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Page 41 of Burn for Her

Dorian shook his head. No. That wasn’t enough. “You didn’t need to come here for that.” Didn’t mean he wouldn’t oblige her with that tiny, mild request. “What else?”

No guests of The Wicked Garden came for a slap and tickle like she was talking about. They came for other things. Darker things. He wanted to hear her say it. Admit it. Own it.

Lena bit her bottom lip and a groan tried to tear out of Dorian’s throat when he saw it. He no longer smelled the tang of fear. Her lust overpowered every other emotion rocking her right now.

He desperately wanted to hear her say what she really wanted out of this night. “What else did you request, Lena?”

She sucked in a sharp breath and frowned. The woman looked as though she was staring right through his soul, even with the blindfold on. “I… why are you using my real name?”

Fuck! Shit, fuck, shit, fuck! Dorian slipped up. Time for damage control.

“I can use anything I want in this room.” His voice dripped with seduction as he walked around her again. “Including your name.” He stroked his finger down her spine, making her back arch in response. “Your body.” His hand sailed further down to caress her ass. Finally, Dorian climbed onto the dais and ran his thumb across her red stained lips. “And that pretty little mouth of yours.”

He smeared her lipstick and loved how her cheeks were starting to match her outfit.

“Your voice is incredible, Reaper.”

Her breathlessness made him ache to fuck her pretty, red stained mouth. Dorian clenched his teeth as a barrage of sensations tore through him at once. His body burned with a fierce hunger, his lust matched hers by the smell of things. All his careful plans quickly disintegrated with each panting breath they took together.

Did she feel what he was feeling? This need? This ungodly starvation?

“Reaper?” Her dark brow arched playfully above her little blindfold again. “Are you going to stand there all night or give me what I came for?”

Fuck. Him. Senseless. Dorian rocked back on his heels, unable to speak for a solid ten seconds. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He left her alone so she could be safe from him. If he was a good guy, he’d leave right this minute and never look back. But he wasn’t a good guy.

And he wasn’t leaving this room without her.

Dorian was going to Hell anyway, might as well go to his grave with the taste of his mate still lingering on his lips.

Chapter 15

Lena wanted nothing more than to rip her blindfold off and get a good look at her host, Reaper. As far as kink club identities go, that was a pretty scary one. It also turned her on way more than she’d ever admit.

The only thing that made her wetter than his name was the sound of his goddamn voice. He should do narrations for romance books. Women would cream themselves before the first paragraph was finished.

Reaper’s voice was deep and delicious. Each syllable punctuated with a dark tone that ramped her lust meter to new levels of heat.

This was the host who was their finest and most sought after? Her lips peeled back as she hissed at the thought of anyone else getting to hear Reaper’s voice, feel his touch… get fucked with his dick.

Oh shit, oh shit. Why was she this possessive over a guy she didn’t know? Hell, she hadn’t even seen him yet! This place was messing with her head, and her mind was damaged enough before she came here.

Still… the thought of Reaper being in this room tomorrow night, or any other, with someone else, made her furious. She wanted to punch something.

“What’s the sudden aggression for?”

She refused to admit what she was thinking. It was too preposterous and embarrassing.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

“No?”

The dais trembled as he stepped back on it, and she wondered how big her host was. How powerful. How skilled. If she kept on like this, would he try to tame her? Spank her? Bite her? Whoa, now her imagination started getting way too colorful.

Reaper collared her throat with his hand.

She’d never been turned on so fast in her goddamn life. An undignified moan rumbled in her chest. Her pussy swelled with need. Her nipples hardened.




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