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Authors: Jaymie Holland, Cheyenne McCray
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woman watching them from beneath her eyelids. Kalina obeyed with such easy grace and actually seemed pleased to do as Jarronn instructed her to. She liked being under his control.
Alice did not. Not one damned bit.
Something knocked at the back of her brain. All those times she’d fantasized about being tied up and controlled by a Dom. They had just been fantasies, right?
Jarronn reached toward her with the red collar and she flinched without meaning to.
He frowned. “My dominance and control is something you crave, Alice. I sense it within you and you will accept it soon enough.”
She wanted to tell him that he and his dominance could take a hike. However, the thought of being forced to stand in the position again, for who knew how long, had her biting her tongue. Not to mention that white tiger that had been guarding the door.
She glanced in the tiger’s direction from beneath her eyelashes, and to her surprise saw that the beast wasn’t there. Well, what if Jarronn brought the tiger back to keep Alice in her place again? Maybe the tiger wouldn’t back off the next time.
When his hands slid the leather around her neck her gaze met his and she saw fierce desire raging in his eyes. Fiery heat roared through her as his bare chest brushed her erect nipples, causing the heart dangles to swing against her breasts. His leather pants rubbed up against her, and the hard length of him branded her.
Alice was certain her heart had even stopped beating. For that one moment she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Nothing seemed to matter now but the feel of his strong hands fastening the collar around her throat. His masculine scent of wind and sandalwood flowed over her, and the heat emanating from him burned into her as his body pressed against hers.
As he finished with the collar, the fine silver chain slid down between her shoulder blades. Jarronn brushed his lips over her forehead and stepped back. “You are mine, Alice. Welcome to the Kingdom of Hearts.”
Alice could only stare at him as he reached toward the bed and picked up his crimson silk scarf and her pale blue satin ribbon. He closed his hand over the strips of cloth, the blue and red ends hanging out to either side of his fist like waterfalls of fire and ice—and then the scarf and ribbon simply vanished.
No sleight of hand, no stuffing them up his sleeve or in his pant pocket. They just flat out disappeared.
Jarronn shifted his gaze to Kalina. “Do not let her leave the room, and see to her needs.”
Kalina gave a single nod. “Yes, Milord.”
He turned to Alice, his eyes hard and dark. “You will not venture from this room until you have learned your place.” And with that the bastard turned and strode toward the doorway.
Alice watched Jarronn leave, his leather pants snug around his tight ass. His black hair brushed his shoulders, his broad and naked back flexing with power as he headed out of the room. The sound of his boot steps grew fainter until Alice heard nothing but Kalina’s gentle breathing and the chirrup of insects outside the window. The room seemed somehow empty without Jarronn’s presence, and even with the other woman there Alice felt suddenly alone.
The odd sense of loneliness due to Jarronn’s absence caused confusion to fog her mind. What was happening to her? She remembered a TV show where an Alice, who had visited Wonderland before returning home, had been thrown into an institution. Everyone in the “real world” had been certain that Alice had gone crazy because she kept talking about the strange world she’d gone to, so off to the asylum she’d been sent.
But the TV Alice and the storybook Alice didn’t exist.
Alice O’Brien did. She was from San Francisco, where she’d grown up with a bastard of a father, and a mother who did belong in an institution. She’d also had special people in her life, which included her twin, Alexi, her cousin Annie, and her young aunt, Awai.
The reality—or at least what felt
Alice did not. Not one damned bit.
Something knocked at the back of her brain. All those times she’d fantasized about being tied up and controlled by a Dom. They had just been fantasies, right?
Jarronn reached toward her with the red collar and she flinched without meaning to.
He frowned. “My dominance and control is something you crave, Alice. I sense it within you and you will accept it soon enough.”
She wanted to tell him that he and his dominance could take a hike. However, the thought of being forced to stand in the position again, for who knew how long, had her biting her tongue. Not to mention that white tiger that had been guarding the door.
She glanced in the tiger’s direction from beneath her eyelashes, and to her surprise saw that the beast wasn’t there. Well, what if Jarronn brought the tiger back to keep Alice in her place again? Maybe the tiger wouldn’t back off the next time.
When his hands slid the leather around her neck her gaze met his and she saw fierce desire raging in his eyes. Fiery heat roared through her as his bare chest brushed her erect nipples, causing the heart dangles to swing against her breasts. His leather pants rubbed up against her, and the hard length of him branded her.
Alice was certain her heart had even stopped beating. For that one moment she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Nothing seemed to matter now but the feel of his strong hands fastening the collar around her throat. His masculine scent of wind and sandalwood flowed over her, and the heat emanating from him burned into her as his body pressed against hers.
As he finished with the collar, the fine silver chain slid down between her shoulder blades. Jarronn brushed his lips over her forehead and stepped back. “You are mine, Alice. Welcome to the Kingdom of Hearts.”
Alice could only stare at him as he reached toward the bed and picked up his crimson silk scarf and her pale blue satin ribbon. He closed his hand over the strips of cloth, the blue and red ends hanging out to either side of his fist like waterfalls of fire and ice—and then the scarf and ribbon simply vanished.
No sleight of hand, no stuffing them up his sleeve or in his pant pocket. They just flat out disappeared.
Jarronn shifted his gaze to Kalina. “Do not let her leave the room, and see to her needs.”
Kalina gave a single nod. “Yes, Milord.”
He turned to Alice, his eyes hard and dark. “You will not venture from this room until you have learned your place.” And with that the bastard turned and strode toward the doorway.
Alice watched Jarronn leave, his leather pants snug around his tight ass. His black hair brushed his shoulders, his broad and naked back flexing with power as he headed out of the room. The sound of his boot steps grew fainter until Alice heard nothing but Kalina’s gentle breathing and the chirrup of insects outside the window. The room seemed somehow empty without Jarronn’s presence, and even with the other woman there Alice felt suddenly alone.
The odd sense of loneliness due to Jarronn’s absence caused confusion to fog her mind. What was happening to her? She remembered a TV show where an Alice, who had visited Wonderland before returning home, had been thrown into an institution. Everyone in the “real world” had been certain that Alice had gone crazy because she kept talking about the strange world she’d gone to, so off to the asylum she’d been sent.
But the TV Alice and the storybook Alice didn’t exist.
Alice O’Brien did. She was from San Francisco, where she’d grown up with a bastard of a father, and a mother who did belong in an institution. She’d also had special people in her life, which included her twin, Alexi, her cousin Annie, and her young aunt, Awai.
The reality—or at least what felt
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