Page 10 of Vienna Betrayal

She exhaled, but was unable to look away from the sight of her breast in his hand. His fingers warm and hard, her nipple tight in anticipation of his touch. A man she’d just met was fondling her, and she couldn’t, well, wouldn’t, stop him.

With her next exhale she released some of the tension coiled tight in her gut, the urge to fight or flee paling in comparison to the new feelings he evoked.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“I feel… Excited, a little scared. I want to…to run away. To change my mind about all of this.” She closed her eyes, licked her lips. She was being far too honest.

And she was starting to feel submissive.

On one hand that was a relief, because it meant she wouldn’t haul off and punch Alexander as if he were some stranger groping her in a club.

But there was danger in this feeling, too.

She’d prepared for half a dozen different situations and scenarios. Walked into the club tonight determined to attract his attention. Ready and willing to play the part of a submissive and kneel before him.

But she hadn’t expected his touch to make her feel like this.

“If you want to run, run now.” He took his hand from her breast, giving her the out.

She should run. Find another way.

There was no other way.

And I want him to touch me again.

“If I stay?”

“Then you’re mine for the night.”

“And what will you do to me?” She raised her head, needing to see his face.

Alexander’s expression was stern, almost cold. “Many things.”

“That’s it? That’s all you going to say?”

He raised a brow. “Stay or go?”

“Stay.” She needed him.

“Good.” He placed his hand on the top of her head and pressed down, forcing her to bow her head.

Arousal slid through her veins, warming her skin and wiping away the lingering traces of fight or flight instinct.

Alexander rose and went back to circling her, the crop once more dangling casually from his hand. The silence stretched, and her breathing seemed loud in the quiet.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he commanded for the second time.

“I was just wondering, if I screamed, would anyone come?”

“Depends on the scream.”

“Am I going to scream?”

He stopped walking and she stared at the knees of his slacks.

She was painfully aware of her bare breasts, the way they rose and fell with each breath she took.

“Yes,” he said. “You’re going to scream.”

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