Hot for His Hostage (46 page)

Her face turned pink. “You’re not sorry about any of this. I’m also not buying your
sudden desire bullshit.”

“I will be more than happy to prove you wrong right now.” He reached for the button
of his jeans. “I’m ready if you are.”

In some distant corner of his brain, Joaquin realized that combating her hurt with
challenge wasn’t going over well. On the other hand, something about arguing with
her while he’d been imagining her underneath him hadn’t just gotten his blood flowing,
but boiling. If fucking her would, in any way, prove to her that he wasn’t lying,
he was beyond down with getting busy. If she let him, he’d give it to her hard and
wicked—and repeatedly.

“No!” She managed to look indignant, but her cheeks had gone rosy. The pulse at her
neck was pounding. Her nipples poked at her borrowed shirt angrily.

He put his hands on his hips. If she looked down, she’d see his straining zipper.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”

“I’m done with this conversation.”

“If you’re telling yourself you don’t want me at all, then you’re the one lying.”

“Pfft. You might know facts about me on paper, but you don’t know me.”

“So if I touched your pussy right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

He’d always liked a good challenge. It was probably one of the reasons he loved his
job. But facing off with her this way made his blood sing, too.

“No.” She shook her head a bit too emphatically. “And you’re not touching me to find
out. Leave me alone.”

“You’re worried that I’d find you juicy. You’re afraid to admit that I turn you on.”
He stalked closer, his footfalls heavy, his eyes narrowing in on her.

“Stay back,” she warned—but her eyes said something else entirely.

“Tell me you’re not attracted to me.” He reached out, his strike fast as a snake’s,
and gripped her arms. He dragged her closer, fitting her lithe little body against
him and holding in a groan when she brushed over his cock. “Tell me you want me to
stop. Remember, you don’t like liars. I don’t, either.”

She didn’t say a word, struggled a bit for show. Mostly, she parted her lips and panted.
Her cheeks heated an even deeper rose. Her chest heaved. Never once did she look away
from him. “I’m involved with someone else.”

“If you think whatever you’ve got going with Blane is going to stop me . . .” He didn’t
bother to finish his sentence; he just laughed.

“So you’re not listening to me say ‘no’? You’re not respecting my feelings for another
guy?”

“Let’s just say I’m proving my sincerity to you.” He tightened his grip. When she
gasped and her stare fell to his lips, triumph raced through his veins. “I’m also
testing you. That pretty mouth of yours might lie to me, but your kisses won’t.”

Joaquin didn’t give her a chance to protest again. Normally, he would have. Women
101 was never to proceed without express consent, but this thick air of tension electrifying
his blood and seizing his lungs was something entirely new and intoxicating. Their
fight seemed to be helping Bailey forget her shock and sadness, not to mention the
fact that it revved her, too. She wasn’t immune to him—not by a long shot. Thank fuck.

Thrusting a fist in her hair, he pinned her in place and lowered his head.

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Coming August 18, 2014 – from

JENNA JACOB

Saving My Submission

The Doms Of Genesis – Book Four

Sneak Preview Excerpt

Joshua Lars stroked my lips with his own as if he’d known them forever. His capable
hands—those of a master sculptor—swept over my shoulders and shoved my red Alexander
McQueen dress past my hips and over my feet to puddle on the floor. Languid and thorough,
he made me feel as if I were a masterpiece he sought to mold.

As his intoxicating scent swam in my head, he unfastened my bra and tossed it to the
floor. I hadn’t recovered before he raked his tongue up the column of my neck. I began
to tremble in erotic anticipation.

From the time he’d pressed me up against the door of his studio and kissed me senseless
until the breathless moment we’d begun tangling in the sheets, Joshua’s eye had darkened,
now a piercing shade of jade. His body, all sinewy and taut, hovered over mine. The
muscles of his biceps bunched, and I quivered at the feel of his steely erection that
lay hot and hard against my belly.

Wheat colored hair fell over his brow.  When I reached up to brush the strands away,
he clasped his hands around my wrists and raised them over my head, pinning me to
the mattress. As he did, a sexy smile tugged the corners of his lips. My belly clenched.

His Dominant gesture made me catch my breath. The need to submit surged through my
veins. I hadn’t been beneath the command of a Master for years. Still I could no longer
accept this.

I struggled against his hold and tried to break free of his grip, but he shook his
head. “Easy, Mellie. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was like aged brandy, soothing
my anxiety. “Tell me, little one, are you what I hope you are?”

His actions, his ragged whisper, put a chink in my armor and made the burning pulse
of surrender rise inside me. “What exactly is it that you hope I am?”

“Don’t play shy. You know what I’m talking about. When you stared at the sub statue
earlier, the glow on your face aroused my suspicions. But when you started to cry…
well, it was as if you’d opened a window to your soul. I keep catching glimpses of
it, but it’s elusive; like smoke. There one second - gone the next. It’s almost as
if you’re trying to deny your feelings.”

What. The. Fuck? Out of all the men I’d been with not a single one had ever sensed
the sleeping submissive within. Yet, ninety minutes with the renowned Joshua Lars,
and his Dominant radar saw straight through my painstakingly constructed walls.

His lips brushed mine in a feathery-light kiss. “I want to taste your surrender.”

His words unnerved me. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied. “Stop
talking and fuck me.”

To throw him off my submissive scent, I arched my hips and rubbed my pussy against
his cock, aiming to coax him into a down-and-dirty, dazzling, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am
night. I could handle straight sex. Diving into BDSM waters—especially with Joshua—would
be like jumping off a cruise ship without a life vest. I didn’t need or want the mind
fuck.

Lifting my head, I tried to force him to kiss me. He reared back with an arch of his
brows. Disapproval lined his face. I’d never have the upper hand with the man, and
it should have scared the hell out of me. Instead it turned me on even more.

This is going to be tricky. 

“Ah ah ah, play nice, pet. I won’t allow you to top me. We’re going to take the path
that’s got you so skittish because it’s the same one that has you wet and ready.”
He bent and nuzzled his lips close to my ear. “I can smell your cunt, little one.
It makes my mouth water.”

I didn’t know what to say. He pinned me with a dissecting stare. His breath fluttered
over my lips. Unable to look at him without wanting to melt in surrender, I cast my
gaze to the golden patch of hair between his flat nipples. I couldn’t risk him seeing
those submissive parts of me I’d hidden.

“Yes, that’s the one. My, my, what a gorgeous little thing you are.”

His low, raspy praise sent lashes of fire dancing up my spine. It felt as if the devil
himself had licked me with his scorching tongue.

Cinching both of my wrists into one hand, he skimmed his other down my bod, pausing
to roll each of my beaded nipples between his fingers and thumb. Shards of electricity
shot south and gathered behind my already throbbing clit.

“Your safe word is fantasy, because that’s what you are—a fantasy that’s been plucked
straight from my dreams.”

Lord help me. The man had seduction down to a science. Combined with his potent Dominance,
I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run for my life.

Desperate to keep this encounter as vanilla as possible, I scoffed. “What the hell
is a safe word?”

Joshua narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me, pet. Lie to yourself all you want, but
I’ve already seen everything I need to.”

He bent and pressed his lips to mine with a kiss so explosive it stole my breath.
Surrender, like a long-lost blanket enveloped me, and for one brief moment I didn’t
care if he saw through my mask or not. The need to please him cracked my walls, and
the stroke of his demanding tongue had my submission seeping through.

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USA Today bestselling author
Angel Payne
began writing passionately in high school, and moved on to pen her way to departmental
honors for English at Chapman University in Southern California, as well as popular
historical romances in the 1990’s under a different pseudonym. Her kaleidoscope of
a past includes gigs as a fashion ramp model, music industry production assistant,
nightclub disc jockey, and over twenty years in the meeting planning and hospitality
industries. Her passions include pop culture, alt rock, super heroes, shoes, coffee,
and enjoying an active life in the outdoors with family and friends. She still lives
in Southern California with her gorgeous daughter and stud-man husband.

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