KINK
Stranger, Book 3
N.M. CATALANO
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Kink
Copyrighted © by N.M. Catalano
Digital release: June, 2015
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, organizations is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN: 1514238551
ISBN-13: 978-1514238554
“While they all fall in love with her smile she waits for one who will fall in love with her scars.”
The Dreamers
DEDICATION
This one is for all of you who started this journey with me and all of these wonderful characters from STRANGER: YOU, the readers. THANK YOU for making every day so great.
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A special shout out to Amy, I love ya girl.
Sharlene, thanks so much for helping me and all you do.
Michelle, thanks for always having that take charge, kick ass way.
June, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you being so pleasant to work with.
Angelique, what an absolute joy it is to have found you.
CHAPTER 1 “You could have rolled your eyes, told me to go to hell. Could have walked away, but you’re still here, and I’m still here. Come on, let’s see where it goes. I don’t wanna steal your freedom, I don’t wanna change your mind. I don’t have to make you love me. I just wanna take your time.” Lyrics “Take Your Time by Sam Hunt
The room has been transformed into an eerie womb of decadence and debauchery. The bodies that fill the space fall mostly within two categories: elegant or beautiful, or if they were lucky both. It is almost surreal with hints of the macabre and elements of elegance. Everyone and everything is swathed in black and gold standing on a fine line between getting spooked and seduced with the atmosphere.
Elsie is leaning against the wall while the bass pumps through her small body, the beat so intense you can almost see her breasts jiggling inside the vinyl black ‘Cat Woman’ bodysuit she’s wearing. She knows she looks pretty damn hot and by the looks she’s been getting, so do others. The Halloween party at the Wilmington Hilton Riverside, that UE Movie Studios was throwing tonight is a huge success. Anybody that’s somebody is here including her best friend Elizabeth’s boyfriend, Marco Kastanopoulis, apparently he’s the newest “It Boy” in town. The poor guy is stuck working tonight, talking to all of the boring old stiff-shirts. Apparently being somewhat famous is not all it’s cracked up to be. For the moment he’s managed to break away from his watchdog, She-Devil Liana, and his sidekick, a Pretty Boy, to get some much needed alone time with Elizabeth. Which is why Elsie is suddenly alone.
Leaning up against the wall with one foot propped up, Elsie strikes an exact replica of the famous Cat Woman pose. Out of the corner of her eye, Elsie sees John Wolfe walking towards her. He should have been named John Bear, the man is huge and formidable at first glance. She turns into a blithering oozing pile of female hormones every time he comes within a hundred feet of her. Tonight he’s shirtless, his long midnight black hair loose and grazing those massive shoulders, and just the sight of him was completely killing her. The muscles in the delicious torso of his ripple with every move he makes. He’s dressed in Indian style fringe pants and moccasins, with a leather band tied around one of his bulging biceps. On his other arm is a tribal tattoo, which covers his shoulder and comes mid-way down the upper part of his arm ending in a band with symbolic designs running through it. The tattoo also continues down to his shoulder blade onto his back leading to a breathtaking image of a bear. On his upper chest is a tattoo with a pair of wings surrounding the Sacred Heart of Jesus and a star graces his other shoulder. The man doesn’t walk, he stalks, everything about him screams predator and he exudes an I’m-gonna-take-whatever-I-want-so-get-ready kind of arrogance. The very thought of it makes Elsie’s drool. How she would love to be his prey, hunted and stalked by him until he took her, devouring her, leaving her completely breathless. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she realized the outfit she’s wearing doesn’t leave room for any unnecessary moisture.
A glance in the other direction alerts her that Brian Daniels is headed her way as well. Brian’s dressed in his military camouflage pants and his government-issued green tee shirt that fits like his own skin. The perfection of his long and lean physique is well-defined underneath the cotton fabric. He falls at the other end of the spectrum from John’s dark intensity. Brian is a drop-dead good looking blonde with blue eyes and a disarmingly sweet smile, all packaged in six feet laid back elegance and male perfection. He radiates relaxed confidence as if it were as much a natural part of him as the color of his eyes and the sound of his voice. Those two men together could be lethal and she knows she’s in trouble, the simple act of speech will be nearly impossible with them both.
“Hi Elsie,” John’s deep, melted-caramel, voice envelopes Elsie, making her temperature rise and
