Purr Scent I: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio, #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her locks near their roots, he tilted her up for a sensuous yet demanding kiss.
    What would it feel like for him to eat her? Was she losing her mind? Sure, she had imagined being a Dream God's captive, but she hadn't ever really wanted it in real life. Fantasy was fantasy and should stay a fantasy. Right?
    Mariah broke off the kiss and squeezed her eyes shut. Her head started to spin. Fuck. Was she into...? She didn't even want to think the word. Fuck, was she into pain?
    “Eyes on me,” Clark said, his voice soft yet stern.
    She opened her eyes and saw the vigilant concern in his dark brown depths.
    “Where did you go?”
    Was she that readable? How long had he been scoping her out during all those quarterly meetings? Eight. They had only met eight times!
    She bit her lip. In his book, if she didn't answer him with “utter honesty,” then she would earn an infraction punishable by another slew of disciplinary pain. She felt spent, worn out, robbed of energy and will. She had little to no reserves left to put up a defense or go through another round of whatever disciplinary action he planned to dish out.
    With a thudding heart and trembling lips, she pulled in a deep breath and told him, “I'm...” She blinked her strained eyes and tried again. “I think I'm scared—scared that I'm a...a pain...”
    She blinked again, cursed the tear that spilled onto her cheek, and glared at him. “Slut. I'm a slut, okay? A pain slut!” A spark of anger reared its head and spurred her onward to blurt out, “That's what you wanted to hear, right? That's what you wanted to prove, didn't you?”

Chapter Four
    C lark tightened his jaw. What did he expect? That he could break through her defenses by having her break down like this? That he could woo Mariah by cuffing her to her desk and having her want him?
    Correction: she did want him—their feelings were mutual. Their bodies did not lie. He only acted upon the feelings for both of them, though, and clearly she was lashing out now. What convenient timing that she had lashed out now when his cock had just exited her opening.
    She was angry alright, but she was also hurting. The tears were proof of that.
    More tears spilled over her warm cheeks. Before she could wipe them away herself, he thumbed away one rivulet and licked the other trail. He capped it with a kiss to her temple and a nip to the ear that sent a pleasing shudder through her.
    “Mariah,” he murmured, worshipping her with a breathy kiss past her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. “You're precious.”
    She started sobbing, chest heaving against his. She pushed him away. “Let me go.”
    Clark straightened and looked into her watery sky blue eyes. Baby blue. Yes, Baby Mine. “Let me hold you until you feel whole again.”
    Without waiting for her response, he embraced her in a firm hug. Having her seated on his thighs, his nose came up to her chin and he grew heady breathing her scent. Tropical with a hint of lime.
    He felt every heave of her crumbling wall. Yes, he had accomplished his objective to fuck her brains out, but was it worth it? He knew she was strong, but would this make her stronger? Make them stronger? He was here after all, to help her build a different wall, perhaps one that held him in instead of one that left him out. He wanted this, he wanted “us”—a future together.
    As Mariah's sobs morphed to sniffles, Clark discarded the condom. Then he brought out a handkerchief to wipe her cheeks and her nose.
    She suddenly paused, eyes wide. “That's mine,” she whispered.
    “Yes,” he affirmed. “It fell from your pocket that first meeting. I took my time to pick up my files and swooped in to get it as soon as everyone left the boardroom.”
    The plain white handkerchief bore the monogram MJO which, according to the background check he ordered, stood for Mariah Janiece Olsen
    Her baby blues darted up to him. “Why?”
    “I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you—ever