Lover Enslaved: Thieves of Aurion, Book 1 Read Online Free

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    Dash’s lust exploded. Impatient with his shirt, he yanked. Hard. The buttons popped free and bounced along the wood floor with a plink-plink-plink . Mara turned, her wide-eyed stare tracking the rolling path of the buttons.
    Dropping his ripped shirt, he advanced, kicking off his dress shoes before unbuttoning his trousers with shaking fingers. He was too far gone, too primed, to take things slow. Three weeks without sex—what the hell had he been thinking?
    “Dash?”
    The uncertainty wobbling her voice knifed through his single-minded focus…slightly. He forced a strained grin. “Perhaps you’d best remove your own clothing.”
    She blinked before releasing a slow breath. “Okay.”
    Her hand snaked towards the miniskirt’s waistband. The sex-starved beast in him snapped its leash. Plowing his hands through Mara’s hair, he claimed her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.
    The taste of her inflamed his senses. He untangled one hand from her hair and cupped her breast, growling in frustration when his fingers met leather rather than soft skin. She gasped and tumbled sideways, taking him with her. They knocked into the post, rattling the handcuffs. Before he regained his balance, she grabbed his wrist and secured it inside the dangling cuff. Not the way he’d expected things to roll, but it might prove interesting.
    Leaving him slumped on the bed, she ducked to the floor. He watched her wiggling rear end and groaned. “ Sher ’ tian , you’re killing me.”
    She fumbled through her bag before returning to him. The hem of her miniskirt rasped against his thighs and he reached for her with his free hand. Ignoring him, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap. Lust hazed his vision. He lowered his head towards her breasts, fully intent on ripping her bustier open with his teeth if need be.
    Cold metal locked around his neck with an ominous clank. The sound—along with the chill biting into his flesh—managed to edge past the fog clouding his brain. Disoriented, he glanced down. Purple lights flashed across the base of the bizarre collar encircling his neck.
    Mara pushed off his lap and he frowned up at her.
    “What is this?”
    A strange expression crossed her face—one bordering on pity. He didn’t like it at all. “Mara?”
    “I’m sorry…truly. Please, just don’t make any sudden—”
    Agitated, he lurched at her. An electrical shock zinged his neck. “ Son of a bitch ,” he roared, jerking back.
    Mara winced before finishing her sentence. “—movements.”
     
    Mara listened to the sharp breaths whistling from Dash’s nose. Guilt tore at her chest sharper than an emaris hawk’s talon. Damn it, she’d warned Nalia the collar needed tweaking. But without someone wearing the device, she couldn’t prove it. And go figure, no one volunteered to test it out.
    She dug in the bag for the remote controller device. Locating the mode button, she depressed it several times. “Okay, this should do it. Try moving towards me.”
    Dash’s glare threatened to rip right through her. “Got a better idea. Take this damn thing off me.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Babe, whatever kink you’ve got in mind…it’s not my bag.” Moving with exaggerated caution, Dash settled on the bed’s edge. The mattress creaked beneath his weight. “Go find yourself a Vorhian. I hear they’re into pain.”
    He thought the collar was some kind of weird sex toy. Who thinks like that? She looked up at the individual mirrored tiles imbedded in the canopy’s overhead frame. Okay, that was a dumb question.
    “Now’s probably a good time to clear something up.” She took a deep breath and expelled it in a slow fizzle. “I’m not here for sex.”
    Dash’s watchful golden eyes narrowed to slits. A wary stillness washed over him. “No?”
    She shook her head.
    “Mind telling me why the hell you are here then?”
    No point beating around the bush. “To fetch you.”
    “What am I—a damn stick?” The muscles in his