Belonging by K.L. Kreig Read Free Book Online

played in the background.
    “She’s coming around,” someone said.
    “Thank fucking Christ.” Whose deep, sensuous voice was that?
    Her eyelids cracked open, vision slightly blurry. She blinked several times to clear it.
    When she’d lived on the streets, one of her favorite escapes was window-shopping. She’d lose herself in a dream that she could afford the luxurious clothing mocking her from behind the thick glass. And that once her day of self-indulgence was over, she would have a loving home to return to. On one such day, she saw the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. He was tall, handsome, clearly fit. He oozed masculinity and sexuality. She often wondered if she’d dreamt him up for she’d never seen anything like him before or since.
    Until now . The man staring into her eyes— the same man from the club —made window guy seem like Weird Al Yankovic.
    He had piercing dark eyes, almost like onyx. Thick, dark waves framed his face, almost hanging in his eyes a bit as he looked down at her. And his face…how could she possibly describe to anyone the most perfectly exquisite face she’d ever seen?
    His eyebrows were textbook manly, dark and thick. Sharp, high symmetrical cheekbones framed a perfect, masculine nose. His lips were full and plump, with a cupid's bow gracing the top one. They were completely kissable. A five o’clock shadow rounded out the sexy package. He was the most flawless thing she’d ever seen. He was an angel. Or the devil in disguise.
    “Are you okay, princess?” The Adonis was speaking. To her .
    “Ummm…” Was she okay? She needed an aspirin, badly.
    “What’s your name, princess?”
    “It’s Ana.” Frankie? In looking around, she was in an office of some sort, lying on a soft leather couch. Frankie, Adonis and another extremely attractive, but very scary-looking man were all watching her intently. She moved to sit up, feeling extremely vulnerable in her prone position.
    “Whoa there. You hit your head pretty hard. You should lie still,” Adonis said.
    She ignored him, pushing herself up anyway. Bad idea. Her head throbbed and her vision blurred again. Were there now two Adonises? Hell, she could live with blurry vision if that were the case.
    “Ana, are you okay? What happened?”
    She was suddenly very angry. “My name is Analise. Not Ana. Not princess. And I’m fine. I just need a minute here. And possibly an aspirin.” Or twelve.
    “Analise. That’s a lovely name.” The reverent way her name rolled off Adonis’s tongue almost made her orgasm. Oh my God . What was wrong with her? She’d never reacted like this to a man. She had to get the hell away from him immediately.
    “Uh. On second thought, I’m fine. I’ll just be going now.” Just as soon as the spots in her vision cleared. She tried to stand and was gently pushed back down by Adonis.
    “You’re not going anywhere, kitten. I have a doctor coming to look at you and he’s still a good ten minutes out.”
    She couldn’t believe her ears. He’d called a doctor? She couldn’t afford a damn doctor. And kitten? She should be furious! Instead, she was oddly turned on by the endearment. And she loathed endearments. In the past, when uttered by another man they seemed nothing but demeaning, but out of his mouth it was like a hot breath between her legs.
    “Look…” she realized she didn’t even know his name. Even if she did, it would always be Adonis.
    “Damian. Damian DiStephano,” he offered, a slight smirk upturning his lips in the most deliciously erotic way.
    Wow, even his name was supremely sexy. Stop it Analise!
    “Damian. Look, Damian, I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need a doctor. I must have locked my knees and passed out. That’s all. I’m perfectly fine.” Not exactly true, but she would be. She just needed some meds and a good night’s sleep. And the way she was beginning to ache between her thighs, maybe some self-relief.
    “I’m not letting you leave,