Amarinda Jones Pushing Fate (pdf)

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the morass she had been trapped in. I will never be yours.
You have no choice. I will control you as I control Durant and others. Ascanius
smiled tightly at her. So, my dear, neither you nor he will ever truly escape me. For now
I ll let your lover win oh, that s right you allow no one to love you. He laughed
maliciously. See how easy it will be for me to win? I know everything about you,
Ainslie. You will be mine. I ll fuck you until you have no will of your own.
*
Ascanius knew that she was slipping from his grasp. He had not expected the sudden
bond between Balfour and the woman to be so strong. Sex was a bond that was damn
near impossible to break. It was annoying for he knew, though powerful, the woman on
her own would be easy to break. There was a depth of self-loathing within her that he
felt, and he knew he could manipulate her to his own purposes. As she disappeared,
Ascanius knew he would have to kill Balfour to have the woman.
What is one more body in the scheme of things?
*
Ainslie gave in to the surge of power she felt and drifted out of the dream. It had
been amazingly easy when she allowed herself to give in. She woke up to find herself
passionately kissing Ramsay. She gasped as she broke off the kiss breathlessly.
What happened? Ainslie licked her lips and looked at him in wonder. Had he given
her the power to free herself? How was that possible? Was it just some weird fluke?
I m not sure. Ramsay still held her cradled in his arms. You wouldn t wake up.
So you kissed me? It was the last thing she would have considered as a remedy,
but seemingly it worked. She was damn grateful but also slightly embarrassed. It was
hard to remain cool and distant with someone when his kisses had the ability not only to
empower you, but to turn you on. She was wet and needy just from a kiss.
I thought it would get your attention. Ramsay grinned at her. What do you
remember?
Ainslie clutched at his shoulders, reluctant just yet to break the peace she felt in his
arms. What is happening to me? I don t want to get involved with him but I can t let
Ramsay go. Um, it was Ascanius, the necromancer. She shivered as she remembered
his words See how easy it will be for me to win? You will be mine.
Ramsay stroked her back comfortingly. He came to you in your dream?
He pulled me into the dream. The fact that he could do that so easily scared her.
That s never happened before. Ainslie never got more involved in her dreams than she
had to. To be thrown into the middle of one was terrifying. He believes he can
manipulate me for his own purposes and I m scared stiff he s right.
Darlin , I will protect you. Ramsay s words had the sound of a promise.
As much as Ainslie wanted to believe him, she knew it was not an option she could
pin her hopes on. However, leaning on Ramsay at that moment felt good. I was
frightened. She was not ashamed to admit that. Ascanius had come close to literally
scaring the life out of her. I ve never been in anything like that. I don t know what I
would ve done without you.
I d do anything for you. Ramsay kissed her cheek softly.
He actually sounded like he meant it too. You barely know me. Okay, yes, we ve
had sex, but that doesn t mean
It means everything and we both know it.
Ainslie wondered what he really wanted from her. Experience had taught her that
people rarely did anything nice without a reason, and sex alone did not make a
relationship.
It s not about the length of time you know someone that counts, is it?
Well, no, Ainslie agreed reluctantly. Time was fluid and ongoing; it didn t matter
in the scheme of most things. But whatever this was between her and Ramsay was not
something she would consider most things. She stiffened suddenly in shock as she felt
his hand still on the small of her back. Let go. She knew he had to have felt the scars
through the fabric of her top. Why had she allowed herself to be lulled into forgetting
those?
Darlin ? Ramsay looked at her in concern as he moved his hand up her back.
Ainslie tried to wriggle free from his hold. Don t look, she pleaded as he twisted
around and lifted up the edge of her top.
*
The pink, mottled skin Ramsay saw surprised him for only a moment. So that was
what he felt under the flannelette. At first he thought it was the lacy swirls of some filmy
piece of lingerie and he had been anticipating what Ainslie looked like it in. While naked
was excellent, imagining Ainslie in frilly lingerie was a huge turn-on. But this was no [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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