Hunger Embraced (The Hunger Series) by Jennifer James Read Free Book Online

finger, increasing the electrical charge. I inhaled and my breath hitched. He smiled and drew me into his embrace, caressing my ass before resting his palm on the small of my back.
    “You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, Miranda. This pleases me.”
    I blinked. Surely I would have remembered meeting him in the past.
    His faint accent held notes of a language I couldn’t place. He led me to the vanity and put my hands on the counter, stood behind me, and seized my waist. His gaze captured mine in the mirror’s reflection. Unlike Daniel, his power didn’t leak out of the dark abyss of those deep brown eyes. The waves of hot, sparking energy and electrical currents intensified.
    I should have panicked at the loss of coherent thought, but I didn’t. Usually I ran the show with the vampires who sought me out. I said where and when. Having the decisions stripped away was a relief, even while a small part of my brain screamed at me about how abnormal the situation and my reactions were.
    Goosebumps broke out on my skin as he used his thumbnail to scrape the back of my thigh, and I shifted my feet, squirming under the irritating sensations, but he held me in place. He reached higher and traced along the edge of my panties, sliding his finger beneath the edge to trace my buttock. The elastic bit into my skin when he snapped it, shoved my skirt up over my hips, and pressed between my shoulder blades until I bent at the waist. He placed his foot between both of mine, kicking at the heels of my pumps to make room for his thigh. I struggled to keep my legs together.
    This was wrong. I had to get away from him. Not here, not at work. Not with him. I’d lose myself.
    “You will cooperate, or I will restrain you.” The statement was accompanied by a smack to the right side of my ass. I closed my eyes and blushed in shame at the pleasure accompanying the pain. He inhaled loudly and chuckled under his breath.
    “You cannot hide it from me, Miranda. We were made for each other, and I know what your body needs, what it craves. How you bend toward me, even though my essence dancing along your skin causes you pain.” He reached up, grabbed my ponytail, and smiled. Another smack struck my ass. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
    “Spread your thighs.” He jerked on my hair for emphasis, and I couldn’t help but whimper as the pain became pleasure. A part of me wanted to continue to struggle against him, but I knew somehow that the more I fought, the rougher he’d get. The dark desire to fulfill his wish surged through me. It would be a mistake. I chose to relent instead, and he stepped fully between my legs.
    The elastic of my panties tightened on my belly and thighs for a moment then came free with a rip. My abdomen clenched and liquid surged into my engorged folds. I sucked in a burning rush of air and shuddered, trembling under his grip in anticipation. The sharp nip of his fangs on the back of my neck pinched my skin, and his fingers burrowed into my hip. All I could hear were my own harsh inhalations and the rapid flutter of my heartbeat.
    I took a slow deep breath and relaxed a fraction.
    He shoved himself inside me in the next instant, and I cried out. Damn, his large cock stretched me painfully. He increased the pressure on my hair, and I had no choice but to follow his direction. He forced me to stand more upright and changed the angle. His dark orbs flashed as they met mine in the mirror, and he thrust again—hard and to the stop. I moaned in ecstasy and closed my eyes against the mirror’s reflection.
    The stinging crackle of his power shot through my inner walls and straight to my nipples. “Look at me.” His breath tickled my ear, and he swirled his tongue inside then bit down on the sensitive lobe. I shook my head and reclaimed my ear. The velvet of his lips skimmed my neck, biting, licking, caressing. He withdrew, then plunged forward hard. I gasped at the contact, at the rush of pleasure on the heels of the