Doris O'Connor by Riding Her Tiger Read Free Book Online Page B

but it stops now. It had to be you. I never would have—" She stopped herself just in time by stuffing a fist in her mouth. Oh God, what must he think of her?
    "Estelle, calm down. You're hyperventilating. Sit down." A chair hit the back of her legs, and she sat down heavily, his hands on her shoulders giving her no choice but to do so. She couldn't look at him; she just couldn't, even as he moved his hand and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up.
    "I have a twin brother, Estelle. He owns the club, and he calls himself Ink. Are you telling me you thought he was me? Answer me, sweet. I need to know the truth." He growled his annoyance when she shook her head and screwed her eyes shut. "Fuck it, Estelle, tell me. If he made you believe he was me I'll go and tear the bastard limb from limb."
    "No, he didn't." Her whispered denial stopped the growling of his beast, and he stilled. The very air seemed to stand still as he waited for her to carry on speaking.
    "Tell me what happened." The tone of command brooked no argument, and her submissive side scrambled to respond instantly, even as the rational side of her brain screamed at her to just get the fuck away from him and this whole surreal situation.
    "I just assumed it was you, and it made it easier…I wouldn't have…I mean…please don't make me say it."
    He sighed, and she did risk a glance at his face. Her heart flipped over at the intense way he was studying her. Lust warred with determination and some other deep felt emotion in the swirling mists of his eyes that changed to his tiger's as she watched him. His beast's low purr vibrated through her, and she held her breath at the struggle she sensed in him. When he finally spoke his voice was deathly calm, every carefully enunciated word travelled along her nerve endings and sent darts of anticipation over her skin, until all sensations settled deep in her core.
    "Why did you go to the club? I know you talked online. I was mad as fuck when I found out."
    "You were?"
    He smiled a toothy grim-faced response, and Estelle wondered at the flash of emotion crossing his ragged features. He ran one clawed finger along her collar bone, and he shook his head at her indrawn breath in response.
    "Yes, I was. Because I wanted you from the first minute my tiger scented you across the office. But you're such a young thing, and I was married." He laughed, and a chill went down Estelle's spine.
    "By the time I finally got the bitch I was married to, to agree to a divorce, I knew I could never have you. My tastes aren't for the likes of you. At least that's what I thought." His golden eyes focused on her, and Estelle lost herself in the emotion blazing in them.
    "So imagine my surprise when I find out that you've joined Ink's website. And not only that, but that you were following his instructions so precisely." He smiled again as heat rose into her cheeks, remembering that day in the hallway. He had known she was wearing a butt plug then.
    "And before you ask, I didn’t hack into your computer, but I'm a Dom. I recognize another Dom training a sub when I see it. It damn well nearly killed me that it wasn't me doing the training."
    Hope unfurled in Estelle's chest like the delicate petals of a flower raising its head to the first rays of the morning sun. Surely that meant he had to care for her a little, didn't it?
    "So, you see, I really need to know why you went to that club.
    And why you stayed when you thought Ink was me? I'd have expected you to run away screaming. In fact I was counting on it. I was outside the club. I saw you going in, and I waited. When you stayed I figured you made your choice, and I—" He shook his head again and stalked away, the dejected slump of his shoulders pulling at her heart strings. "I figured you made your choice, and I was too late.

    And then today, when I couldn't stay away anymore, to smell my brother and that damn Siberian Tiger still all over you…"
    The growl that followed was the most