What He Demands (What He Wants, Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free Page A

some
connection I felt to this man, even though I’d only just met him.   He said this would bring us closer, but
I wasn’t sure if I believed it.
    I bit my lip, considering, my heart and
head locked in a battle, trying to find a way to meet in the middle.
    In the end, Noah made the decision for
me.
    He kissed me softly on the lips, and when
he pulled back, leaned his forehead back against mine.
    I opened my eyes, staring right into his.
    “Please,” he whispered.   He brought my hand to his lips, kissing
each one of my fingers soft and slow, his eyes never leaving mine.
    It was so real, so raw, so
vulnerable.  
    In that moment, I felt so connected to
him, I would have given him anything he’d ask for.
    I took his hand in mine and squeezed.
    “Yes,” I said.   “Take me.   I’m
yours.”

 
    ***

 
    The music pulsed around us, the rhythm
hypnotic as Noah reached out and picked the collar up from the table.   He placed it carefully around my neck,
being careful not to fasten it too tight.
    There was a long chain hanging off the
collar, but he held my hand instead of the leash.   He knew I was nervous, knew I was a stranger in this new
world, knew I needed to be introduced to it slowly.
    He led me away from the booth and onto the
dance floor.
    A couple of men at the bar turned to
watch as I was led toward the basement door, and I was surprised to find that I
liked it.   It was a turn on, these
men knowing that I was about to be taken by Noah, that I was going to submit to
him, to allow myself to be completely vulnerable and at his mercy.
    Noah pulled me closer to him, his hand
sliding around my waist, his grip tight on my hip.   “I don’t like the way they’re looking at you,” he said into
my ear.   “But I can’t blame them
because you’re just so fucking sexy.”
    I blushed.   Were the men really looking at me with lust?   It didn’t seem possible, not with all
the beautiful women in this club.   But I liked that Noah was possessive of me, that he didn’t want anyone
else looking at me.
    Noah pushed open the door to the basement
and led me through, down a black stone staircase that led into a long
hallway.   The hallway was carpeted
in plush dark red, the lights dim.
    There was no music down here, but the
beat from upstairs reverberated through the ceiling.   It made my heart pound, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the
bass of the house music, or from anticipation.
    The hallway curved around, out of sight
behind a large black pillar.   From
somewhere in that direction, I heard the crack of a whip, followed by a woman’s
moan.  
    My hand tightened around Noah’s.
    He pulled me close to him and held me
tighter.   “You okay?” he asked,
pushing my hair out of my face tenderly.
    I nodded, my mouth dry.
    He kissed me softly on the lips.   “Do you know what a safe word is,
Charlotte?”
    “I think so.”   I swallowed.   “It’s what you say if you want to stop.”
    He nodded.   “Our safe word is ‘blue.’   If you say that word, we will immediately stop whatever it
is we’re doing, no questions asked.   Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    He kissed me again, this time slow and
deep, his hands snaking down my back and grabbing my ass.  
    When we pulled back, his eyes searched
mine.
    “Do you trust me?” he asked.   His eyes were blazing now, his voice
commanding, powerful.   It wasn’t a
plea, or a question.   The answer he
wanted was obvious.
      “Yes,” I whispered.
    He took me by the leash and led me down
the hall.

 
    ***

 
    When we got to the end of the hall, we
were standing in a circular room.   It was dim and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.   After a moment, two shadowy figures
came into focus.
    A woman, dressed in a leather bodysuit,
was crawling across the floor toward a man holding a whip.   When she got close, he smacked her on
the ass.   She moaned in pleasure,
and he reached down and placed a ball gag in her