Tease Me (Teased and Broken Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

it. His trembling arms came to rest by his sides.  
    I typed furiously:
    You are beautiful. But of course you know this . Why do you cover yourself up? If I had a body like yours, I would flaunt the thing 24/7! Actually I’d be so turned on by myself I would find myself infuriatingly distracting
    He snickered. “I’m not aroused by myself because that would be next level narcissism, and whilst I have an ego, it’s not ready for that jump.”
    Then he reclined in a black high-backed chair that meant business – his throne I assumed.
    I bit my lip, disappointed. Was the show over already?
    “I want to see you,” he breathed.  
    I sighed, annoyed that I couldn’t just speak to him directly. I engaged the microphone of the little Thornton show room, knowing it was against his instructions, but not really giving a fuck right now. “Thorn I would like that very much.”
    He jolted a little at the sound of my voice in wherever the hell he was, and blinked into the camera. “Then I will come and find you so you can tease me in the flesh.”
    I didn’t really believe him, so I humored him. “Sure. I should be down at the pier with my friend around midnight.”
    “Who is this friend to you?” His voice held an edge.
    I shivered. His jealousy and possessiveness had led to many a violent stoush splashing his furious brand of beauty all over the news. I always hated these traits in my men, and was extremely grateful that my Brett did not seem to possess these.  
    “Aaron is my gay literary agent,” I explained.  
    “You don’t write literature,” he smirked and reached down for a moment, then held up a book. It was from my best selling paranormal erotic romance series featuring extremely naughty witches and wizards who were up for a fuck at least every second chapter. I blushed.
    “You’ve read my stuff?” I was mortified and gratified all at once.
    He waved his hand a little. “I am truly sorry, Elena, I know this shit is not really for my audience. I tried, I really did. But you write in a way that is so blistering intense and quite insane actually – your energy distracts me from the story, I feel it reaching out to me from the pages, you don’t linger, you’re as subtle as a fucking tomahawk lodged between the eyes.”
    I gulped down the rest of my wine, glad he couldn’t see me. “That was very mean,” I said in a small voice.
    “Which is a surprise?” he sneered. “Besides, I am the fucking devil. One of Lucifer’s children, didn’t you know this already? I heard those motherfuckers are very mean.”
    I laughed at that.
    He did not.
    He set fire to my book.
    Jesus.
    I jumped back.
    He dropped it somewhere out of view, and the flames from it lit his dramatic face with shadows.  
    “I want you to write something for me,” he smiled.  
    “Well I need to finish the last book in the ser-”
    “I want you to write about us .”
    I licked my lips. “Us?”
    “Yes, this exact scenario. You teasing me.”
    “What is the genre?” I asked nervously.
    “Horror.” Thorn’s dark eyes flashed mischievously. A lightness and playfulness had come into his face that made my shoulders, bunched up somewhere near the tops of my ears, relax and slide down to normal resting yet high strung position again.
    “All right,” I agreed slowly. “But I saw it more of a romantic suspense myself.”
    He saluted me. “I will see you at the pier, and I am going to take you away with me.” He then threw his head back and released one of his dramatic bellows of rumbling laughter. The sound of it thrilled and chilled me all at once.
    “Sure,” I agreed. “You’ll just commandeer a boat to Ashby and see me.”
    “I am serious, Elena.” He looked straight into the camera. “If you don’t want me to take you away to the dark side, then you should stay away from that pier tonight.”
    “You’re beginning to freak me out, Thorn,” I admitted. “What has gotten into you?”
    “I already said it.