About The Author

Katie Salidas is a USA Today bestselling author and RONE award winner known for her unique genre-blending style.

Since 2010 she's penned five bestselling book series: the Immortalis, Olde Town Pack, Little Werewolf, Chronicles of the Uprising, and the all-new Agents of A.S.S.E.T. series. As her not-so-secret alter ego, Rozlyn Sparks, she is a USA Today bestselling author of romance with a naughty side.

In her spare time Katie also produces and hosts a YouTube talk show; Spilling Ink. She also has a regular column on First Comics News where she explores writing from a nerdy perspective.

#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 18)



House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.


Drumming his fingers on the wooden banister, Connor waited for Alexander to ascend the stairs. Having eavesdropped on the conversation below, he was overcome with pride, knowing he had pleased Daphne—and that she was more than satisfied.
He’d accomplished not only his goal of the evening, but also managed to carry out his final task. All Connor needed to do now was obtain the key to his restraints and he would be free. He smiled inside, formulating a plan to celebrate his impending freedom. An image of Daphne’s naked body flashed into his mind.
He sighed, remembering the softness of her skin and the delicious warmth of her body. Her scent still lingered in the air; sweet with just a hint of honey. His body hardened with need at just the idea of having her again. His fingers ached to find her warmth.
 Alexander’s dark, greasy head appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
The smile fell from Connor’s face as he looked down at his master. “I trust you are satisfied with my performance tonight.”
Alexander didn’t meet Connor’s gaze and his stiff posture held no hint of approval. His feet hardly made a sound against the wood of the steps as he ascended. He pushed past Connor as he reached the top stair. “The young lady seemed pleased so you must have been adequate.”
“I’ve completed my sentence. Now you need to keep your end of the bargain. Release me.” Connor made no attempt to hide his contempt.
Alexander held up his hand, and shook a finger in the air. “I am the one to judge whether or not your sentence is complete. The council left you in my keeping.”
A flood of anger washed through Connor’s body. “I’ve done all that was required of me.” He sensed that Alexander would find some reason to force him to stay.
“You’ve served my customer, but I require more,” he said with a hint of mocking.
Connor’s lip curled and a low growl rumbled up from his chest.
“Temper, temper,” Alexander cautioned.
Connor spoke in a low, monotone voice, “I’ve done my time and paid my debt.”
“That is the beauty of being your warden. It is up to me to decide when you are let off for good behavior.” He chuckled. “I think your sentence should be extended … indefinitely.”
“You wouldn’t!” Connor tensed with rage, balling his fists at his side, waiting for the right moment to strike. He was not going to be made to stay here any longer.
“You are a profitable commodity. One I am not ready to part with.” Alexander walked down the hallway, toward his office. He waved for Connor to follow. “This is, how do they say it … not personal. It’s business.”
Connor hesitated for a moment, contemplating his future, before following Alexander into the office. He had already chosen to meet the dawn if Alexander didn’t release him. That was before he had met Daphne. Now, it seemed he couldn’t allow that to be his fate. He wanted to see her, to be with her—if she would have him. No. He wouldn’t meet the dawn. And he wouldn’t stay here either. He had to leave, and try his chances with Daphne.
Connor walked into Alexander’s office, a large and comfortable room decorated in rich dark woods and black leather chairs. He paused at the bookshelves, pretending to peruse the various old tomes while carefully choosing his words. “I don’t see how profitable I will be if I refuse to serve your customers. We had a deal. I served my allotted time. I’m done.”
 “Done, are you?” A wicked smile crept across Alexander’s face. He stood before a large mahogany desk and patted one of the leather chairs, inviting Connor to sit. “You think I would just let you go because you say you are done. That’s the problem with you pretty boys. You have all the looks, but no brains.”
Connor’s lip curled into a sneer. Silently refusing Alexander’s request to sit, he remained where he stood.
“Those of us not endowed with such beauty must rely on our wits. You think I cannot keep you here, working as my slave?”
“There is nothing you can say or do that will make me stay here any longer.”
“Nothing I can do, eh?” Alexander burst into a fit of roaring laughter. “You are such a simple boy. I can have you on your knees, begging me to let you stay here if I want.”
Connor’s eyes narrowed. Anger and confusion held his tongue. He knew Alexander was crafty and manipulative but didn’t understand the arrogance behind his taunting. There was nothing to hold over him. Connor had served his sentence without fail. He had done no wrong. Nothing in Connor’s opinion would have him cowering to Alexander for mercy.
“Why don’t I bring your new little friend here for a drink?” Alexander’s eyebrow arched. “That pretty little thing who kept you so occupied all night.”


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