Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Read Free Book Online

looked around for familiar landmarks. Nothing. They appeared to be driving in the middle of nowhere. Large open spaces filled the darkness. After another ten minutes he turned onto an impressive driveway. It meandered for almost half a mile through mature trees, immaculate gardens, and shrubs. In the distance she could just make out an impressive colonial property lit up like a beacon.
    “Wow.” So Zane had money. An intrusive thought drifted through her mind. He probably had a wife and kids, too.
    “Bastard.”
    Most likely he used Club Submission to get his kicks, and then returned to a life of boring normality as though nothing had happened.
    Not wishing to be seen, Emma hid her car beneath a large oak tree. Shrugging on her coat she stepped out into the cold and heavily raining November night.
    Using the mature trees for cover, she could just make out his Mercedes parked at an angle in front of an impressive porch. Two imposing marble pillars guarded the entrance, while four large, leaded windows graced the lower floor of the brick façade. The diffused light coming from the interior spilled softly onto the paved driveway, giving a warm glow.
    If she were oh, so quiet and careful, she’d get a better view, and then leave. After all, she didn’t know for sure if this opulent house even belonged to him. He could just as easily be visiting friends, visiting anyone, in fact. She stumbled in the darkness, twisting her ankle. Pain like she’d never experienced before shot through her as the heel of her stiletto broke away. Emma squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Grimacing, she held a hand over her mouth. She dare not cry out in the darkness, for fear of being discovered.
    The pain in her ankle intensified as she limped helplessly on one ruined shoe. Peering over a bush, she craned her neck to get a better view through one of the massive ground floor windows. I’ll find out who this guy really is, even if it kills me.
    Without warning, a strong hand covered her mouth and nose. From behind, her arm was twisted painfully up her back. Fear like she’d never known before tore through her as someone large and powerful dragged her unceremoniously into the open. Was this how her life would end, on some cold, damp night, in the middle of nowhere?

Chapter Seven
     
    “Just what the hell are you doing here? I’ve a good mind to call the cops.” Zane held Emma tightly in his grasp. He felt her shaking, but there was no way he’d let her go this time.
    He’d been aware she’d followed him from the club. He couldn’t help but smile when he’d seen her duck down in the seat of her car, trying to avoid him. If she was a journalist, as he suspected, she wasn’t very good at her job, because it was highly unusual to have a car follow him onto the single track—a track that led only to his house. As she’d snuck up the drive, he’d jumped from his car and circled around behind her.
    Still holding her, he pulled her into the piercing glare that shone brightly from the overhead security floodlights. Emma struggled and tried to pull his hand from her mouth. Even though he was angry, he’d let her speak.
    He moved his hand from her mouth, and she immediately started screaming. He covered her lips again and whispered into her ear. “Shhh, just tell me why you’re here, and I’ll let you go. There’s no point in screaming, Emma, because apart from us, there’s no one else within five miles of here. Promise me you won’t make a noise.”
    Emma nodded frantically, and he slowly pulled his hand from her mouth. Her whole body trembled beneath his. “Are you going to kill me? Is that what you did to Chloe?” Her breathing was heavy. She was shaking uncontrollably, and could barely get her words out. “The police know I’m here. I called them on my cell phone when I parked up. You won’t get away with it.”
    That was not the answer he’d been expecting. “Chloe? What the hell do I have to do with this Chloe, whoever she