Dominated: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 4) Read Online Free

give that to her, God help him, no matter what she’d been accused of in the past. She was ripe for the kind of night he hadn’t had in far too long. It would be easy to convince her to step over to the other side of the game. By the time he’d bound her to that four-poster in the corner and used his mouth to show her how generously he rewarded his pussy for her trust, she would never go back.
    How he was supposed to keep his mind on the job with that kind of temptation thickening his cock to the point of pain, Frank had no idea.
    “Fine,” she snapped, “if you’re just going to stand there, then—”
    “Will you listen for a second?” he asked, reaching for her.
    She answered him with a vicious kick with one of the lethal weapons she was passing off as shoes.
    “These are going to throw off your spinal alignment,” Frank said, catching her slender ankles in his hand, noticing as he did that her feet were indeed lovely. If he were the foot fetish type he would be totally enthralled. “Not to mention give you lower back pain.”
    “I’m going to give you lower ball pain!” She lashed out with her other foot, managing to hit her target before her upper body crashed to the floor.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Frank
    Frank groaned and clutched at his aching balls, but held tight to her ankle with his other hand. “You really are insane.”
    Despite the agony that radiated through his crotch, he had to give the woman credit. Not only had she surprised him, she had taken a major fall to deliver that kick. And she was still flailing about, kicking like mad.
    “Stop it,” he grunted. “I’m not your stalker. I work for the queen and I’m here to help you.”
    “The queen?” she asked, paling visibly as she stilled.
    “Yes.”
    “She’s the one who’s been sending the letters?”
    “Of course not.” Frank released her ankle, but not without a hint of reluctance. He liked touching this woman, liked it far too much.
    “Right,” she muttered. “Why would she go to the trouble of stalking me when she could just have me killed while I sleep?”
    “How’s your arm?” He reached toward her, ignoring her last comment. Whatever quarrel she had with the queen, he was staying out of it. No good ever came from meddling in women’s arguments.
    “Don’t touch me,” she said, shying away. “I don’t need your help, if that’s really why you’re here. I don’t need her help either, and you can tell her that.”
    “The queen is concerned for your safety. The man who has been threatening you will be coming here tonight. You would be wise to accept her help.”
    “Why does everything you say make me feel like a kid who doesn’t know what’s best for me?” she asked, her face telegraphing loud and clear that the more burning question was—why did she like it so much?
    “I’m not trying to make you feel like a child, I’m trying to convince you to see sense and let me help you. We both know you’re not a child, Eleanor.” He met her eyes and a shiver of recognition passed between them, thickening his cock and making her nipples visible through the leather she wore.
    Damn, he wanted to tug on that thing until her full breasts spilled from the top, wanted to cup her in his hands and tease her already tightened tips with his tongue. He wanted to make her beg him to fuck her, and then he wanted to lick her, suck her, bite her until she begged for more.
    Every cell in his body was cursing his lack of theatrical skills. If he’d been a better actor, maybe his earlier attempt at seduction would have worked and they would be in bed right now, waiting for the sicko to show up.
    He could stake out the room as well from the bed as anywhere else, and he was the type of man who would do anything to get the job done. He’d crawled through uninhabitable wastelands and fought enemy armies when there seemed to be no chance at victory. If he had to take one for the crown by taking this woman to his bed…well, it was a sacrifice