Wild Darkness: Paranormal MF BDSM Romance (Wolves on the Prowl Book 4) by Michele Bardsley Page B
Authors: Michele Bardsley
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his tongue flickering along her skin.
“You’re a very good girl, Roni.” He pressed against her again, his fingers sliding over her hips. “You are so luscious. So beautiful. Do you believe that?”
“No,” she admitted.
“I’m proud of you for being honest,” he said, approval ripe in his tone. “But I’m disappointed in your answer.”
Her stomach squeezed. She swallowed the “I’m sorry,” because she wouldn’t apologize. The situation had turned into something surreal. She wondered if perhaps she had fallen asleep, and this was a dream.
“Will you accept a gift?”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked bitterly. What would this gift be? His cock ramming into her? She squeezed her eyes shut against another barrage of tears.
“You always have a choice, Roni.”
She shouldn’t even feel curiosity. She should be trying to think of a way to get free. How could she make him leave without hurting her or taking what little possessions she had? Her treacherous body was reacting to his male strength, to the command in his tone, and to the gentleness of his hands. “I a-accept.”
He wound something thin and soft around her neck. “Until tomorrow night,” he said. “Sweet dreams.”
Then he was gone.
For a long moment Roni sucked in steadying breaths, then with her legs quivering, she turned around and faced her empty, dark bedroom.
----
“ T HAT’S NICE ,” SAID Ann as she scooted Roni’s few items over the scanner. She gave her a considering look. “That shade of blue matches your eyes. What’s the silver charm in the middle?”
“A crescent moon sorta hugging a spiked sun,” said Roni. She fingered the band she hadn’t taken off. It was stupid to wear it. Stupid to flaunt it.
I’ve been watching you .
He still was, she was sure. Her neck prickled. Maybe he was watching her now.
“Know who was in here earlier? Your boyfriend .”
Roni’s gaze jerked to Ann’s smirking expression. “What?”
“You know,” she said, “Mr. Chips ‘n Dip. Always buys one bag of regular ol’ chips and one container of sour cream and chives.”
She knew immediately who Ann was talking about; the man bought the same thing every night. He was tall, always dressed in dark clothes, and had a shaved head. And eyes that reminded her of Arctic ice. “I don’t know him outside of this place.”
“Maybe you should,” said Ann, “‘cause he’s always staring at you. He’s not bad looking, neither.”
He never said much, and she’d never noticed any looks or felt any attraction vibes. She figured he worked or lived around the area, but hadn’t thought of him as dating material. Then again, she didn’t date.
Her thoughts drifted back to the man who’d broken into her apartment.
He hadn’t done anything to her. Hadn’t taken from her. And that choice he’d given her? It wasn’t that she couldn’t make her own decisions. Hell, she’d been doing that for the last year. Getting a say-so within a relationship was the true novelty.
Not that she considered herself in a relationship.
This was a game.
After he’d left, she’d turned on all the lights and sat on the couch, staring at the TV until the sun rose. Only then had she fallen asleep. When she awoke, she went through the routine of her day, constantly touching the band of blue leather around her neck with its odd little charm.
She thought about the men she knew, and couldn’t think of a single one bold enough to play with her. List A was short: Johnny, Mac, and Arctic Eyes. List B was filled with unknowns. Maybe he was a guy who worked across the street or lived in her apartment complex, or came into the store during her shift. Or he knew me before …
Old memories surfaced. There’d been a club in the city, The D-Zone. As part of her twenty-ninth birthday celebration, she and her friends had visited, wandering down halls and watching people play their games. The rest of the girls wanted to feel like they were being brazen and
“You’re a very good girl, Roni.” He pressed against her again, his fingers sliding over her hips. “You are so luscious. So beautiful. Do you believe that?”
“No,” she admitted.
“I’m proud of you for being honest,” he said, approval ripe in his tone. “But I’m disappointed in your answer.”
Her stomach squeezed. She swallowed the “I’m sorry,” because she wouldn’t apologize. The situation had turned into something surreal. She wondered if perhaps she had fallen asleep, and this was a dream.
“Will you accept a gift?”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked bitterly. What would this gift be? His cock ramming into her? She squeezed her eyes shut against another barrage of tears.
“You always have a choice, Roni.”
She shouldn’t even feel curiosity. She should be trying to think of a way to get free. How could she make him leave without hurting her or taking what little possessions she had? Her treacherous body was reacting to his male strength, to the command in his tone, and to the gentleness of his hands. “I a-accept.”
He wound something thin and soft around her neck. “Until tomorrow night,” he said. “Sweet dreams.”
Then he was gone.
For a long moment Roni sucked in steadying breaths, then with her legs quivering, she turned around and faced her empty, dark bedroom.
----
“ T HAT’S NICE ,” SAID Ann as she scooted Roni’s few items over the scanner. She gave her a considering look. “That shade of blue matches your eyes. What’s the silver charm in the middle?”
“A crescent moon sorta hugging a spiked sun,” said Roni. She fingered the band she hadn’t taken off. It was stupid to wear it. Stupid to flaunt it.
I’ve been watching you .
He still was, she was sure. Her neck prickled. Maybe he was watching her now.
“Know who was in here earlier? Your boyfriend .”
Roni’s gaze jerked to Ann’s smirking expression. “What?”
“You know,” she said, “Mr. Chips ‘n Dip. Always buys one bag of regular ol’ chips and one container of sour cream and chives.”
She knew immediately who Ann was talking about; the man bought the same thing every night. He was tall, always dressed in dark clothes, and had a shaved head. And eyes that reminded her of Arctic ice. “I don’t know him outside of this place.”
“Maybe you should,” said Ann, “‘cause he’s always staring at you. He’s not bad looking, neither.”
He never said much, and she’d never noticed any looks or felt any attraction vibes. She figured he worked or lived around the area, but hadn’t thought of him as dating material. Then again, she didn’t date.
Her thoughts drifted back to the man who’d broken into her apartment.
He hadn’t done anything to her. Hadn’t taken from her. And that choice he’d given her? It wasn’t that she couldn’t make her own decisions. Hell, she’d been doing that for the last year. Getting a say-so within a relationship was the true novelty.
Not that she considered herself in a relationship.
This was a game.
After he’d left, she’d turned on all the lights and sat on the couch, staring at the TV until the sun rose. Only then had she fallen asleep. When she awoke, she went through the routine of her day, constantly touching the band of blue leather around her neck with its odd little charm.
She thought about the men she knew, and couldn’t think of a single one bold enough to play with her. List A was short: Johnny, Mac, and Arctic Eyes. List B was filled with unknowns. Maybe he was a guy who worked across the street or lived in her apartment complex, or came into the store during her shift. Or he knew me before …
Old memories surfaced. There’d been a club in the city, The D-Zone. As part of her twenty-ninth birthday celebration, she and her friends had visited, wandering down halls and watching people play their games. The rest of the girls wanted to feel like they were being brazen and
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