ran them through to the ends. Goosebumps broke out over every inch of her skin. He couldn’t have gotten a better reaction from her if he had gone for the obvious pleasure points on her body.
She searched for something to say, anything to take his mind off touching her hair. This was her family’s enforcer. A vicious man sent to kill or bring her back for torture. She had no business sitting in his lap, enjoying him playing with her hair. “What if the person coming here, can’t give you the information you want?”
“He will not dare to deny me.”
Menace filled the air around them. She could’ve sworn he grew bigger and again she thought she saw red flash in his eyes. He stilled and it was as if he drew any violent emotion deep inside and buried it. The sense of dread dissipated and he seemed to lose interest in their conversation.
John pulled her closer with the arm not playing with her hair. His touch remained gentle, that maddening combing of her hair with his fingers, the inevitable massaging of her scalp.
It all played tricks on her mind, fooling it into thinking it was safe to trust him. To respond to his touch. The hand on her back moved to her waist, glided over her ribs to rest under her breasts.
“I want to kiss you.” He cocked his head and stared at her lips with intent blue eyes. His thumb stroked the underside of her breast and her body surged alive. “And I want to use my tongue.”
Chapter 6
Julia cringed back from him, not caring that she pressed against the dirty wall. This could not be happening to her. She frantically tried to think of a way to distract him. His hand still rested under her breasts, his thumb continuing that maddening caress that elicited a response from what felt like every nerve end in her body.
“Before, when the revered caught us, why did you step in front of me? It’s not like you to sacrifice yourself for anyone else.”
“You question my honor?” he asked in a clipped growl.
The air chilled, stilled and, for a moment, there was dead silence as the moans and screams of the other prisoners quieted.
His jaw clenched and the muscles bunched there pulsed in an angry rhythm. A foreign rhythm.
She ducked under his arm and darted to the other side of the small room. “Uh, no. Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He didn’t follow, just looked at her with those predator’s eyes. Calculating.
“Come here, Julia.”
She held her hands out in a futile effort to hold him off. “Please, don’t.”
“Come here.” He didn’t point, the inflection of his voice didn’t change. And that scared her more than his shouting would’ve done. Whatever she did, she had to ensure she didn’t enrage him. She shuddered and looked at the other cages. What he would do to her and the other prisoners in a drug-induced rage would make her father look like a saint.
It took every inch of control she had to overcome her need to run. She took a shaky step toward him and focused on the third button on his shirt. It was just a kiss. No biggie. She could live through a kiss with a drug-crazed man who’d been willing to stop a bullet for her.
“Please, remember how easily you broke the bars. You could break me, too.”
She prayed with everything in her that he found her wanting in the kissing department. Maybe then he’d never want to do it again.
“I would never hurt my breeder. I have honor.”
“Uh, okay. That’s good to know.”
“Closer.” His voice was husky now, his body taut but with a different tension.
Slowly she stepped closer to him. He reached out and clasped her upper arms--pulled her so close, she could feel every inch of him vibrate against her. His eyes burned with cold blue flames. Once again, he confused her senses, as if what her eyes saw and her body felt did not compute.
“My breeder,” he huffed and then he kissed her.
His lips moved over hers, almost tentatively. She knew he’d had dozens of women, had seen them fawn over him. So why did
She searched for something to say, anything to take his mind off touching her hair. This was her family’s enforcer. A vicious man sent to kill or bring her back for torture. She had no business sitting in his lap, enjoying him playing with her hair. “What if the person coming here, can’t give you the information you want?”
“He will not dare to deny me.”
Menace filled the air around them. She could’ve sworn he grew bigger and again she thought she saw red flash in his eyes. He stilled and it was as if he drew any violent emotion deep inside and buried it. The sense of dread dissipated and he seemed to lose interest in their conversation.
John pulled her closer with the arm not playing with her hair. His touch remained gentle, that maddening combing of her hair with his fingers, the inevitable massaging of her scalp.
It all played tricks on her mind, fooling it into thinking it was safe to trust him. To respond to his touch. The hand on her back moved to her waist, glided over her ribs to rest under her breasts.
“I want to kiss you.” He cocked his head and stared at her lips with intent blue eyes. His thumb stroked the underside of her breast and her body surged alive. “And I want to use my tongue.”
Chapter 6
Julia cringed back from him, not caring that she pressed against the dirty wall. This could not be happening to her. She frantically tried to think of a way to distract him. His hand still rested under her breasts, his thumb continuing that maddening caress that elicited a response from what felt like every nerve end in her body.
“Before, when the revered caught us, why did you step in front of me? It’s not like you to sacrifice yourself for anyone else.”
“You question my honor?” he asked in a clipped growl.
The air chilled, stilled and, for a moment, there was dead silence as the moans and screams of the other prisoners quieted.
His jaw clenched and the muscles bunched there pulsed in an angry rhythm. A foreign rhythm.
She ducked under his arm and darted to the other side of the small room. “Uh, no. Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He didn’t follow, just looked at her with those predator’s eyes. Calculating.
“Come here, Julia.”
She held her hands out in a futile effort to hold him off. “Please, don’t.”
“Come here.” He didn’t point, the inflection of his voice didn’t change. And that scared her more than his shouting would’ve done. Whatever she did, she had to ensure she didn’t enrage him. She shuddered and looked at the other cages. What he would do to her and the other prisoners in a drug-induced rage would make her father look like a saint.
It took every inch of control she had to overcome her need to run. She took a shaky step toward him and focused on the third button on his shirt. It was just a kiss. No biggie. She could live through a kiss with a drug-crazed man who’d been willing to stop a bullet for her.
“Please, remember how easily you broke the bars. You could break me, too.”
She prayed with everything in her that he found her wanting in the kissing department. Maybe then he’d never want to do it again.
“I would never hurt my breeder. I have honor.”
“Uh, okay. That’s good to know.”
“Closer.” His voice was husky now, his body taut but with a different tension.
Slowly she stepped closer to him. He reached out and clasped her upper arms--pulled her so close, she could feel every inch of him vibrate against her. His eyes burned with cold blue flames. Once again, he confused her senses, as if what her eyes saw and her body felt did not compute.
“My breeder,” he huffed and then he kissed her.
His lips moved over hers, almost tentatively. She knew he’d had dozens of women, had seen them fawn over him. So why did
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