Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) Read Online Free PDF

her eyes, covering them up with her arm.
    “ Ughhh, what was that for?” she whined softly.
    “ Sorry sweetheart,” Damien replied. “Couldn’t be helped. I’ve got to make sure you’re okay.”
    Krista blinked her eyes a few times and realized she could see. She could see him, her mystery man. All she had to do was look up. Suddenly, she didn’t want to. Was it weird that she was afraid? Once she looked up and saw who he was, everything would become real. She would never be able to pretend that she was normal, never pretend that she had ordinary everyday urges. It was dark territory she’d explored with him and somehow, knowing his identity would change everything. In the end curiosity won out and she dared to glance when he sat her gently on the floor.
    “ It can’t be you,” Krista exclaimed with a surprised gasp, dripping with disbelief.
    Damien’s clenched his jaw in frustration. She sounded disappointed. Maybe her friend had been wrong. He faced up to the fact that the last two days had made him want her even more. No woman had ever called to him more and the thought of not being with her was infuriating.
    “ Sorry princess,” he said, trying to be casual. “You were expecting someone else?”
    Krista frowned, thinking about everything that had happened. It truly did not seem possible and she could think of several reasons why.
    “ One,” Krista said, counting the reasons off on her fingers, “I’ve been coming here for over a year and you have barely ever looked at me. Two, I never told you my name, and three, the knife has an ‘L’ on it.”
    As Krista started listing all the reasons why it couldn’t or shouldn’t be him, Damien tried to check his frustration. None of this was her fault and she hadn’t done anything to deserve what he had done to her for the last few days. Granted, he’d made it good for her, but the fact of the matter was that she wasn’t into him and hadn’t been willing, despite her friend’s assurances.
    If nothing else, he at least owed her an explanation. “One, I don’t look at you, because it sucks tending bar with a hard on. Two, your friend, Hannah, told me your name and three, my name is Lance. That’s why there’s an L on the knife. My middle name is Damien.”
    Krista laughed. It might have been because she was semi-hysterical, or maybe because she couldn’t get over how lucky she was. Damien was the hottest guy she had ever seen and here he was justifying himself for why he was her secret admirer. Was that the right word? Admirer, stalker, sex god? She wasn’t sure which was right. Maybe all of them.
    When she started laughing at him, Damien lost it. He reached out and pulled her forcefully against his body. He grabbed her hair and pulled hard enough to wrench her head back so he could see her eyes. There was apprehension there, but he saw desire too. Maybe he could salvage this. He kissed her roughly on the mouth, forcing his tongue into her mouth, exploring it, claiming it. He rubbed his once again hardening dick against her pelvis. Maybe if he could convince her they had chemistry, she would give him a chance.
    Krista was stunned. Why was he so angry? She abandoned trying to think when he kissed her. It was a lost cause anyway. He kissed her so hard her lips were going to be bruised. Winding her hands into his hair, she kissed him back, not caring that she stood there wearing half a pair of pants and nothing else. Just as suddenly as it started, it was over and he was halfway across the room.
    Damien ran a hand through his hair and took a few calming breaths. He had to get his priorities in order and stop thinking with his dick. Unfortunately, it was rock hard and making a good case for taking her with the lights on, showing her how great it could be, proving to her that he wasn’t the monster he’d made himself out to be. Of course, taking her with the lights on might just prove he was that monster. He wasn’t usually, but there was something