Because I Could Not Resist (Because You Are Mine Part 2) by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online Page A

her. Distantly, she was aware of him cursing harshly and pushing her closer to his body, as if he wanted to absorb her shudders of orgasm. She shook against him, helpless in the face of roaring pleasure.
    He shifted his hand. She cried out when she felt him push a thick finger into her vagina.
    The next thing she knew, she was sprawled on the couch next to Ian, and he was staring down at her as she gasped for air.
    “You’ve never been with a man. Have you?”
    Her soughing breath froze. It hadn’t really been a question but an accusation.
    “No,” she said, resuming her panting. Why was he looking at her like that? “I
told
you.”
    Fury sparked in his eyes. “When exactly did you tell me you were a virgin, Francesca? Because I sincerely doubt I would have let such a crucial piece of information slip my mind,” he snarled.
    “There—before we came into the room tonight,” she said, pointing stupidly at the door to his bedroom. “You asked if I’d ever done this before, and I said—”
    “I meant had you ever let a man punish you. Dominate you. Not—
fuck
,” he muttered in a blistering fashion. He stood jerkily and began to pace in front of the fireplace, raking his fingers through his short hair. He looked a little demented.
    “Ian, what—”
    “I knew this was a mistake,” he muttered bitterly. “Who did I think I was kidding?”
    Her lips parted in dawning shock. He thought this had been a mistake? He was rejecting her?
Now?
Fresh images and sensations bombarded her consciousness, memories of how wild she’d been, how out of control with lust and need.
    She relearned a painful childhood lesson at that moment, one that she would have done well to recall tonight. It caused no greater shame than to express need, to make oneself vulnerable, and then to have that pure, honest emotion thrown back at you as if it was garbage.
    Tears blinding her eyes, she reached desperately for the cashmere throw blanket at the corner of the couch. She whipped it around her naked body before she stood. Ian came to a halt when he saw what she was doing.
    “What are you doing?” he barked.
    “I’m leaving,” she replied, stalking toward the bathroom.
    “Francesca, stop right this second,” he commanded, his voice quiet . . . intimidating.
    She paused and glanced back at him. Hurt and fury rose in her, tightening her throat. “You just lost the right to order me around,” she grated out.
    He blanched.
    She turned just in time to prevent him from seeing the gathered tears spill out of her eyes. Ian Noble had seen enough of her vulnerability for one night.
    He’d seen more than enough for a lifetime.

Read more of Francesca and Ian’s red-hot romance in
    Part III of BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE
    BECAUSE YOU HAUNT ME
     
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The goddamned walls in his temporary apartment residence might as well be made of cardboard, Vic Savian thought as he came into full wakefulness at the low, mellow sound of a voice emanating from the hallway. He’d never actually heard the mystery woman who lived across the hall from him speak, but he recognized her immediately, nonetheless.
    Weird. Just her voice made his cock stir and stiffen against the cool sheets.
    He’d seen her twice now, once in Louie’s—the steak-house located in the lobby of Riverview Towers. The other time they’d been alone on the elevator together.
    He’d have bet the finest stallion in his stable that she was as aware of him on that elevator ride as he was of her.
    Sort of an understatement, actually, to say that Vic had been
aware
of her. He’d noticed everything about her . . . the light sprinkling of freckles on her nose, the movement of her lips when they closed and parted, the pulse at her elegant throat, the shape of her breasts beneath the conservative yet