Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) by Ella Dominguez Read Free Book Online

modest
about?
    Elsa took in a big gulp of
air, pushed her shoulders back and let her hands fall to her side.
Her bra hit the wooden floor in a soft thud and she met his gaze
boldly as her chest heaved with each of her labored
breaths.
    “That’s better. Now finish
doing what I asked.”
    Four...
Three … Slipping her fingers underneath
the lace over her hips, she paused. Victor lifted his bottom off
the chair and reached into his pants to retrieve a pocket knife.
Apparently she required assistance in doing what he had
asked.
    Standing, he moved behind
her.
    “Victor…” she whispered
tensely when the knife opened with a click.
    Wrapping an arm around her
upper shoulders, he pulled her close to his body and placed a hand
over her mouth to silence her. “That’s Mr. Black. I won’t say it
again. Now I’ve already told you that you’re physically safe within
these walls. Now hush,” he barked.
    He slid the blade of the
knife under the delicate fabric of her panties and in one quick
motion, cut them off of her, catching them in his hand.
    “I detest undergarments,
Elsa. I don’t care how sexy they are, they’re the biggest
cock-block known to man. Rule number one: never wear them. Not in
my presence or anywhere else. Am I clear?”
    He brought the panties to
his nose and inhaled deeply. Her scent erased all logical thoughts
from his brain and filled him with the kind of lust that made his
dick harden painfully. Flicking his tongue over the bend of her
neck, he sunk his teeth into her soft flesh just hard enough to
leave a mark without drawing blood, causing her to squeal her
answer.
    “Yes…”
    He would be content if that
one single word was the only one that came from her mouth. Victor
laughed to himself. Who the hell was he kidding? He loved the
word no ,
too, when spoken in the right context.
    ***
    The drafty house sent
goosebumps over Elsa’s bare skin. Pushing back against Mr. Black,
she tried to sap some of the fierce heat he was putting off. His
firm, toned body and stiff cock pressing into her lower back made
her pant uncontrollably, despite her best efforts to appear
impervious to his touch. His large hand glided down her upper chest
and squeezed a breast, his fingers plucking at the tight bud of her
nipple.
    “I expect you to get back
on birth control…” he whispered into her ear.
    Her arousal turned to
exasperation. He knew too much about her, but how? How could one
man delve so deeply into her history as to know she had been off
the pill since her break up with Patrick? Why the hell was that any
of his business, anyway?
    “I’ve made an appointment
for you with a gynecologist on Monday afternoon. Choose something
that will delay your periods and minimize PMS. I don’t want your
menstrual cycle interfering with our time together.”
    If the sound of Mr. Black’s
voice wasn’t so damned sexy and the hot breath from his mouth so
enticing, she might have been a little more put off at how casually
overbearing his statement was. He was clearly a man who had done
this sort of thing before and every part of his plan with her was
well-thought out.
    “You’re to be here, in this
house, showered and ready for me every Saturday at 9:00 a.m.
whether or not I’m here. Weekends belong to me, Elsa, but know that
our time is not strictly limited to those days. You are expected to
be at my service whenever you receive a message from me. You have
exactly forty five minutes from the time you receive my word to be
here and prepared for me. Seeing as you have no one in your life, I
don’t foresee this being a problem.”
    Elsa rolled her eyes and
sighed. How fucking polite of Mr. Black to point out the painfully
obvious. Without warning, he spun her around and gripped her jaw
agonizingly tight.
    “Don’t ever disrespect me
in my house, Ms. Cassidy,” he growled, his nostrils flaring with
fury.
    Her body stiffened. She
hadn’t meant to be disrespectful. Strange and disquieting thoughts
began to race