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My tease today comes from my just released dark romance His Prize.
To set the scene, they are in Ren's employer's office at the Club, and Susie has just been told that she is Ren's prize for having cleaned a problem Owen Huntly (Ren's boss) had.
Susie gasped and dropped the ice pack when he said that, while Owen shook his head and smirked. If the man wasn’t one of his oldest friends, he’d deck him for sure. Instead he bent down to pick up the ice pack and handed it back to her.
“Keep that on. It’ll help keep the bruising down.”
Already ugly fingerprints marred her delicate skin, and it took every ounce of self-control he possessed to not storm out of the club, hunt that fucker down and beat him to a pulp, for hurting his pumpkin. The possessive nature of his feelings made him angrier. Why her, and why now, he had no idea, but no other man was ever going to put his hands on her again. He scowled at her, disgusted with his thought processes, and a faint blush appeared on her cheekbones as she dropped her gaze again and dutifully wrapped the pack around her wrist.
“If you say so, Ren.” Owen laughed, and then sobering, turned his attention to Susie.
“You will recall I gave you a choice when you started working for me, Susie?”
“Yes, sir?” Susie raised her head to look at Owen, and the slight tremble in her voice as she addressed
Owen made Ren hard as freaking nails. He needed to get them out of there, so that he could fuck her senseless. That would surely stop these conflicting emotions that made him act so out of character.
“You also said I could work here as a waitress. I’m not ready for anything else, and with all due respect, sir, you can’t make me.”
“He isn’t. I am. I’m claiming you as payment for services rendered, and besides, this way I can ensure you can’t squeal about what you saw out there.”
It was immensely satisfying to see her head whip round to look at him. Mouth slightly open, her breathing sped up, and Ren watched her reaction.
“I won’t sleep with you. I’m not a whore.”
Owen chuckled as though watching this interchange was the most amusing thing ever. Ren flipped him the finger, without breaking eye contact with the curvy redhead in front of him.
“I never said you were, and I agree you will not be sleeping with me.”
Her eyes widened, and the flare of hope in their blue depths pissed him off.
“More like pass out after I’ve fucked you raw. You’re mine now, to do with as I please, and you best remember that.”
Her reaction would have been comical in any other circumstances and with any other woman, but the way she wrapped her arms around herself, while biting down on her lip so hard she was drawing blood, made his already dark mood worse.
Especially when she wrenched her tear-stained gaze to his, seemingly determined to have the last word.
“So, murder isn’t enough for you now? You’re gonna add rape to your repertoire, because that’s the only way you’ll get anywhere near me.”
The words were brave, but she flinched when he stepped up to her, wrapped his hands in her hair and yanked her off the desk. Another swift move had her face down on the piece of furniture, and she gasped when he kicked her legs apart and cupped her pussy through her underwear.
Owen smirked at him over the prone girl’s body. Lifting Susie’s head to make her look at him, Ren traced one finger along her slit, satisfied to feel the dampness under his fingertips. Oh yes, his little pumpkin could protest all she wanted, but she wasn’t immune to him. To prove his point, he nudged the elastic of her underwear away, and sank two fingers into her hole, while circling her clit with his thumb. The girl bucked underneath him, and her internal muscles squeezed the shit out of his fingers when he found the spot he was looking for. Her whole body tensed underneath him, and having proven his point he withdrew his fingers and smacked her ass twice. The flesh wobbled and pinked up nicely. Pulling her back up by her hair, he made a point of licking his fingers clean, before he grasped her chin with that hand, and smiled at her.
“It’s not rape if you’re enjoying it, pumpkin, and trust me, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for my cock.”
“Never.” The word was barely above a whisper, but Ren heard it anyway, as did Owen, because he laughed again.
“As entertaining as this is, I’ve got things to do, so take your toy home with you, Ren.”
It’s the choice of her life—submit or die.
When Susie Elliot stumbles into the middle of a clean-up, undertaken by none other than Ellis Reynolds, she expects her life to be over. No one disturbs this ruthlessly efficient killer and lives to tell the tale.
The man they call Ren has no time for tender feelings, but there is something about the curvaceous redhead that calls to him. Rather than killing her he claims her as his prize. One night should be more than enough time to get her out of his system. However, Susie’s submission means Ren has to confront emotions, completely alien to him. Killing is easy. This relationship thing is fraught with problems.
When his criminal activities catch up with him, loyalties are tested to the max, and Susie has another choice to make—walk away, or stay and accept the darkness within.
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