Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

poles that outlined the long and curved
driveway made her blink and for one second she felt a dizzying sense of déjà
vu.
    “This is my house,” she whispered to
Danny.
    “No, this is your parent’s house.”
    His hand was hard, it clamped down on her
upper arm and she found herself moving toward the front door. Her heart beat in
trepidation and anger, her face felt like it had grown too tight for the bones
beneath it.
    “I can’t go in there!” she hissed.
    “Yes, you can.”
    She staggered up the long steps, her
heels clattering on the marble and then Danny was announcing his name to a
butler with an impassive face. He was not one she had ever seen before and he
apparently had never seen her either because he did not stop her.
    They followed the sounds of noise and
laughter to a brightly lit room where glittering lights blazed down on people
in expensive gowns and suits. Discreet catering staff mingled with trays of
canapés and tall flutes of champagne, Danny told her to take a glass but not to
eat anything.
    “Do you think this is Hades and we will
be stuck here forever?” She asked a trifle nastily.
    Danny’s lips quirked in a grin he hastily
hid. “I like your spirit. But I do not want to see you get sick.”
    “Why would I do that?”
    “We are about to talk to your parents.”
    Horror froze her feet but he pulled her
forward. Her breath escaped her in a small moan and her mouth was suddenly
arid. Her father appeared and she had to blink, his red hair, a much more
brassy shade then her own, had been weaved through with gray in the year since
she had seen him. His jowls had sagged even further and the signs of
dissolution were even more marked. Her mother, on the other hand, had not one
line on the porcelain skin of her neck and face. Her blonde hair, artfully
arranged, showed the glossy maintenance that only the most expensive salons
could impart and her gown showed a figure that was still lean and stunning.
Meghan knew her own thinness was due to the near starvation she endured, her
mother’s was due to the surgeon’s skill and to two hours that were spent in the
gym every single day.
    Gregory stood to one side of his parents;
the wide toothy smile that had gotten him through his life still in place but
Meghan knew just how often he had practiced that smile, and just how false it
was. He had loved to beat her when they were kids, kicking her and hitting her
with his fists when she was sick and he had to stay indoors rather than go out
on the sailboat with their parents. She had told him once that they had left
him, not because they were afraid he was sick too, but because they didn’t want
him around anymore than they wanted her. He had broken a rib that day and told
their parents that she had done it falling out of a tree. She had been grounded
for the entire school year.
    She felt the same helpless fear she
always felt around the trio but Danny’s fingers stroked along her arm and he
whispered, “I love the way you look tonight. I might have to have someone paint
you,” and fear disappeared, replaced by a hot and unquenchable lust.
    “Meghan?” Gloria Lowry’s face registered
the same displeasure at the sight of her daughter that it always had, “What are
you doing here?”
    “Maybe she has come to rob us.” Gregory
joked.
    All across the room heads turned and
voices were dropped to whispers. Meghan felt her face flaming red.
    “Thieves do seem to be bred, don’t they?”
Danny asked casually. “Perhaps that would explain why it is that you,” he
addressed that to Tom, her father, “looted her inheritance and then claimed to
have used it to pay restitution.”
    “I beg your pardon!” Gregory exclaimed.
“How dare you come in here and accuse my father of wrongdoing!”
    “I have no issue accusing him of that
because it is true. I checked into it, not one cent has been paid in
restitution and yet her trust was broken nearly six months ago. I am sure that
some of these people here