Pet A Dark Menage Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Isabella Starling Advertisement1

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But I’d be damned if I’d let him.

I took a deep breath, feeling nauseous. And then I walked out of that apartment, locked it behind me, and rode the elevator to the bottom floor. I stared at the numbers in the elevator, going down down down. My heart felt heavy, but my pussy was really fucking wet. I hated myself for it.

I ignored the doorman, or maybe he ignored me. Neither of us said a word as I walked past him in that ridiculous get-up, my heels clacking on the marble floor.

It was sunny outside, but clouds littered the sky and it was a small consolation, fuck knows why.

I stood on the street with my eyes trained on the floor. All I had with me were the keys to the apartment. I’d never felt more naked in my life.

I knew I was in an upscale part of town. There weren’t going to be any sketchy characters around these parts, which could be either good or bad.

At least no one would wolf-whistle or try to hurt me.

But it also meant it would be much, much harder finding someone on the street when it was filled with businessmen in expensive suits and yummy mommies with buggies that cost more than the rent at my old apartment.

I raised my eyes.

There were a few people walking down the block and none of them seemed to notice me. Not yet, anyway.

I scoped out everyone.

A woman with her hair pinned up intricately, and a briefcase in her hand. Her pencil skirt was too tight for her curvy body and her blouse strained against her generous chest. She looked at me distractedly, and her eyes widened. I stared her down, because I didn’t have a choice. If I backed down now, I would go back to the apartment with my tail between my legs.

She stared and I stared back for what felt like ages. I stood in front of King’s apartment building and she walked down the street, her eyes on mine. Finally, she bowed her head and kept walking as if she hadn’t seen a fucking thing. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

I looked around some more.

There were a few businessmen on the corner, three of them, engaged in an intense conversation. All of them handsome and older. One stood out. His hair was graying, his jaw chiseled. He was very handsome.

I started walking, reminding myself silently how to do it. One foot before the other, careful, careful. Heels clacking on the floor, the jacket just short enough to show off my belt.

I felt their eyes on me, all of them. But I focused my gaze on the guy I liked until I was nearly next to him.

He was still talking, but seemed to notice his friends had stopped paying attention. He finally stopped mid-sentence and looked in my direction, and his jaw fell.

He stared at me. Not at my body, not my legs, or my cleavage or my heels. He just stared at my face, and I stared back.

I was almost next to him. I could’ve reached out and touched the lapel of his blazer. Time felt like it had frozen.

They were all staring. Their eyes hot, their dicks probably twitching.

I stared at the man and he stared at me. He reached up for his tie and tugged at it like it was suffocating him.

I felt my pussy dripping down my legs, and I didn’t give a fuck if anyone noticed.

I was almost next to him. Almost close enough to touch him. So close I could smell his cologne. It reminded me of something my counselor wore in high school.

I walked past him.

I felt almost sick as I passed their group, none of the men saying a fucking word as I kept walking like nothing had happened. I felt their eyes on me. Stripping me.

For a second I thought I would really just bend over and throw up the apple I’d had earlier.

But I made myself keep walking.

I crossed the street and kept walking. Always walking.

Just a little bit longer.

My breathing was so labored I didn’t know how I didn’t pass out.

People kept walking past me. Women, men. Pretty girls, overweight women. Drivers in uniforms, men in a rush. Nannies with screaming children, guys in suits so expensive I’d be afraid to brush my fingers against the fabric.

All of them stared at me. I could feel their eyes drinking me in. The women, the men, the children. Almost stunned when they saw me. Some of them stopping in their tracks, others blushing and pretending they hadn’t seen a thing. I just kept on walking, because I knew if I stopped, I’d never be able to keep going. I’d just collapse on the spot and have to wait for someone to help me.

My heart pounded as I reached another block.


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