All Chapters of Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Or more seductive?Shaking away her thoughts, Morgan knew the clock was ticking. Jack would come back in less than fifteen minutes. If she was still standing in his lair…he’d take that as an unequivocal yes—to anything, everything. The only boundaries between them would be his own, coupled with the limits of his imagination.In other words, there would be no limits.Morgan swallowed against a flush of heat. Regardless of whether the room and its contents made her more afraid or less, she had to see, and not just out of curiosity. Labeling her emotions mere journalistic or feminine interest was too simple.Morgan had to see that room because it would tell her about the alluring, mysterious conundrum named Jack.Drawing in a shaky breath, she took a tentative step toward the red light in the corner that drew her like a siren.One foot forward. Yes. Then the other. Repeat the process.Sheer nerve kept her moving, coaching herself with each step. Finally, she stood at the door and opened

“Show me where you like to be licked. Point for me,” he demanded, already knowing and planning to save that destination for last.“I…I don’t know. Anywhere.”“No one has ever made you come this way.” Jack didn’t make it a question. He was pretty sure he knew the answer.Morgan shook her head.Amazing. Another intimate act he would be first to introduce Morgan to. The exhilarating thought went straight to his cock. Was every guy she’d dated a eunuch? He loved this, the intimate taste, the immediacy of knowing exactly which touch affected a woman most. No quicker way to make her putty, to make her beg.To make her his.Jack dropped his gaze to her swollen sex. Maybe…maybe he could coax her to connect him and pleasure together in her mind. That alone wouldn’t be enough to keep her, but it would be a start. The rest he’d work out hour by hour, day by day, until she agreed not just to leave Brandon but to become his.“You’re going to come for me, Morgan. But not until I tell you to. Unders

Shock jolted a dizzying bolt through his system. Jack stroked his chin and tried to regain his balance. The concept of predestined mates and dreaming of them was so…otherworldly. So weird. Not that he hadn’t grown up with the knowledge; he’d just never believed it.“None of us want to believe that there’s any truth to this malédiction. But facts is facts, yeah. It happens to every man in our line. And now, it’s your turn, with Morgan.”“How did you know when it happened to you?” Jack asked, struggling to accept his grandfather’s claim. “What made you sure, besides the dreams, that Grand-mere was the one?”The old man smiled, deepening lines around his eyes and mouth, leaving no doubt the man had spent a lifetime smiling wide and often. “The moment I met her, I fought a crazy urge to grab her up tight and convince her to be mine. I never wanted to be away from her or see her blue. Most of all, cher garçon, I wanted her happy and I knew deep inside here,” he pointed to his heart, “that

He dropped a kiss on her forehead, another on her jaw. “You know I’m not going to hurt you, right?”Slowly, she nodded. “You…You’re right.”“And your friend Reggie. He might be guilty, yes. He might not. Until we know more, don’t assume anything.”Morgan shook her head. “But he’s totally into photography. No one else—”“I understand. Just wait. Deke will keep digging. For now, I think it’s important that you don’t talk to Reggie, not until we know more. Had you planned to call him, check in?”“I tried yesterday. I can’t get a cell signal out here.”“No.” Jack shook his head. “Most people can’t. Will he raise some red flag if you don’t call?”“Not for a while; a few more days probably.”“Hopefully, we’ll have this sorted out by then. Until then, don’t assume the worst. We have one fact that doesn’t make things look good for Reggie, but nothing is absolute. And even if he is guilty, you know he can’t find you here, right?”Wherever here was… “Right.”“In the meantime, I’m here to protec

Jack forced himself to rein in the I-told-you-so smile threatening to break across his face. Too early to smile. He had to make sure he’d really reached her. “Because you need your biggest sex organ, your brain, involved. Vanilla doesn’t really do that. Dominance and submission can be a game or a way or life, depending on how seriously you play. But it absolutely keeps your mind engaged with your body. The promise of pleasure can be every bit as arousing as the pleasure itself—maybe more, as you found out from doing without a mind fuck tonight.”She hesitated, bit that lush, puffed lip that never failed to make the man in him notice. Then understanding brightened her sultry blue gaze. “Yeah. I kept missing the mental piece. Knowing what you were thinking, hearing your voice urging me on.”Now she was getting it. Jack smiled. “What does your current fiancé do for a living?”Morgan frowned at the out-of-nowhere question. Hesitated. “He’s an analyst for some organization in the governmen