Sarah’s Billionaire Doms by Angelique Voisen Read Free Book Online Page A

have his way with her. The thought didn’t frighten her like she expected. Instead, it sent an electric current down her spine. She tingled with excitement.
    Sarah always possessed an overactive imagination that took her to dark places, even before meeting Michael. A few submissives she knew sought that. Suspended time where they surrendered complete control of their bodies to someone they trusted, confident their Doms would catch them whenever they fell. Meeting Michael reduced those dreams to ashes, but Damon and Jared made the notion a possibility again.
    Before she knew it, Jared swept her off her feet and placed her on the passenger seat. Somehow, he had a blanket there and bundled her in the thick cotton fabric. Damon and Jared returned to their seats.
    “Don’t you owe me a kiss, Sarah?” Damon asked, poking his head between the seats to peer at her. “You’ve given one to my brother.”
    “That’s childish,” Sarah said without thinking. She bit her lip, but Damon didn’t seem mad. He only patiently waited for her, and she couldn’t help but notice that in this light, his eyes appeared a shade darker. Black as night, but she knew Damon wouldn’t hurt her.
    She shivered. A wolfish grin appeared on his lips.  Even in a suit, he looked a little rough on the edges. Possessed a flair of wildness, but underneath his steel he could be gentle, too. When their noses nearly touched, Damon flicked the hoodie off her head to clasp the back of her neck, taking control.
    He slammed his lips over hers, the bristles of his slight stubble rubbing against her skin. The overwhelming taste of him mixed with Jared’s, making the combination potent. Heady. Underneath her clothes, her tits hardened. If Damon slid his hand down her skinny jeans, he’d feel a wetness gathering there.
    He nipped at her bottom lip, held it captive with his teeth before biting down and drawing blood. She moaned into his mouth. Felt one large hand tugging the zipper of her hoodie, the motion agonizingly slow. Damon squeezed one of her tits through her thin shirt, the sudden jolt awakening all of her senses. She panted when he released her.
    Sarah looked at him, lost, wanting, needing more instructions. She needed him to take the lead because she was certain whatever inner battle she’d waged inside herself, she’d lost. Damon’s expression softened, as if he knew the effect of the spell he cast. He brushed his scarred knuckles over her left cheek, the contrast of his rough skin against her softness a delight. Damon’s gaze remained locked with hers.
    “Oh, sweetheart, the effect you have on me. You make me fucking lose my mind when you look at me like that,” he said hoarsely. He caught her chin between forefinger and thumb, expression intense, searching.
    “How am I looking at you?” Sarah whispered, playing the game.
    “Like a lost little sub, needing someone to put a leash on her and take her back home.” As Damon spoke, his hand swept down her chin. He stroked the chords of her neck, finally settling on the spot connecting her shoulder and neck, where a collar could be buckled shut. She shivered.
    “We need to take her somewhere warm, Damon, or else she’s going to catch a cold,” Jared reminded Damon.
    Damon let her go. Sarah saw his concerned look, and to her chagrin, she sniffled.
    “I’m not a child.”
    Jared twisted in his seat and raised one eyebrow at her. “Grumpy sub, how cute. I’ll let you off for being bratty this time on account of looking like a drenched kitten.”
    Damon started the engine and glanced back at her in the side mirror. “Where to? Bobby and James’ apartment?” 
    “You’re offering me a choice?” Sarah asked in a small voice.
    Sarah tightly clutched at the blanket. If she went back home, Bobby and James would probably fuss over her. Tuck her in bed, before retiring to their room. She would lie awake, hearing Bobby and James making love through the thin walls, thinking of what she had passed