Desperate Domination (Bought by the Billionaire #3) by Lili Valente Read Free Book Online Page B

in Harley’s bed when he’d unknowingly slept with the wrong sister.
    “Tell me you care, Jackson,” she whispered, kissing first one corner of his mouth and then the other. “I know you do. And I know you want me as much as I want you.”
    “I want you so much,” he said, his eyes sliding closed. “I want you like my next breath, but I’ll hurt you, Hannah. I know I will and I don’t want to.”
    “Why don’t you want to?” she asked as she reached down, her cool fingers closing around his erection, stroking him with a gentle insistence that sent longing and grief flooding through him in equal measure.
    She had him right where she wanted him. He couldn’t deny her though he knew this wouldn’t end well. It never did when Beauty fell in love with the Beast.
    “Because I care about you.” His eyes opened as his fingers closed around her wrist, stopping her mid-stroke. He stared deep into her big eyes, willing her to see what a bad idea this was. “But this isn’t a fairy tale. In real life, the monster doesn’t get better. In real life, the monster drags you down to hell with him and you burn there.”
    “You make me burn, that’s true.” Her lips twisted in a wry smile. “Which reminds me that I have a favor to ask, sir.”
    “What’s that?” he asked, not sure whether to feel grateful or terrified that she was taking them back onto familiar ground.
    Things between them would never be the same. She could call him “sir” a thousand times, but he was vulnerable now and they both knew it. They might be using the same pieces, but this was a whole other game, one he wasn’t sure he remembered how to play.
    “I would like a safe word,” she said. “People like us usually have those, right?”
    “They do,” he said, mesmerized by the feel of her fingertips teasing across his palm. “Though I’m not sure there are other people exactly like us.”
    She shrugged one shoulder. “That doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”
    He made a non-committal sound. This was all bad, but it was hard to concentrate on good and bad when she was naked in the moonlight, looking up at him like he was all she needed to get through the night. “So what’s your safe word, sunshine?”
    She cocked her head. “No more princess?”
    “Sunshine suits you better.”
    She nodded, her lashes fluttering as she swallowed. “See? You can be sweet,” she said, pushing on before he could assure her that he was as far from sweet as a man could get. “And my safe word is cheese biscuits. I’d like to see you stay mean and growly when I’m shouting cheese biscuits in your ear.”
    Against all odds, a smile stretched across his face. “Cheese biscuits? Those are the words that make you feel safe?”
    “What’s safer than a fluffy biscuit, covered in melted cheese?” she asked with mock seriousness. “That’s practically the definition of safety.”
    “You’re funny,” he said, warmth spreading through his chest.
    “I’m not funny.” She shifted her weight as she shook her head slowly back and forth. “I’m a very serious person, and I’ve got a serious problem.”
    He lifted a brow. “What’s that?”
    “I think it’s best if I show you, sir.” She held his gaze as she guided his hand between her legs. As his fingers slid through the slick folds of her sex, a ragged sigh escaped his lips.
    When he’d come out here, he’d been certain he would never touch her this way again. And he wouldn’t have if she weren’t the person she was, a generous, gentle, unbelievably strong woman who had looked into the darkest corners of his soul and refused to be scared away. And because she was who she was, he could be something better, at least for the night.
    “You won’t need your safe word this time,” he said, pressing one finger deep into the well of her heat, relishing the way she spread her thighs, welcoming him in. “There won’t be any games tonight. It will just be you and me.”
    “Should I still call you