Wicked Pursuit (Black Rose Auction #1) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Black Rose Auction Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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Except he didn’t. He was sent to seduce and marry the Belmonte heir. If I had an older sibling, it would be them beneath him right now. Not me.

“Ruby—”

“Huntsman.”

He blinks down at me as if he can’t believe I just said it. Casimir eases off me but doesn’t move far away. “This conversation isn’t done.”

No, it’s not. I can’t go back to Carver City with him chasing me. Even if I called in my parents, he’s the Mad Wolf. He’s a notorious killer, and while my fathers might be able to kill him before he hurts them . . . there are no guarantees. And if they succeed? I’m not ready to examine the pain that thought causes.

“I need some space.”

“No.”

I slide off the bed and start looking around for something to put on. The rubies on my collar slide luxuriously against my skin, and I want to rip them off with my bare fingers, but Casimir has the key and I don’t feel like arguing with him to get it back. “You don’t get to tell me no. Not right now. Gods, you don’t even see why I’d be pissed about this, do you? It’s like talking to a wall.”

He watches me with a predator’s intent but makes no move to get off the bed. It doesn’t matter. I know firsthand how fast he is when he wants to be. There’s nowhere in this room that I can escape him. Which means I need to get out of the room.

“When’s the last time you ate?”

His question brings me up short. I spin around and point my finger at him. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t ask me a Luke question.” I am notorious for getting bitchy when I’m hungry, and at some point, when we were on the verge of arguing for real, Luke learned to ask me that question. It’s frankly embarrassing how many arguments died a quiet death the moment I got some protein in me.

Casimir may have Luke’s face, may be asking me Luke’s question, but that can’t mean anything. Softening toward him, sharing a smile in acknowledgment that my blood sugar is probably low, letting two years of knowing a person make me believe his lies? Out of the question.

He watches me closely. “I’ll call for some food.”

“I’d rather leave the room and get it myself.” I glare. “You know, stretch my legs and shit.”

“You’re going to run.” Now, finally, he moves, easing off the mattress and pulling on his pants. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, baby? There’s nowhere you can run that I can’t find you. I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth if that’s what it takes.”

My stomach does that strange swoopy thing again, but I’m too twisted up to tell if it’s good or bad. Maybe it really is just hunger. “Because I’m the heir.”

His brows slam together. “Because you’re mine.”

“Tomato-tomahto.” I grab the silk robe that’s been left on the hook in the bathroom. It’s short and slinky and leaves nothing to the imagination, but at least I’m not naked.

I stalk to the door and bang on it. “Let me out. I’m done.” I am not ready to cancel the contract, but surely they have surveillance—whether digital or a person lingering in the halls if something goes wrong.

“We’re not done.”

“I am.” The lock clicks open, and I shove out into the hallway.

Casimir is right on my heels, not bothering to put on a shirt or shoes. This feels as unbearably intimate as fucking him, but I can’t stop. I pick a direction at random and charge down the hall.

To his credit, he doesn’t touch me. But there’s no escaping his presence as my shadow. I can sense his anger growing. That’s fine; mine is too.

“Ruby, stop.”

“Fuck you.” I hear voices nearby and take a sharp turn to head in that direction. Even now, I don’t really think Casimir is going to hurt me, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let me leave without him. I need to find the Concierge or . . .

I turn another corner and catch sight of the auctioneer. Reaper. That was his name. He’s standing in a large arched doorway, talking to a pair of people. They move into the room behind him, and he sees me coming. His grin is sexy and a little dangerous. “Nice collar.”

Help.

I open my mouth to say it, but instead what comes out is “What’s going on here?”

“This?” Reaper shrugs, the gesture toward the room elegant. “It’s a little tradition among old friends.” His gaze slips past me to where Casimir has stopped behind me, so close, I can feel the heat coming off his body. “Wolf.”

“Reaper.” There’s a rumble to his voice that feels particularly dangerous. “Ruby is hungry. We’re headed to the kitchens.”

“I’m not hungry anymore.” I peer past Reaper into the room behind him. There are couches and chairs arranged artfully around the space, and along the perimeter are a number of suspension racks, spanking benches, and other large kink equipment.


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