Out of Control (Untamed #2) by Jinsey Reese, Victoria Green Read Free Book Online Page B

morning. I wasn’t sure if Dare had wanted me or if he’d simply wanted to punish me. Maybe both. The way he kissed me, touched me, fucked me…
    God. I had no thoughts that did not relate to him. And sex.
    Okay, I could do this. I could last the twenty minutes it was going to take for the pills to kick in. I glanced over at the clock. Nineteen and a half minutes.
    My hand slid to my stomach…
    Dare .
    …and my fingers traveled lower…
    Dare, Dare, Dare.
    …slipping down the front of my pajama shorts.
    Fuck.
    I needed a distraction. And maybe another drink. Wrapping a robe around me, I slipped out of my room and padded barefoot across the thickly carpeted living area. Halfway to the kitchen, I stopped, the scene outside of the window catching my eye. Paris was lit up, twinkling like a magical land just waiting to be explored.
    For what felt like an eternity, I gazed at the bright lights and the streets I knew so well. I loved this city so much. I’d always wanted to live here, and now I was. Sure, so much was screwed up in my life at the moment, but I was living in Paris . Some things were right.
    My head was starting to swim in that delightful way it always did when the pills and booze kicked in. My whole body relaxed into a dreamy heaviness, and I felt a little dizzy. Good. I was on the verge of blessed oblivion.
    Time to lie down.
    I tried to walk around the side table to get back to my room, but I missed a few steps and ended up bumping into a lamp. It teetered and tipped, but I was way too fascinated to do anything about it except watch as it fell in slow motion, landing on the floor with a fantastic, colorful crash.
    Oh, wow. Now the room was spinning. I stepped over the broken pieces and crawled onto the couch. It was so soft and squishy, and just right for snuggling up and falling right to sleep.
    Just as my head hit the cushions and my eyes were closing, there was a loud knock on the door.
    Dare said, “Reagan?”
    I looked at the door and waved, too tired to form words.
    He knocked again. Louder. “Are you okay? REAGAN?!”
    I wanted to tell him everything was fine, but my mouth wouldn’t work, my eyes didn’t want to stay open any longer. Where the fuck had this feeling been ten minutes ago when I’d needed it?
    There was a bang and the door flew open. Dare’s tall frame filled the doorway, outlined by the light spilling in from the hallway. He looked around the room, took in the smashed lamp and said, “What the fuck is going on over here? Are you alright?”
    Then he was next to me, squatting down so that we were face-to-face. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, so I opened my eyes and reached out to touch his cheek.
    “You have such a nice face,” I said with a soft laugh.
    His eyes hardened. “Jesus. Are you… high? ”
    I nodded. Then shook my head at the look on his face. “Couldn’t sleep. Just needed a little help to relax.” I pointed out the window. “I love Paris. Don’t you love Paris?”
    “Yeah.” He stared at me, looking like he wanted to say something more, but my eyes started to close again and he sighed. I felt his arms slip under my legs and behind my back, and then I was lifted up into the sky. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned my head against his shoulder, and breathed him in.
    He carried me into my bedroom, gently laying me down on the bed. I snuggled into the covers and felt the pull of the earth throughout my entire body.
    Everything was a jumble in my mind, getting mixed up and moved around. My thoughts were hazy, my entire body loose and warm.
    I drifted off to sleep, my mind laced with Dare.

seven

    L ight barely leaked into the room when I woke the next morning. I inhaled deeply, trying to get rid of the fuzz in my brain. Blinking a few times, I looked around. The curtains were drawn, which was strange because I always left them open, and the layout of the bedroom didn’t seem quite right.
    For a moment, I was certain I’d be doomed to a Parisian