Free The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) by D.X. Luc Page A

the yard, before I unfortunately joined them. Tears stung at the back of my eyes, but I fought the urge to let them spill. Tensing slightly, I watched my new lover walk around to my back.
    He pulled me close. “Hey, don't get upset. Trust me when I say, my brother isn't worth it. I can take care of you.”
    Maybe it was the electric sexuality that was his voice, or my need to suddenly get revenge on my sister and neighbor, but I believed him. I felt rage and could taste the anger to the point that I wanted blood. I also experienced a higher awareness of my beginning arousal as he glided his hands over my curves. Already, he was hard while precum slid down my ass crack. In fact, I felt him prodding my rear entry with his fingers and when I tried to move away, he held me firm. My heartbeat increased its speed, while I felt panic rising in my throat. I also savored the idea of what he had in mind.
    Tentatively, I looked over my shoulder at him, and I could’ve sworn I felt the sting of little teeth nipping my back. I quickly glanced down at his dragon tattoo, but it sat in the same place. Though perhaps, the middle head was twisted differently than before. Nah, probably not.
    “You want me to take care of you, Vanessa? Make him jealous? Make them pay?”
    His words in conjunction with the slow penetration of a thick, blunt thumb started to make a lot of sense to me. I wanted all of those things and needed them now. “Yes! Yes, I do!”
    “Then, you'll do what I want, when I want it, my little sklávos.”
    He bent me over the edge of my bed, spreading my plush cheeks before forcibly plunging into my tight, virginal asshole. I felt as though a fist of strength wrapped around my soul, hooking me in. The pain that shot through me, burned as though flames were boiling my insides and yet, I pushed back, silently begging for more. As the hours passed, I received more punishing, delicious sex until I collapsed from sheer, dead exhaustion.
    He put me to bed, covering me with the blanket.
    I knew Ares had branded me and marked me as his own. “Will you return?”
    “Oh yes. But while I'm away, I'll be sending someone to help you with your looks and wardrobe.”
    “Is something wrong with them?”
    “They don't please me. You want to please me right, Vanessa?”
    Yawning, I nodded still unsure why I longed to do this for him.
    He kissed my forehead and I fell into dark, raunchy dreams of whips, chains and Ares. His fiery eyes burning into me while he tortured me into climax. Somewhere, my life had changed. I had become different and I was certain, it wasn't the biker, sex maniac who was the reason for it. Oh no, everything I knew evolved the day I touched a tree of a man and nothing would ever be the same for any of us.
     
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                  I would have thought all that occurred the night before was a dream, but as I shifted my leg, the tenderness between my thighs and ass let me know that wasn't so. My body was a Jello mound that had been left out of the fridge too long, and all I wanted was to lie in my bed for the remainder of the day. My throat was no longer sore, which I knew was odd for some reason.
    A deep voice, familiar and sensual, echoed in my head, Trust me, Vanessa. Startled, I sat up a little too quickly, wincing at the ache throughout my body with a feeling of being well used. I finally managed to get out of bed. Moving to the bathroom, I stared in shock at my neck which was smooth and normal, not bruised. How? Before I could reach up to touch the healed skin, my doorbell rang, and then buzzed again. Whoever was on the other side was very impatient, or hyper, maybe both. “Just a minute!”
                  Now they pounded on the door with the combination of ringing the bell to the point I thought it would break for sure. The urgency of it only allowed me to slip on my socks and bathrobe over my nude flesh. Then again, the incessant noise they were making made me