Let Him Reign: An Underworld Romance Read Free Page B

name! Do you really think that I'm just going to go off with you and let you have your way with me after a few corny lines?" I pull back and reply as defensively as possible.
    "You're right," he says with a heavy sigh. "I got way ahead of myself. How can I expect you to scream my name while I'm pounding my cock into you if you don't even know it yet?"
    "Oh my God," I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief. "I've got a few names for you all right. Here's a hint, they all begin or end with ass ."
    That makes him chuckle but doesn't seem to deter him at all.
    "Speaking of asses," he starts and then groans when he bends his knees to dip down and cup my behind with both of his large hands. "Yours is spectacular."
    "Wow, you don't give up, do you?" I ask, reaching behind me to slide his hands up higher. Despite my indignation, I'm still turned on beyond belief by this ridiculous man. I'm gonna have to be careful because I'm pretty sure the sexy manipulator could eventually talk me right out of my panties. Not that I’m wearing any at the moment.
    "I always get what I want,” he responds. “And right now I desperately want to peel this suit down to your hips, so I can lick you between your legs. I'd lap up every single drop of cream from your pussy like a starving stray getting his first taste of milk."
    I hear myself make some sort of embarrassing whimpering sound and hope the music drowned it out.
    "What's wrong Miss Kitty? Cat got your tongue?" He laughs into my hair, knowing he's stunned me into silence with his naughty rhetoric.
    I'm reminding myself of my rapidly fading motto “Don't sleep with strangers” while squeezing my thighs together to ease the growing ache when all hell breaks loose. 
    Women scream bloody murder, people start pushing each other. I'm too buzzed from alcohol and lust to figure out what's going on or panic at first. Then I see the group of men standing just inside the front door. The men dressed in all black holding guns. They don't look anything like cops, either. With buzz cuts and large, muscular builds, they seem more like military men or deadly assassins compared to the wimpy Barney Fife officers on our small town police force. The Coughlins could be part of some type of dangerous meathead mafia, my ridiculous paranoia suggests.
    Oh shit. The men's unexpected and antagonistic looking demeanor sobers up my lustful haze. I start looking for Kayla, who was just seconds ago dancing with Dracula right beside me and Batman, but it's futile in the massive crowd. Like fish in a stream, we're all heading farther inside the house, away from the men at the double doors.
    "Go!" a deep voice orders from behind me. I think it's my dark knight.
    People are shoving me in their urgency to put as much space as possible between themselves and the guys with guns. I stay with the herd as best I can, hoping they know where the hell they're going in this fancy maze. And of course, one of my four inch heel bought from the clearance rack picks that moment to snap. My ankle twists and wobbles and I go down on my hands and knees before I quickly try to push myself back up. Someone steps on my fingers before I can accomplish my goal. I’m still cursing with tears in my eyes when another person nails me in my ribs with their boot.            
    There's not even time for me to yell when strong, solid arms wrap around my waist and lift me completely off the ground. The world spins and my stomach flips the next second when I'm hanging upside down. I squirm to try and escape the stronghold until my feet touch the floor again. The noise from the running of the bulls is instantly drowned out, and my breath coming in pants sounds loud. In pitch black darkness, I can't see a damn thing, only the outline of my own hand in front of my face. I reach out trying to find my way around and hit a hard surface. Running my fingertips over the structure, I feel dips of various sizes like rows of books pressed together. There’s