Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance) Read Free Page A

She’d hide in there. Her hope soon deflated as she saw the line for it. She went to the end of it, ready to wait.
    It was probably one of those small restrooms, and she doubted these women would let her camp out in there until the club closed. At least it would buy her some time until she figured out what she was going to do.
    The thought had no sooner left her mind, when she was grabbed from behind and dragged along the wall into a darkened alcove. She knew his scent; the feel of his hard body against her back.
    His voice came at her ear. “Got you. I’m ready to take my prize now, Willow.” Willow scrambled to get away from him, but his arms were strong around her. He couldn’t take her here! There were at least a hundred people in this club. The line for the ladies’ room was a mere ten feet away.
    She opened her mouth to scream but his rough voice came back at her ear, “I don’t want to hear anything from your pretty lips except moans, sighs, and the sound of my name. Or I’ll make you regret it.”
    Something hot and not unpleasant warmed her blood, tightened her skin. He cupped her breasts over her t-shirt, rolling her nipples between his fingers. When that wasn’t enough his hands impatiently moved over her stomach, hips, thighs, and between her legs. He was rough this time, excited by the chase. A part of her badly wanted to let him win and claim her, but she couldn’t do it.
    Instead she threw back an elbow. It landed in his side with a satisfying thump. He snatched her hands up, pressing her wrists together, and then a white cord was wrapped around them.
    “What the—”
    She tried to comprehend where he’d gotten it from and how easily he tied her up, but he was moving fast. Just like he said he would. He lifted her hands to the wall and wrapped the cord over a hook on the wall. She realized that this wasn’t an alcove but an old coatroom because there were hooks all around the wall.
    He pulled her arms up just enough so that she teetered back and forth on her toes. With a grunt, she tried to get the cord to loosen, break, or come off the hook, but it was too high and she was too short.
    “Son of bitch!”
    Suddenly his hands reached under her shirt, quickly lifting her athletic bra so her breasts spilled free. Willow gasped, her eyes going wide and wild as the crowd danced by. Her core clenched with need, throbbing in time to his possessive touch.
    “Remember what I told you. What I want to hear from your lips, my Willow.”
    Even his voice was deeper, more excited than before. His hands jerked her yoga pants at her hips and pushed them down to her ankles. It was all happening too quickly; she tried furiously to make her mind come up with something to do but all she drew was a blank as his hands tore her panties off her body.
    “You don’t need to wear panties around me, Willow. Ever again.”
    “Fuck you,” she growled. She was nearly naked now. If any of those dancers turned around and leaned a bit to the side, then they’d seen her tied up, breasts, sex, and ass bare. At least the club was dark.
    She didn’t hear anything else as the bum bum bum of the techno beat drilled into her skull like a jackhammer, but then his hot hands were at her ass, tilting her hips forward with unrelenting pressure. She had to give in. It was her starving body talking that made her do it. Yet she was wet already. Open and ready for him.
    He kicked her legs wide, and she felt warm air blow across her wet lips. Not here! Oh my God. This can’t be happening. But she knew this was real, that this wasn’t some bad, delicious dream, because his cock slid deep and inside of her in a single push. She had no time to adjust this time, to take in the feel of him.
    He started working himself in and out, in and out, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks with an erotic sound.
    Her eyes closed, and her head fell back as one of his hands reached up to hold a bouncing breast. She felt herself trying to open her legs