His Taste (By His Command #7) (billionaire domination / erotic romance) (9 page)

“
Not here,” I said.  “Not with all these people around.”

Kellen moved at me.  His lips were a centimeter away when I turned my head.  His lips and tongue touched my cheek.  I cringed and again wanted to scream.  I didn’t but my body still needed to seek release.  So I groaned.  Not the right sound to make right then.

“
He’s not coming for you,” Kellen said.  “Because he’s busy, isn’t he?  If he loved you so much he wouldn’t let you out of his sight.  I know I won’t.”

“
Kellen, stop,” I said.  

I pushed at his chest and he laughed.  He had a size advantage over me but Jonathan had the ultimate size advantage.  The only problem was that Jonathan needed to be there.

“
We’re going to fly far away.”

Kellen touched my hair and backed up, pushing my chair out of the way.  I pulled my wrist and broke away from him.  He stood there, inches away from me, his eyes dazed and spinning.  He didn’t see me.  He didn’t see Isabella Grace.  He saw the woman Jonathan Black stole from him.  

“
I’ll be back,” I said.  

“
Come with me now,” he said.  “He won’t take you again... you can still be Isabella... I’ll only imagine you as Katherine in my head.”

Kellen smiled a sickening smile.

Jonathan should have been there by now and he wasn’t.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

“
She came back,” Kellen said.  “I knew she would.  And I saw her... and her heart is still lost... but I found a new one...”

She came back?

I turned and saw the doors to the restaurant.  Beyond them were the elevators.  Beyond them was the hotel room.

“
Jonathan,” I whispered.

My feet were moving and I expected Kellen to grab my hair or try something insane.  

He didn’t.

He called out to me though...
“I’ll wait for you too, Isabella...”
 

I shivered and plowed through the doors and dove at the elevator.  I pressed the button over and over, even though it was already lit up.

Nothing could get me to the room faster.

My heart raced as it sank.  My nerves pinched.

Nothing made much sense but I knew one thing... if Jonathan Black said he was going to be somewhere, he’d be there.

His absence told me one thing.  

Jonathan was in trouble.

-11-

I found the door open.  

I touched the door handle and whimpered.

I opened the door and the room was mostly dark.  The curtains were open and a soft light came from the kitchen.  It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust before I saw the silhouette of someone sitting in a chair in front of the window.  

“
Mr. Black?” I asked.  

No response.

“
Jonathan?”

My hand shook as I reached for the light switch.  The lights came on and I scanned the hotel room.  Everything looked normal with the exception of the person in the chair.  

It wasn’t Jonathan Black.

The person had tall hair... almost like...

“
Hello, Isabella Grace,” a voice said.

...a woman...

I gasped.

The woman stood from the chair, her sultry frame coming to life thanks to the dress she wore.  It was a red dress hugging the woman’s body.  The way the dress touched her and the way it looked against the light, I knew it.  It was the red dress I wore when I had my
first date
with Kellen.

“
Who are you?” I asked.  “Where’s Jonathan?”

“
Oh, Isabella, don’t be so worried.  Don’t be so shy either.  We’re good friends by now...”

“
I don’t know who you are,” I said.  I looked at the bedroom, seeing the door wide open.  I cried for Jonathan and then I saw something that took my breath.  

I saw a black shoe on the bed.  That’s all I could see.  A black shoe pointed in the air.  Jonathan was on his back.  And at the very least, unconscious.

“
What did you do?” I asked.

I looked and saw the woman standing a foot away.

“
Isabella Grace,” she whispered.

She touched my face and I shook my head.

“
We really do look a lot alike, don’t we?”

“
Who are you?” I asked again.

But it started to sink in.  Kellen said the woman Jonathan stole from him looked like me.  I looked at the woman and saw similar features.  This woman though looked more capable of anything and looked ready to kill.

“
I got worried when I didn’t hear from you,” she said.  “You shouldn’t have ignored me.”

“
Ignored you... I don’t... wait...”

It hit me.  It hit me hard.

“
You’re Katherine,” I said.

The woman smiled.  
“But you can call me ‘K’.”
 

The
By His Command
series is laced with passion in book eight:  
His Confession
 

Isabella Grace is torn more than ever in her life.  Can she save Jonathan Black?  Can she save herself from Kellen?  And what is she supposed to do with the possessive and powerful Katherine?

Just when things couldn’t get any crazier, Jonathan Black, in perhaps a last ditch effort before his time is up, makes a confession to Isabella...

Have you read the newest bestselling series from Ana W. Fawkes?

Introducing…
HOPELESS COMMAND
…

The world of Aiden Delmaro and the innocent Elsie… plus her sexy roommate, ‘Wicked’.

*She is my temptation, as I am hers...*

Aiden Delmaro is indulging in what he knows best, money and women, when he spots a beautiful, innocent woman standing in the middle of the strip club. There's something about her that's captivating, different... and addicting.

Elsie is in the last place she thought she'd end up in. A strip club. And it is all thanks to her wild roommate. Wendy, "Wicked", is a stripper, and the complete opposite of Elsie.

Elsie sees Aiden staring intently at her and she instantly loses herself. He's everything she wants and he can give her everything she needs. But Aiden isn't just interested in sex or domination... he's interested in discovering how deep Elsie's sexual desires will go.

It begins in a strip club, but in a shocking twist, it doesn't end until Elsie's first day of work at her new job...

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This book is a work of fiction.  Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously.  Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

First electronic edition April 2013

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