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By Annmarie McKenna
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Chapter One"Going somewhere?" A deep, amused voice rumbled from behind her.
Brianna spun around, a guilty flush staining her cheeks. Cole Masters lounged in the doorway. The door she hadn't heard open. His feet were crossed at the ankle, his arms across his chest. A lock of hair had fallen across his eye, and she itched to brush it away. A mischievous grin played at his incredibly sexy mouth. He could have been the model for the "David".
Brianna licked her suddenly dry lips. Cole's face tightened and took on a look of what she could only describe as hunger.
"Why are you here?" He was blunt, if nothing else. He shoved his body off the doorframe and stalked towards her.
How much should she tell him?
"Why would a beautiful, young woman bow down to a crazy man?" He held up his hand just as she opened her mouth. "He is crazy, Bri. No sane man would whore his daughter for the sake of an heir."
She gulped as he drew closer to her body, his hips swaggering, drawing her eyes to that very yummy region of his body. He'd used the exact word she had in describing her situation. Whore.
She straightened, determined that he would not see her as a cowering little girl who did everything her father told her to do. She'd never done so before, mostly because he'd never asked anything of her, and she wasn't going to start now. Somehow, she'd find a way to protect Scott and get out of this ridiculous arrangement.
And besides, she could give as well as he could. "Why are you doing this?"
Cole snorted, startling her, and shrugged carelessly. "I can't even begin to imagine why. I was ready to throw your old man out the door when I saw you struggling behind him. Now you've piqued my interest, and to be honest, there's something about you that I can't resist."
He leaned in close to her face, and whispered, "You want me."
"I do not." The lie sounded pathetic, even to her.
He squashed her lips with a lean forefinger and nodded. "Yes, you do. I could read it in you the minute I laid eyes on you. You just don't know it yet."
Didn't she? Hadn't she had dreams of being tied up and screaming with pleasure as a man took her? This man.
Brianna swallowed. He sounded so tender, not demanding the way her father did. He began to slowly circle her, his arm never breaking contact with her body. She shivered in response as he grazed along her back and shoulder blades, then to her front where he passed by her breasts. Her nipples stood at attention, straining against the fabric of her bra and T-shirt.
Cole leaned back and stared at his handiwork.
Instinct kicked in and Brianna crossed her arms over herself to cover her body's reaction to his simple touch.
"Never." Cole reached out and grasped her hands, tugging gently to dislodge her arms. "Never cover yourself with me." His gravelly voice demanded obedience, but it hadn't even raised an octave. Brianna found herself wanting to obey anything he asked.
"Were you running away?"
The change of subject shocked her, dispelling the intimate sizzle she had just experienced as quickly as it had come. She blinked herself back to reality.
"Answer me, Bri." His fingers caressed her arm from elbow to wrist and back again.
Her eyes popped, her hands fisted. Lifting her chin, she finally answered. "Yes, I was running." How could she possibly stay here? Scottie. For Scottie, she would have to find a way. She would not let her father send him to an institution. Again she thought of simply asking Cole to help.
"By jumping out the window?" He shrugged as if the whole idea was crazy and stepped closer, his sweet breath tickling her nose. "Seems kind of dangerous to me."
"Yeah, well, I can't imagine you, of all people, would want to have anything to do with sharing your sperm with me so that my father can have an heir."
Cole's eyebrow lifted. "Me, of all people?"
"Yes you. You know, you, being so rich and good looking. You could have anyone. And probably have," she said under her breath.
He grinned. An honest to goodness, very boyish grin. Brianna slurped the drool back into her mouth.
"You think I'm good looking?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Save me from male egos." She stepped away from him, only to have him advance on her again.
"Do not back away from me, Bri."
There was that sensual, implacable voice again. She closed her eyes, savoring it, nearly moaning at the gush of cream that flooded her crotch.
His mouth tickled at her ear. "I can smell your arousal, Bri. I know how turned on you are by me. By the thought of us together."
He pressed into her, effectively trapping her between the wall at her back and his delectable body. His cock was hard against her much softer belly. She groaned and dropped her head to his chest, unable to break the spell he was casting on her.
"I know why your father brought you here. What I can't understand is why you, an adult woman, would come willingly. Or is it just that you thought you could get a piece of me?"
The air hissed through her lungs when she sucked in a breath. "Do you want the truth?"
"No, I like it when my blackmailers lie to me." The sarcasm dripped from his perfect lips. Perfect lips that were just inches from her own. Lips that pressed against hers, asking for more, the tip of his tongue rubbing along the seam of her mouth.
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