Wild Darkness: Paranormal MF BDSM Romance (Wolves on the Prowl Book 4) Read Free Page B

she would’ve put her hand under her dress and stroked herself to orgasm. She couldn’t wait until her shift was over and she could go home.
    To him.
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    C USTOMERS WERE FEW and far between, so Roni occupied her time with straightening shelves, re-arranging end caps, and cleaning the area around her cash register. Her ass had stopped stinging, but she hadn’t quite rid herself of the ache of her own need -- the kind that could only be assuaged by her master.
    Mr. Chips ‘n Dip arrived at her counter with his bag of Ruffles and pint of dip. He did seem to keep his gaze on her. She’d never noticed before. Was it because he was Mystery Man? She smiled at him as she handed over his change.
    He mumbled his thanks and left.
    When her shift was over, she grabbed her purse and coat. She was in such a hurry that she nearly plowed down Johnny who tried to enter the break room while she was exiting it.
    “Oh! I’m sorry.”
    “It’s all right.” He looked her over, squinting behind the glasses. “You look different. Kinda glowy.”
    His observation threw her. “Thank you. I feel kinda glowy.”
    “Cool.” He nodded then he said, “You want me to walk you home?”
    “It’s really nice of you to keep offering, Johnny, but I swear I’ll be all right.”
    “Okay, then. Good night, Roni.”
    “‘Night!” She hurried through the store, tossing Ann a quick wave as she left.
    She’d gotten to the edge of the first alleyway when Mr. Chips ‘n Dip stepped out of the darkness.
    “Been watching you,” he said.
    His hungry gaze swept over her, and her initial excitement turned to dread. Somehow, she knew that he was not Mystery Man.
    “It was nice to see you again,” she said, “but I need to get home.”
    “I’ll go with you.” He grabbed her elbow. “C’mon.”
    She yanked her arm out of his grip, and glanced back at the neon sign of the grocery store.
    “Don’t run,” rumbled the man. He pulled out a switchblade and waved it at her. Her heart dove to her toes. “Just wanna show you a good time, is all.”
    “Hey!” Johnny chugged down the sidewalk. “Stay away from her!”
    “Roni!” Mac hurried toward her from the other direction.
    Faced with two angry men coming at him from either side, the man put the knife away and sent her a look of disgust. “Ain’t no bitch worth this kind of trouble.” He pushed past her and crossed the street, going into the adult bookstore.
    Johnny got to her first. “You all right?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    “You’re never late,” said Mac as he joined them. “I got worried.”
    “Thank you, both of you.” She was shaking, and feared her legs would give way.
    “C’mon,” said Johnny. “We’ll get you home.”
    Roni felt utterly protected all the way to the apartment complex. Neither man would leave until they checked out her place. She gave Mac his Snickers and a kiss on the cheek, and she hugged Johnny.
    After they left, she locked her door. Then she collapsed onto her couch and cried.
    Knock, knock, knock . Startled out of her weeping, she dashed away her tears, and went to look through the peephole.
    She opened the door and smiled. “What’s up?”
    “You dropped something.” Johnny pulled his hand out of his pocket and unfurled her black thong.
    Roni swallowed the knot in her throat. “You?”
    “Disappointed?”
    “Happy.” She opened the door, and he walked inside. By the time she’d followed him into the living room, he’d removed his glasses and his coat. His tight T-shirt showed off his lean form and some seriously great muscles. He brushed his fingers through his hair and suddenly, the shaggy look gave way to a more styled form. He looked older, too, and she realized he was probably her age.
    He was gorgeous.
    “I met you at The D-zone,” he said. “You took a couple of my sub classes. Then that asshole Graham got hold of you. I thought I’d lost you then.”
    The Dom had been masked; she’d never seen him.
    “What a coincidence we