Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
But then, everything about this giant is deeply attractive to me.
His fingers close around the mug, brushing mine. Flutters go off in my belly at the touch. “Yes, please, to the cream.”
That rumbling voice! It stirs my insides even more.
I add cream from the little box to his mug while he watches me appreciatively.
There’s no cunning or conniving in his gaze. It doesn’t slice and dice me the way Thom’s does. This man has a presence that seems to hold me. My body can relax around him, as if it knows I’m safe. I don’t have to stay vigilant.
Which is false.
I’m not safe. And while I don’t believe Darius would hurt me, we are in terrible danger.
Darius takes a sip of his coffee, watching me over the top of his mug.
The memory of the things he said to me last night come flooding back. Good Girl. Get that pussy nice and wet for me while you think about what your Viking is going to do to you.
Oh, Darius.
I can’t stay here with him; nor can I let him get killed because of me. My best plan is to get out of here, away from him, and contact Thom. I can try to explain away Darius’ behavior. He was drunk. Partying out on the lawn. He thought it would be funny to climb up and carry me off, and was too inebriated to understand that I didn’t want him to take me.
Gah. Thom probably won’t buy it. Maybe I’ll make a deal on the phone with my foster father–I come back, and he leaves Wren and Darius alone.
Something like that.
All I know is that I have to get myself out of this beautiful, safe haven soon.
But before I do, I’m having hot, Viking sex. This may be my only chance to get something I want in life.
“Well, Viking?” I challenge him. “Is this your keep?”
His warm, steady gaze turns smoldering. His lips curve into a slow smile. “It is. For now.” He doesn’t take his eyes from mine.
“And what would you do if your princess tried to run?”
He doesn’t move. He just takes another sip of coffee and watches me.
The anticipation of his reaction turns me into a live wire.
“There would be consequences, of course.”
A tremor of excitement starts up behind my knees. The flesh between my legs lifts and squeezes. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly slide my coffee mug onto the counter.
Then, I take off running. I make it to the glass sliding doors and waste a few precious seconds figuring out how to get it unlocked. The glass on the doors seems extra-thick. Like maybe it’s bullet-proof.
I throw the door open and realize Darius hasn’t moved yet.
Is he going to chase me?
He’d better not ruin this for me.
“Run, princess.” His murmur is a low rumble.
I take off sprinting across the deck and down the stairs to the sand below. I run for the water, where the wet sand will be better packed and easier to run on. Once there, I run as fast as I can.
It doesn’t matter because when I look over my shoulder, Darius is right behind me, almost like he’s holding back even after giving me a head start.
I shriek in surprise.
He lunges forward and catches me around my waist. “Bad princess,” he murmurs in my ear as he spins me around. I cling to his muscled forearms. The gorgeous, corded tree trunks. “Now, I’m going to have to punish you.” There’s laughter in his voice.
My feet touch back onto the ground, and he slides his hand from my waist down between my legs. I gasp at the shock of contact. The firm touch of his fingers molding around my mons. At the same time, his other hand cups my breast, squeezing it. I lean my head back against his muscled chest as a riot of sensation rips through my body. His thumb rubs over my nipple. His fingers between my legs undulate with a rolling pressure.
Then, he throws me to my back, but I’m cradled so well in his strong arms that I feel nothing of a bump, I’m only surprised to find myself in the sand.
Just like my fantasy!
There’s no slow seduction. He plays the part of the wild Viking perfectly. He yanks the satin crotch of my pajama shorts to the side and covers my entire pussy with his open mouth.
I cry out in shock and surprise. But mostly pleasure because his tongue is already moving there, delving between my folds. He penetrates me with his tongue, lashes me with it. He sucks on my lips. The hair of his overnight stubble create an added layer of sensation.
I’m lost. I’m in the throes of it immediately. My hands go to his hair—that thick golden mane—and I tug on it to urge him on.