Own Me (Romance on the Go) by Jenika Snow Page B

with a vampire. I wasn’t stupid or naive. I knew what he wanted, why I was here. He wouldn’t have me tied up like this if he didn’t plan on doing wicked things to me.
    “I would like to welcome you to my home,” he said without looking at me. His hands were thrust in the front pockets of his pants, and his focus was still trained on the fire. His voice was deep and smooth, like the whiskey I’d consumed at the party.
    My traitorous body lit up like a firework. He turned to face me then, and I exhaled. I couldn’t help but feel an intense attraction for him. Vampires were not only dangerous, but they were also beautiful, and this man was no different. I tried to remind myself he had kidnapped me and probably planned on killing me, but still, I couldn’t help the ache that settled in my clit.
    Vampires might live amongst humans, but my weaker species wasn’t ignorant of the fact that there was still killing going on in the shadows by these creatures.
    He looked stoic, but then moved closer to me, a smile widening across his lips. I got the first real glimpse of his fangs. They were impressive, big and long and telling of what he used them for, why he needed them.
    “I have a lot planned for you,” he said in that scratchy voice, one that had my body getting even warmer.
    I was equal parts frightened and aroused.
    He inhaled deeply and let out this low, animalistic sound. “I am pleasantly surprised at your reaction. I didn’t think you’d be so aroused once you woke, but I see you are quite responsive to the situation.” He stepped closer, and I got a strong scent of him. He smelled so good. It was potent, like crisp, clean mountain air, but there was also a hint of something else, something darker, more primal.
    “What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Calm, but I knew he could read my emotions as clear as if I shouted them in his face.
    “What do I want?” he repeated, grinning, his fangs flashing. “I just want you.”
    My heart was beating harder, faster.
    “You see, sweet Athena, I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”
    The fact that he knew my name was unnerving.
    I don’t remember seeing him before, and aside from that one brief time at the party, he was a stranger to me, a very dangerous stranger. Here he stood, smiling at me, his gaze skimming up and down my body, proclaiming he had been watching me, and having my flight or fight instinct rising. A chill raced up my spine, and I pulled at my bonds, my mind screaming I needed to get away if I wanted to survive. I made a small noise in the back of my throat, unable to stop myself.
    “What do you plan on doing to me?” I tested my bonds again and heard him cluck his tongue.
    “I told you.” He reached out and touched my lips. “I want you.” He continued to touch my flesh, and my skin puckered, my whole body igniting with sensations.
    “This is wrong. People will look for me. You can’t keep me here.”
    “Shhh,” he said and grinned wider, his focus on my mouth. “We won’t worry about anyone else. This is about us.” He dropped his hand and dipped his gaze to my breasts. My nipples hardened painfully, and I gasped at the sensations coursing through me.
    The next moment seemed to go in slow motion, and I watched helplessly. He skimmed his palm over my breast, the roughness and strength of it scraping, making my nipple drawing up painfully tight. An involuntary moan left me, and I felt my face heat from my traitorous body’s reaction.
    “Ah, I see you aren’t quite the prisoner after all, are you?” He leaned in close, so his face was only inches from mine. He took my nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes locked right on mine. My whole body relaxed, and I realized I was arching into his touch, thrusting my breasts into his waiting fingers like some kind of fiend.
    He pulled and tweaked until I was moaning loudly and panting with need, unable to stop the reaction inside of me.