Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“One slice wouldn’t cost us too much time,” I tease him, but then just as the words are out of my mouth, I see Amber.
In the distance, she’s in a pale lavender dress that clings to her ample curves. Her breasts bounce with every step and sway of her hips as she moves onto the dance floor. She’s not wearing a bra, and every time she moves to the beat of the music, they jiggle as if to taunt me. All I can think about is if she’s wearing panties or if her cunt is bare under all of that silk. My mouth waters to see it for myself and find out.
A young man approaches her on the dance floor, and she nods before he moves in close and they begin dancing together. My jaw tightens and heat climbs up my neck as the boy takes her hands and they move together.
“I will kill him with my bare hands,” I say through clenched teeth.
“It’s almost time.” Magnus says as he looks at Allison, who is at the bar speaking to their older sister Lindsey. “The cars are waiting out back.”
Amber moves her hips in slow circles and waves her arms above her head like she’s trying to get the attention of the entire room. Her skin glows, and her red curls fall over one shoulder. Every muscle in my body is screaming to go after her.
“And the plane is ready?” I ask, itching to begin our plan.
“We’ll meet you there,” Magnus says, and then nods to me as he steps out of the shadows and down the hall.
Allison is leaving the reception and motioning for Amber to follow. I don’t take my eyes off of Amber as she smiles at the boy she was dancing with and grabs her purse. He’s probably close to my age, but he might as well be a child. I ignore him for now because I have to remain focused on getting Amber alone.
Our plan is to separate the sisters until we get to the plane, and then the four of us will travel to Norway together. We think that separating them will make the capture easier, and although it’s a good idea, I have a feeling my woman won’t come quietly. My cock hardens at the thought. I would never hurt Amber, but I will use everything in my power to make her mine. Including pleasure.
In the distance I hear Magnus and know that’s the signal. When I move down the long hallway, I see Amber in the distance with her back to me. I calm my racing heart and keep my breathing even as I walk up beside her and gently take her by the elbow.
“Good evening, Amber,” I say. Her head snaps up, and her eyes lock with mine.
“You.” The way she says it is accusatory, and then she scowls at me. “What are you doing here? And where is my sister?”
“I’ll tell you on the way.” My fingers tighten slightly on her elbow when she moves it just a fraction to test my grip.
“On the way to where?” Now her eyes are narrowing and she’s looking around the room to see who's close.
“You have a choice on how this plays out.” Magnus was going for brute force, but I plan on being a little more cunning. “Would you like to hear it?” She presses her lips together like she doesn’t want to ask, but eventually she nods. “Good girl.”
The heat in her cheeks is barely visible in the dark hallway, but I catch it, along with the deep breath she inhales to try and steady herself.
“You can come quietly and take a trip with your sister and my brother. The plane is waiting and the four of us will have an incredible time that ends with a big celebration. You don’t have to worry about a thing, and I’ll make every moment worth your while.” I take my time looking down her body before coming back up to meet her eyes. “I’ll even allow you to apologize for letting that boy put his hands on you.”
At this I see fire flare in her eyes, and goddamn me, my cock gets harder. Amber has pulled me in from the second I saw her sitting at that bar, and with every push and pull, I only want her more.
“What’s my other choice, princey?” She raises her chin defiantly and in challenge.
“I hate when you call me that.”
“Why do you think I keep doing it?” She raises a brow, and this time when she smiles, my fingers itch to hold her closer.
“The same reason you didn’t wear a bra with that dress.” I step so close that she has no choice but to lean back against the wall. “Because you know it torments me.”
“Maybe.” She gasps when my hard cock presses into her belly and my hands go to her hips.