What He Provokes by Hannah Ford

What He Provokes by Hannah Ford

Author:Hannah Ford [Ford, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Anthologies, Contemporary, New Adult & College, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Collections & Anthologies
Amazon: B018BJKTPC
Published: 2015-11-20T05:00:00+00:00


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He put me in red high heels.

He didn’t put anything on the bottom of me, nothing to cover the tiny strip of dental floss he was trying to pretend were panties, and when I tried to protest, his eyes burned and he pulled me to him, crushing his chest against mine, his lips silencing me with a kiss that let me know not to ask any more questions for fear of him making whatever wicked thing he had planned even worse.

There was a limo waiting outside, idling on the curb, and the city was muted. New York was the city that never slept for a reason – even now, at 3 am, you could hear the sound of car horns trilling over from Lexington and Park, could hear the rev of the engines from the taxis as they whizzed by, could feel the thrum of the city in your chest, could smell the flour coming from the bakery on the corner as they prepped for their morning customers. None of it was gone, but everything was softened, like the city was drowsy and dragging its feet.

I, on the other hand, was wired with anticipation and electricity from the trepidation of not knowing where I was going, and the excitement of being taken from my bed at three in the morning and made to dress in a sexy outfit, ready to serve Noah’s every desire.

His hand wrapped around mine as we slid into the backseat.

The leather seats were warm, the supple material like butter against the bare skin of my ass and the back of my thighs.

Seat warmers.

I shook my head. “You think of everything, Mr. Cutler.”

“I need you to be comfortable and safe at all times, Charlotte.”

I swallowed, silencing the warning bells that always went off whenever he said something like that. No matter how many times I tried to explain to him that unless he was going to be with me 24/7, he couldn’t keep me one hundred percent safe one hundred percent of the time, he wouldn’t listen.

But now was not the time to bring that up. We’d already been fighting about his need to control me, to keep me out of danger and safe. The last thing I wanted was to highlight that point of contention again.

So as the limo pulled smoothly onto the street and began working its way through the drowsy, dark, eerily beautiful streets of New York, I let Noah pour me a glass of champagne from a bottle that was chilling on ice.

I took a sip of the Dom Perignon, letting the sweetly tart liquid slide down my throat, warming my body from the inside out.

Noah took the glass from my hand and took a long swallow, then reached into the ice bucket and pulled out a piece of ice, slid it over my lips until they were shivery cold, then kissed me, the warmth of his kiss and the taste of the champagne on him combining to make me dizzy.

“You. Are.



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