Quiver (a Suspenseful Romance Novel) Read Free Page A

crashed into a locked door that announced “STAFF ONLY”. A sign below depicted a stick figure getting pummelled by lightning bolts.
    My feet kicked out and my forearms whirled in attempt to make contact with my attacker. It was useless; my arms were pinned to my side. I was in a vice grip.
    “I knew you’d come. Stop shrieking,” he said. His chin rested on my shoulder, buried beneath my hair.
    I stopped resisting. Adrenaline dispersed through my body, leaving me weak and exhausted. It was him — his low smooth voice sent shivers of relief down my spine. His left hand tightly clasped his right forearm; I couldn’t move at all; my arms were pinned to my side.
    “Am I under arrest?” I asked.
    “You most certainly are, Miss Clark,” he replied. Using his free right hand he navigated his way down my skirt. His palm pressed firmly against my sex, and his fingers explored, gathering the material of my skirt higher.
    “Oh!” I whispered, eyes wide, sharply taking in a breath. I leaned my head backwards and allowed my eyelids to sink to a close.
    “I’m going to release you,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’re going to put your hands up and press them against the wall.”
    The pressure around my waist loosened. I stood unchained and raised my arms, placing them on the cold door.
    “Don’t move,” he commanded.
    Using the power of his foot he forced my legs wider apart into a frisk position.
    Travelling up my torso, his hands cupped my breasts, lingering briefly before dropping into a crouch as he explored the lengths of my legs, coming to a stop at my apex. The tips of his fingers brushed over the layers between my legs. The temperature was rising. I was getting hot down there, and the heat from his hand fuelled the blaze.
    Standing back up he pressed against me from behind; a distinctive thickness rubbed against my backside. His need was mounting. I enticed him by moving my derriere from side to side.
    At this slight movement, his fingers finally forced their way through, poking and ripping the delicate material of my tights. They slipped beneath my panties and glided over to find and expose my clit. I ground against his fingers as he played with my sensitive bud.
    “Faster!” I pleaded, biting my bottom lip.
    He obeyed. I could feel the beginnings of a spark deep within me, slowly building. He squeezed me harder around my waist as his fingers danced like lightning. My clit swelled in response.
    Conflicting thoughts buzzed in my head. I didn’t want him to stop but I needed him to slip inside. I parted my legs a little more hoping he’d get the idea but instead he pulled at the side of my blouse; the material billowed as it came untucked and floated to hang loose by my sides.
    Moving up towards my heaving chest, he jerked the cup of the bra downward, and my left breast tumbled out, exposed. My nipple was hard and as smooth as a gemstone. My breast was in his custody, and my nipple poked through the gap of his fore and middle fingers. Teasing, he began to close the gap, creating a vice for my nipple. It was an enjoyable ache. I would never have considered pain like this to be pleasurable, or that I would enjoy it, but I found I wanted to cry out for him to do it harder, and yet I held back… I wasn’t brave enough to surrender myself completely.
    He pulled my panties to the side, giving him easier access, and he curled his fingers through my neat and tidy garden, tugging slightly on a cluster of hair near my clit.
    For a desperate moment he completely removed his hands from my body. The night air kissed and aroused my breast, and I could feel the breeze swirling and passing between my open legs, skimming by my saturated knickers.
    His jaw nestled into my shoulder. His hot breath was even and controlled.
    “Turn around,” he commanded. And I did. He took a step back, taking me in… taking his time to look me up and down. I felt bare under his watch. He looked ready to devour me —ravenous. I tried to