Loves Immortal Pantheon Vol2: Ba'al and Bondage

An intense sensation on the back of her neck made her turn. Her gaze clashed with onyx eyes framed by dark lashes staring at her intensely. She swallowed as her heart picked up pace, thudding against her ribcage.

Her body tightened as the mystery man’s gaze moved lower. His look was like a soft caress on bare skin. She suddenly felt naked, as if the plaid red mini dress she wore was gone leaving her in thigh high lace top black fishnet stockings and her thigh high platform stiletto boots. The urge to cover up was at war with the need to grab the attention of this mystery man. He was tall but not too tall. She guessed him to be about six feet give or take an inch. His black leather outfit encased his lean body like a second skin. She couldn’t even tell if it was all one outfit or two separate pieces. A glance down at his footwear showed her large black boots with silver bump toes and spikes that encircled the top of the shoes.

Her gaze rose to take in his large hands encased in fingerless gloves. His thick fingers entranced her. They looked rough. Just the thought of those digits touching her skin made her nipples tighten and press against the bodice of her dress. His hands tightened into fists and she looked up to take in his face, all angles, sharp cheekbones, hooded eyes framed by slashes of dark eyebrows. His skin was a deep bronze, as if he spent quite some time in the sun. A glance at his lips showed her lush, sensual lips that made her yearn to press her mouth to his. Long, wavy hair framed his face.

The man reached up and tucked some strands of hair behind his ear to reveal a long dangling feather shaped earring and a few silver studs. He started toward her. Addison’s heart pounded against her chest so loudly it almost drowned out the music playing overhead. She licked her lips nervously. Something about this man made her nervous, scared. Like a trapped animal she looked around desperate to escape. All she saw were bodies and dark metallic walls and leather couches everywhere.

A hand took hold of hers and she yelped. An electrical charge rushed up her arm and heat flushed her body. She swallowed and looked up at him. Red sparks flashed in his bottomless gaze.

“Hello.” His voice was soft and yet he was heard above the loud music and murmurs of the crowd. He had an accent she couldn’t quite identify. For a brief second she was mesmerized by him. His eyes bore into hers. He pulled her to him and she stumbled before landing against the hard wall of his flesh. She looked up at him, surrounded by his heat and the scent of sandalwood and exotic spices.

“I can give you what you need,” he purred.