Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

At a sound from the screen, I twisted back to watch a holding pen full of angry men, all wearing masks, some with black paint across their eyes. “Why do they do it?” I asked softly. “Predator-prey is one of the biggest and most underserved kinks. The violence within it has an impact on those willing to bond with someone else over it. It takes trust to let someone else willingly hurt ye.” “How did it come about?” Still occupied at the table, Connor replied, “Do ye recall me telling Cassie I knew her brother, Jamieson? He and Arran once had a conversation about sex and kinks. Jamieson wore his preference on his sleeve. He’s da to three or four kids now and happily married to a lass who shares his likes. Arran took notes. He told me he wanted others to be able to bond like that and not fear the extremes, but my guess now is he wanted it for himself, too.” “Have you ever gone in there?” “No. My kink is you being unable to run from me.” Hence the sedation. He pressed against me from behind. “Also your tits. They make me so hard I might go insane. Your soft belly is another obsession. Touching your skin. Feeling how curvy ye are. Don’t even get me started on your arse.”