Own Me (Romance on the Go)(3)

The fact that he knew my name was unnerving.

I don’t remember seeing him before, and aside from that one brief time at the party, he was a stranger to me, a very dangerous stranger. Here he stood, smiling at me, his gaze skimming up and down my body, proclaiming he had been watching me, and having my flight or fight instinct rising. A chill raced up my spine, and I pulled at my bonds, my mind screaming I needed to get away if I wanted to survive. I made a small noise in the back of my throat, unable to stop myself.

“What do you plan on doing to me?” I tested my bonds again and heard him cluck his tongue.

“I told you.” He reached out and touched my lips. “I want you.” He continued to touch my flesh, and my skin puckered, my whole body igniting with sensations.

“This is wrong. People will look for me. You can’t keep me here.”

“Shhh,” he said and grinned wider, his focus on my mouth. “We won’t worry about anyone else. This is about us.” He dropped his hand and dipped his gaze to my breasts. My nipples hardened painfully, and I gasped at the sensations coursing through me.

The next moment seemed to go in slow motion, and I watched helplessly. He skimmed his palm over my breast, the roughness and strength of it scraping, making my nipple drawing up painfully tight. An involuntary moan left me, and I felt my face heat from my traitorous body’s reaction.

“Ah, I see you aren’t quite the prisoner after all, are you?” He leaned in close, so his face was only inches from mine. He took my nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes locked right on mine. My whole body relaxed, and I realized I was arching into his touch, thrusting my breasts into his waiting fingers like some kind of fiend.

He pulled and tweaked until I was moaning loudly and panting with need, unable to stop the reaction inside of me. My cunt throbbed, became so wet, and my clit was so engorged I swear my heart was beating in it.

“Please, I want to leave,” I said, but even I could hear it was empty. The statement sounded pathetic to my own ears. The way I felt, so hot and needy, I knew I had no desire to leave, even if rationalization and common sense told me I was a fool to want this. After several seconds of erotically torturing me, he stepped away from me. I took a deep breath, willing my body to come down from the high he’d caused.

His face became a stoic mask, and I knew whatever was about to happen was either going to be very, very good, or horribly bad.

And then the door opened again, and that’s when I saw what was really going to be going down. Three more men entered the room and made their way over to me. My memory conjured them up as men—vampires—I’d seen at the party, as well.

“We have so many wicked things planned for you, Athena,” the man that had touched me said. But as if on cue, or maybe they’d been waiting for this moment, the rest of the vampires smiled. Four sets of fangs flashed bright white and promised a night filled with either pleasure … or pain.





Chapter Two



“Oh, God,” I whispered, staring at each of them with a look I didn’t doubt was of horror. What was strange was the fact I wasn’t terrified of these men, not really. I was frightened of the idea of what they’d do to me, what they had planned, but it was also laced with excitement. Arousal was a hot poker inside my stomach, coiling tight and just waiting for the right stimulation to come to the surface and burn me alive.

I anticipated it on a deep, almost primal level.

“No, sweetness, God has nothing to do with what we have planned for you.” The one who spoke stepped forward. He was beefier than the rest. He was still impressive in height at over six feet, but the others had several inches on him. I looked at each of them, their clothing doing nothing to hide the raw power they exuded. “Focus on me, princess.” The one who spoke stepped closer. His muscles strained against the fabric of his shirt, and I hated my traitorous body for coming alive at the sight.

“You hate this, don’t you?” he asked, his body so close to me I could feel the icy tendrils of his arousal wrap around my body.

“Hate that I was taken against my will?”

He chuckled, but it wasn’t one of humor. “You came willingly.”

I doubted that, but I had no memory to back that up.

“You’re not a prisoner. On the contrary, you are our guest, our very special guest.” He ran his finger down the side of my neck, leaned in closer, and inhaled deeply. “We’ve been watching you, Athena, for a very long time. We’ve been waiting for the right moment to bring you here and give you what you’ve been dreaming of.”