Page 72 of Redemption

Dane nips at me again, and my knees almost buckle. He steadies me with an arm around my waist and continues to torment my breasts as though this is completely normal and natural.

The blonde fixes me with an indulgent smile, and one blue eye winks through her silver mask. “Of course you don’t.”

“You don’t understand,” I insist, and the words are almost a desperate groan. “I don’t want to be here.”

The woman’s smile tilts. She thinks this is a game.

And Dane is still tormenting my nipples in the way that makes me come undone for him.

“No,” I moan, equal parts horror and lust. I try to keep the woman in focus when my eyes are threatening to roll back in my head. “I’m here against my will.”

She giggles again and sips her Champagne, indulging in the carnal scene like a spectator at a particularly sensual play.

“He kidnapped me!” I burst out.

Someone has to help me. This has to stop.

But Dane doesn’t stop. He drags his tongue up my sternum before his teeth graze my throat in warning.

“Please,” I beg the woman. “This is real.”

She just continues to smile at me. “I’ll leave you two to enjoy yourselves.”

“No! Wait!”

But she doesn’t listen.

No one listens to me. No one will help me.

The cruelty of Dane’s dark game crashes down on me, and I shriek out my frustration. Several people look at us, but they don’t seem alarmed in the slightest. Instead, they’re merely curious. Interested to see what Dane’spetwill do next.

My right hand is cuffed to his left, and his free hand is still in my hair.

My left hand slaps his stunning face with a shockingcrack.

I immediately regret it.

His wicked grin is far more terrifying than a thunderous scowl.

“Are you ready to struggle, little dove?”

“I want to leave,” I insist, my chest rising and falling on rapid, heaving breaths.

“It’s too late for that,” he admonishes. “Do you really think I’ll let you go unpunished?”

“Don’t do this,” I beg. “Not in front of all of these people.”

His fingers soften in my hair, and he massages my scalp in soothing circles. “Is it the audience that bothers you so much?” he croons. “Beg, and I might show mercy.”

I lick my lips, shame searing my cheeks. I don’t want to beg him for anything, but I can’t endure more of this erotic torment.

My pride makes my spine stiffen, but I force out through gritted teeth, “Please. I want to leave.”

“You didn’t ask very nicely, but you’ll do better by the end of the night.”

For a moment, I think he’ll refuse. I think he’s going to force me to remain here where everyone can witness my degradation.

Then he lifts me over his shoulder and strides out into the night.

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