Beauty's Beasts by Tracy Cooper-Posey Read Free Book Online

bring his lips closer to her ear. “The glory of Manhattan—there’s always another building next door.”
    She shivered at the closeness of his lips, as images jumped into her mind. His hands, which were still on her shoulders, sliding farther down to cup her breasts, as he ground his pelvis into her from behind. She wanted to hear him make hard, breathless, helpless sounds as he handled her. She wanted to know he found her irresistible. She was too used to the power she had over normal men. Damian had the power now. She needed him too much.
    Him and Nicholas.
    Just thinking of the other vampire made her heart beat a rapid tattoo and her pussy throb hard. Her clitoris beat in time with her heart and she could hear her breath in her ears.
    “Damian,” she whispered almost silently.
    He drew in a breath and turned his head to look at her. His black eyes narrowed. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured.
    “You,” she said honestly. She swallowed. “Now.”
    His lips brushed over hers. The light touch was electrifying. “How?” he asked softly.
    “I don’t care.” She knew it beggared her, but didn’t care about that either. She ached only to have him inside her. “Please,” she whispered, knowing he would hear her when others wouldn’t.
    Damian stepped around her to stand before her and studied her face. His thumb stroked her cheek and sparks seemed to leap from his touch. She gasped unsteadily as she stared up at him. “Now,” she whispered. “Hurry.”
    He glanced around them, making it look casual. There was a big, five-foot-square black leather upholstered flat bench nearby, strategically placed for visitors to sit and study the artwork. There were others scattered around the gallery.
    “You want me to lower you upon that and have my way?” Damian murmured. “You should have worn a skirt, my lover.”
    Riley thought she might burst into flames. It wasn’t just the idea behind his words. It was Damian’s low voice rippling over the words themselves. My lover . They were true enough. She intended to let him seduce her as soon as discretion allowed. But they still touched a chord that sent startling shockwaves through her.
    Damian’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face. He picked up the shopping bags next to her feet with one hand, and lifted her hand with the other. “Come,” he said simply, and tugged her into following him. She went willingly, her new boots tapping on the pale wooden flooring with what sounded to her like incredibly loud raps that drew attention to what they were doing, like a trumpet call. But no one turned to look at them. No one paid any attention at all.
    Damian threaded his way through the still and silent gargoyles towering over them, heading for the back of the large gallery, which took up the entire floor as far as Riley could tell. At the back of the room, she saw what Damian had spotted before her, thanks to his extra height. There was an exit sign glowing over the top of a corridor that was lined with doors. At the far end was a metal-lined door with a fast release bar. The fire escape.
    The doors along the corridor seemed anonymous, but there were discreet tags. International signs for male and female washrooms, a janitor’s closet and a manager’s office. Damian pulled Riley up against the manager’s door and knocked. When there was no answer, he knocked again, more firmly. Still no answer. Riley’s heart was thundering now, for she guessed his intention and his body was pressing her hard up against the door. She could feel his long length against her from behind and it wasn’t helping her pulse stay steady at all. Anticipation was making her tremble and her thoughts almost incoherent.
    Damian glanced along both directions of the corridor, then reached out for the doorknob. He gave it a twist. It seemed like a gentle turn, but the door gave a low agonized metallic groan and gave way. Damian pushed Riley inside, shut the door, grabbed a slim visitor’s chair