“No!” she stops him, “It’s not you. I’ve got to go,” she pulls her arm from his grasp although what she really wants to do is fall into him and let them take her away.
She practically runs to the other side of the room and heads straight for the bar. She needs a drink to calm her nerves and shut the damn demons up. They cripple her whenever she is finally ready to rid herself of her inhibitions and be free. They rear up and grab her by the ankles just as she’s ready to soar and then yank her back and slam her down in defeat.
“Give me a shot of Jägermeister,” she tells the bartender. Elsie grabs the drink and throws it back, before he even has a chance to set it on the bar.
“Another one,” she hisses out between clenched teeth and a burning throat.
Slamming down the empty shot glass on the bar top, she lets out a whooshing breath. “Now I can deal with it.” She squares her shoulders as she feels the liquid courage seeping through her extremities, warming her and numbing her, making her feel invincible. But mostly it quiets those horrible voices that have been tormenting her since she was in her teens.
“So we’re an ‘it’?” The panty-melting, husky, voice rumbles from behind her.
Spinning around she practically shouts at John, “Jesus, Mountain Man, don’t come sneaking up on a person. That’s an excellent way of getting punched in the face.”
A smirk lifts the corner of his sinfully sculpted lips.
“Mountain Man?” he asks quirking an eyebrow at the nickname, before he continues, “And do you really think your fist could get anywhere near my face before I grabbed you and brought the part of your body I really want closer to me, my little Elsie?”
John searches Elsie’s face. She is like a wild stallion begging for the one to come and break her, the one who can reign in that passion and play with it, guide it, direct it, make it grow until it explodes in to a raging inferno igniting the spirit in her that is waiting to be free. And he knows that someone is him.
Yes, please take me, make me scream! Her thoughts beg for what her body desires.
“Mountain Man because you’re as big as one,” she manages to say as images of John taking her begin to fill her head, and God, how she wants to climb every inch of him.
John leans his head in, provocatively close to her ear, so close Elsie can feel his warm breath licking her skin.
“You can call me Sir, little one, but only if you feel that I deserve it. And you will, my pet, I promise you that.”
Everything in Elsie’s body springs to life, it pulses and throbs, heats and oozes, and no amount of Jägermeister could stop her body’s response. She wants to throw herself at his feet, wrap herself around him, and give herself to him completely because she knows he deserves it and so much more.
Wide-eyed, she looks into his eyes as everything within her says yes, but her mouth says, “I can’t.”
His expression doesn’t change, the disappointment isn’t visible on his face. No emotions. The only movement is his eyes as they roam from Elsie’s gaze, shielded behind her black vinyl mask, across the porcelain skin of her face, then down to gaze at the valley peeking out between the mounds of her breasts, that place where he wants to bury his face. He knows she’s lying. Her arousal is screaming at him in the way her chest is rising and falling with each labored breath. Her desire is as obvious as the black vinyl suit she has on.
Oh how she hates herself, hates the fact that she’s a prisoner trapped in her own body. No matter how much she wants to break free, the shackles are just too strong.
“Maybe not tonight, sweet Elsie, but you will. And soon.” His voice is so low and husky, she knew her body would have vibrated from it if she’d have been just a little bit closer. The mere idea of it makes her breath catch in her throat.
Pulling back he raises himself to his full height and smiles down at her.
“So, you didn’t answer me, Brian and I are ‘its’?” His expression is on the borderline of mocking, the thought of them being called ‘its’ is hysterical to him. They’ve been called a lot of things: dangerous, lethal, insatiable, but never ‘its’.
“No……yes……no. That’s not what I meant. And who gave you the right to eavesdrop on me anyway?”
“I did, Angel. We told you, you are our mission and everything that has to do with you, is our business now.”
She was shocked. Never before had Elsie been speechless but John Wolfe had succeeded in robbing her of her ability to speak. However the moment passed quickly. “No one has any rights over me, Mr. Wolfe, unless I give them. So you can take your male attitude and go play with somebody else.”
He laughs at her! He throws his head back and laughs a deep belly laugh that makes his whole body shake. She thoroughly enjoys watching the muscles under his tan skin roll with it. And she’s happy he’s laughing, because finally a man is not cowering at her demands and running scared. It’s about time she found a man that will stand up to her and demand she be a woman to his man. Not just any man…this man.
“Aw, Angel, I don’t mean to laugh. But tell me, Elsie,” and instantly his look becomes penetrating, “That this is not what you want. I don’t give a shit if you tell me you can’t. Tell me it’s not what you want. If you can honestly say that, I’ll leave and won’t bother you ever again.” He pauses looking into her eyes. “Never.”
He waits.
“Tell me Elsie…,” it is almost a whisper, more like a dare, barely audible over the thumping music.
She can’t bring
