Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) by Julie Shelton Page A
Authors: Julie Shelton
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floundering to keep from sinking into those green depths.
Robbed of her ability to breathe, she watched him take her index finger into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it, licking off the cheesy goo and other bits of food, lingering on the satin smoothness of her nail. The heat and moisture of his mouth made her shiver. Her skin started tingling everywhere he touched her.
Jay knew exactly the effect he was having on her. Because it was exactly the same effect she was having on him. His cock was hard as iron, his heart beat was so erratic it felt like it was jumping all around in his chest, searching for a way out. He just grinned as he licked her second finger. “I take it you were hungry.”
You have no idea. She grimaced. “You must think I’m the worst person in the world.”
Nik Rostov’s hand stroked her upper arm. “No, malyutka , just low on options. Tell us what else he did to you.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” she finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity one second longer. “What does it mean, anyway?”
The big Russian chuckled, a sound that came rumbling up out of his cavernous chest, sending goose bumps rippling down her spine.
“It is a Russian endearment, roughly translated as ‘little one’.”
She just stared at him. “Seriously? You think I’m little?”
He grinned. “You are to me.”
She laughed. “Can’t argue with logic like that.”
Dr. McKay looked up from the pictures on her phone. “Tell us more about what brings you here to Club Risqué.”
“Bradford kept me prisoner inside his house for three weeks,” she confessed. “When I finally managed to escape four days ago, I literally had no place to go. He knew where I lived, he knew where I worked. I was terrified he would come after me. So I grabbed all my personal stuff, which wasn’t much, and left everything else behind. I closed out my bank account, which also wasn’t much, and hightailed it out of town. I needed to hang onto as much money as I could because I didn’t know how long I’d have to make it last. I needed at least enough to get me to a new place where I could start over. I discovered that I had accidentally picked up Perry’s invitation to this Open House and thought, okay, maybe I’ll just pop in, grab some food, and leave without anybody noticing.”
All three men laughed. Jay lifted his free hand to stroke her cheek. “Darlin’, you’re six feet tall and one of the most beautiful women we’ve ever seen. Ain’t no way in hell you’re not gonna get noticed, especially in a place like this. Every Dom in here is talkin’ about you, wonderin’ who the hell you are. And why you’re alone.”
“Where are you headed, Charlotte?” Nik asked, her name sounding foreign and exotic on his tongue.
“Charleston, West Virginia. I have an audition Saturday morning at nine. Figured I’d get there a couple of days early and look for a job.”
“You’re a musician?” Lucas asked.
“Singer. Country, mostly.” She shrugged. “Some rock.”
Nik and Jay exchanged glances, but neither man said anything.
Lucas finished his examination of the cuts on her breasts. “Okay, sweetie,” he said. “I need you to stand up so I can check the welts on your bottom.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”
Nik pushed her up off his lap and stood up right behind her as she staggered a bit stiffly. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, he steadied her, turning her around so Lucas could see her ass. Reaching back, she lifted her skirt, holding it up out of the way while Nik stepped into her and put his arms around her. Lucas applied dabs of cream to a couple of locations. “Do you have any other injuries?” he asked, re-capping the cream.
Her hesitation told him the answer to that.
“Please let me see them, Charlotte.”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
“I think I’m a better judge of that than you are, sweetie. I need to look at
Robbed of her ability to breathe, she watched him take her index finger into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it, licking off the cheesy goo and other bits of food, lingering on the satin smoothness of her nail. The heat and moisture of his mouth made her shiver. Her skin started tingling everywhere he touched her.
Jay knew exactly the effect he was having on her. Because it was exactly the same effect she was having on him. His cock was hard as iron, his heart beat was so erratic it felt like it was jumping all around in his chest, searching for a way out. He just grinned as he licked her second finger. “I take it you were hungry.”
You have no idea. She grimaced. “You must think I’m the worst person in the world.”
Nik Rostov’s hand stroked her upper arm. “No, malyutka , just low on options. Tell us what else he did to you.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” she finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity one second longer. “What does it mean, anyway?”
The big Russian chuckled, a sound that came rumbling up out of his cavernous chest, sending goose bumps rippling down her spine.
“It is a Russian endearment, roughly translated as ‘little one’.”
She just stared at him. “Seriously? You think I’m little?”
He grinned. “You are to me.”
She laughed. “Can’t argue with logic like that.”
Dr. McKay looked up from the pictures on her phone. “Tell us more about what brings you here to Club Risqué.”
“Bradford kept me prisoner inside his house for three weeks,” she confessed. “When I finally managed to escape four days ago, I literally had no place to go. He knew where I lived, he knew where I worked. I was terrified he would come after me. So I grabbed all my personal stuff, which wasn’t much, and left everything else behind. I closed out my bank account, which also wasn’t much, and hightailed it out of town. I needed to hang onto as much money as I could because I didn’t know how long I’d have to make it last. I needed at least enough to get me to a new place where I could start over. I discovered that I had accidentally picked up Perry’s invitation to this Open House and thought, okay, maybe I’ll just pop in, grab some food, and leave without anybody noticing.”
All three men laughed. Jay lifted his free hand to stroke her cheek. “Darlin’, you’re six feet tall and one of the most beautiful women we’ve ever seen. Ain’t no way in hell you’re not gonna get noticed, especially in a place like this. Every Dom in here is talkin’ about you, wonderin’ who the hell you are. And why you’re alone.”
“Where are you headed, Charlotte?” Nik asked, her name sounding foreign and exotic on his tongue.
“Charleston, West Virginia. I have an audition Saturday morning at nine. Figured I’d get there a couple of days early and look for a job.”
“You’re a musician?” Lucas asked.
“Singer. Country, mostly.” She shrugged. “Some rock.”
Nik and Jay exchanged glances, but neither man said anything.
Lucas finished his examination of the cuts on her breasts. “Okay, sweetie,” he said. “I need you to stand up so I can check the welts on your bottom.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”
Nik pushed her up off his lap and stood up right behind her as she staggered a bit stiffly. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, he steadied her, turning her around so Lucas could see her ass. Reaching back, she lifted her skirt, holding it up out of the way while Nik stepped into her and put his arms around her. Lucas applied dabs of cream to a couple of locations. “Do you have any other injuries?” he asked, re-capping the cream.
Her hesitation told him the answer to that.
“Please let me see them, Charlotte.”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
“I think I’m a better judge of that than you are, sweetie. I need to look at