Bought and Enjoyed – Shameful Arrangements Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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Lucas’ hand on my arm was firm and unyielding as he guided me down the hallway toward the stairs. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he must hear it, the rush of blood in my ears almost drowning out the sound of our feet on the old stone steps.

As we stepped into the lobby, I caught a glimpse of myself in the antique mirror on the wall. My cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and bright with a mixture of fear and arousal. The pale pink raincoat clung to my curves, the thin fabric not doing much to hide the fact that I was completely naked underneath. My nipples strained against the silky lining, betraying my body’s eager response to Lucas’ dominance.

He marched me calmly toward the door, each step bringing us closer to the waiting paparazzi. I shifted nervously, acutely aware of the cool air caressing my bare thighs below the hem of the raincoat. Lucas’ grip on my arm tightened slightly, a silent command to be still.

“Remember, Alice,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You brought this on yourself. Now you must face the consequences.”

Through the glass doors I could see the flash of cameras already, hear the muffled shouts of the paparazzi outside. My legs felt like jelly as Lucas led me forward, his stride purposeful and unhurried.

As we pushed through the doors, the cacophony of voices rose to a roar. The moment we stepped outside, a wall of sound hit us. Dozens of voices shouted questions, their words blending into an incomprehensible din. Camera flashes exploded around us, momentarily blinding me. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the assault on my senses.

Lucas’ hand on my arm was firm as he guided me through the crowd. His face was set in a mask of stern determination, ignoring the shouted questions and pleas for comment. I tried to mirror his composure, but my cheeks burned with embarrassment as I felt the gentle breeze caress my bare legs.

“Lucas! Is it true you’re leaving PSG?”

“Alice! Are you and Lucas back together?”

“What’s going on? Where are you taking her?”

The questions came from all sides, each more intrusive than the last. I kept my eyes fixed on the ground, watching my feet take one trembling step after another. The thin soles of my shoes did little to protect me from the rough texture of the sidewalk, each step a reminder of my vulnerable state.

As we moved through the throng, I became acutely aware of the fabric of the raincoat brushing against my naked skin. My nipples, already hard from arousal and the cool air, rubbed against the lining with each step. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core, and I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs.

I felt my face burn with shame as we approached Lucas’ waiting limousine. Every step seemed like exquisite torment. The air moved along my bare thighs, a constant reminded of how exposed Lucas had commanded I be. Yet even as embarrassment flooded through me, I couldn’t deny the thrill of arousal that coursed through my veins.

Lucas’ grip was firm and possessive as he guided me through the sea of cameras. His touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a warmth low in my belly that contrasted sharply with my outward discomfort. I cast a sidelong glance at him, taking in his stern profile. The set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes—it all spoke of his unwavering dominance. And God help me, it made me weak at the knees.

As we reached the car, Lucas opened the door and ushered me inside. The leather seat was cool against my bare bottom, and I squirmed slightly, acutely aware of how wet I had become. Lucas slid in beside me, his thigh pressing against mine. The heat of his body seemed to sear through the thin fabric of the raincoat.

“You’ve been very naughty, Alice,” Lucas murmured as the car pulled away from the curb, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “Now you’re going to learn exactly how far I’ll go to give a naughty girl what she needs, when I’ve fallen in love with her.”

My breath caught in my throat at Lucas’ words. Love? Had he really said that? I wanted to ask him, to demand clarification, but the stern look in his eyes told me now was not the time for questions.

“Where are we going?” I asked instead, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Somewhere you can be properly disciplined,” Lucas replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “The stadium.”

My eyes widened in shock. “The stadium? But… why?”

Lucas’ hand came to rest on my bare thigh, his touch both comforting and possessive. “Because, ma chère, you need to understand the consequences of your actions. Your little stunt at the press conference didn’t just affect me. It affected my teammates, the club. You’re going to apologize to them.”


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