Read Online The Vigilante's Lover: A Romantic Suspense Thriller (The Vigilantes Book 1) by Annie Winters, Tony West - Free Book Online
Authors: Annie Winters, Tony West
Tags: thriller, romantic suspense, bondage, High Tech, spies, serial, romantic thriller, near future, fifty shades of grey, Cliffhanger, 007, JJ Knight, James Bond
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thighs. Jax sniffs, as if covering some other sound. He’s hiding his desire. I can feel it. I feel a surge of power again. This man wants me.
Nobody has ever wanted me.
The feeling is intense, more intoxicating than his drink. More addictive than his letters.
I think back for a moment to those words on those sheaves of paper. They started this whole thing. Why had I written him back? Somewhere in my mind, had I wanted this exact thing? A dangerous prisoner to escape, to take me, to sweep me away?
I was getting exactly what I asked for.
“Bring her out when she’s dressed,” he says, as if he can take no more. He turns back to the main room.
I don’t want him to leave. Not yet. “Hey,” I say. “Can I have that bath?”
He looks back, assessing me, and my body bursts with need. God, it’s like a drug. I want him to keep staring, to keep wanting. I’ve never felt so powerful.
His crisp white shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, and I can see his Adam’s apple working in his throat. “Yes,” he says and turns to Emma. “Give us a moment.”
The women hurry away to prepare the bath. When they are out of sight, he walks up very close to me. The thrumming in my body reaches a fever pitch. I don’t have on a stitch of clothing. The room is softly lit with lamps on either side of the bed. A more seductive scene never existed.
He’s only inches away. His finger touches me just beneath my chin. “You’re better than I thought,” he says.
I have to swallow hard to get any words out. “What do you mean?”
His hand moves to the small of my back and presses flat against my skin. He pulls me against his hips, and I understand what he’s talking about when I feel the hard bulge press against my belly.
“Some things you inspire without even trying,” he says.
I can barely breathe. We’re connected, the soft fabric of his pants luxurious against my stomach. His hand is warm and firm on my naked back.
“Damn, you are beautiful,” he says. His lips are inches from mine. I can almost taste him, the Old Fashioned probably still lingering on his tongue.
I’m on fire. Neither of us moves. I’m caught between fear and fierce desire. His letters flash through me, all those words, the heat I felt all these months, reading about his intoxicating need. And now it is right here, hot and hard against my actual body.
His jaw is scruffy with stubble. I resist the urge to reach up and touch it. I want something to happen, but I don’t know what. A kiss, maybe. Just that. I have another chance, right here. He’s close enough.
Am I brave enough to do it? I stare at his mouth. My breathing has gotten shallow.
Jax shifts, just slightly, the smallest increment closer to me. The bulge between us fits against me a little tighter. I suck in a breath.
The finger beneath my chin moves down, caressing my throat. This is it, I think. He’s going to do it. He’ll kiss me. Something will happen. Will I take it all the way? How far can I go? The pulsing need in my body tells me I won’t stop him from anything he wants to do to me.
But he rests his finger on the small device he has applied to my neck. “Enjoy your bath,” he says. “But know this has a sedative. Don’t run or do anything sudden, or you will set it off. You’ll be out cold in seconds.”
I pull back from him, breaking our connection. My hand goes to my throat, feeling for the adhesive.
Jax steps away. “I wouldn’t touch it. It activates if you try to pull it off, like one of those security devices in clothing stores.”
I jerk my fingers from my neck. I’m ready to spit fire. He’s toying with me. Acting like he’s caught by me, just so he can push me away again.
I hate him. Fury blasts through me.
“Get out of here,” I say. “I need some time without you staring at me like a lecherous beast.”
He bows from the waist. “As you wish, fair Mia.” His eyes graze my body one more time, then he disappears into the other room.
My body goes
Nobody has ever wanted me.
The feeling is intense, more intoxicating than his drink. More addictive than his letters.
I think back for a moment to those words on those sheaves of paper. They started this whole thing. Why had I written him back? Somewhere in my mind, had I wanted this exact thing? A dangerous prisoner to escape, to take me, to sweep me away?
I was getting exactly what I asked for.
“Bring her out when she’s dressed,” he says, as if he can take no more. He turns back to the main room.
I don’t want him to leave. Not yet. “Hey,” I say. “Can I have that bath?”
He looks back, assessing me, and my body bursts with need. God, it’s like a drug. I want him to keep staring, to keep wanting. I’ve never felt so powerful.
His crisp white shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, and I can see his Adam’s apple working in his throat. “Yes,” he says and turns to Emma. “Give us a moment.”
The women hurry away to prepare the bath. When they are out of sight, he walks up very close to me. The thrumming in my body reaches a fever pitch. I don’t have on a stitch of clothing. The room is softly lit with lamps on either side of the bed. A more seductive scene never existed.
He’s only inches away. His finger touches me just beneath my chin. “You’re better than I thought,” he says.
I have to swallow hard to get any words out. “What do you mean?”
His hand moves to the small of my back and presses flat against my skin. He pulls me against his hips, and I understand what he’s talking about when I feel the hard bulge press against my belly.
“Some things you inspire without even trying,” he says.
I can barely breathe. We’re connected, the soft fabric of his pants luxurious against my stomach. His hand is warm and firm on my naked back.
“Damn, you are beautiful,” he says. His lips are inches from mine. I can almost taste him, the Old Fashioned probably still lingering on his tongue.
I’m on fire. Neither of us moves. I’m caught between fear and fierce desire. His letters flash through me, all those words, the heat I felt all these months, reading about his intoxicating need. And now it is right here, hot and hard against my actual body.
His jaw is scruffy with stubble. I resist the urge to reach up and touch it. I want something to happen, but I don’t know what. A kiss, maybe. Just that. I have another chance, right here. He’s close enough.
Am I brave enough to do it? I stare at his mouth. My breathing has gotten shallow.
Jax shifts, just slightly, the smallest increment closer to me. The bulge between us fits against me a little tighter. I suck in a breath.
The finger beneath my chin moves down, caressing my throat. This is it, I think. He’s going to do it. He’ll kiss me. Something will happen. Will I take it all the way? How far can I go? The pulsing need in my body tells me I won’t stop him from anything he wants to do to me.
But he rests his finger on the small device he has applied to my neck. “Enjoy your bath,” he says. “But know this has a sedative. Don’t run or do anything sudden, or you will set it off. You’ll be out cold in seconds.”
I pull back from him, breaking our connection. My hand goes to my throat, feeling for the adhesive.
Jax steps away. “I wouldn’t touch it. It activates if you try to pull it off, like one of those security devices in clothing stores.”
I jerk my fingers from my neck. I’m ready to spit fire. He’s toying with me. Acting like he’s caught by me, just so he can push me away again.
I hate him. Fury blasts through me.
“Get out of here,” I say. “I need some time without you staring at me like a lecherous beast.”
He bows from the waist. “As you wish, fair Mia.” His eyes graze my body one more time, then he disappears into the other room.
My body goes
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