Dirty by Lucia Jordan Read Free Book Online

instrument?" he said as he slid the crop over her hip and
used it to trace the length of her thigh. "Can you imagine how it
will make you feel when I employ in earnest? The dark beauty you
will come to know?"
    No, I can't. The terror that had bolted
through her at the sight of the crop now spread through her like a
dark wave, changing her fear into something she didn't understand
at all. She looked over her shoulder and saw the same darkness in
his expression. She felt herself go instantly wet. But you want me
to feel it… and God help me, so do I.
    Raven continued to caress her, trailing the
crop across the backs of her knees before he moved it under the
skirt of her dress. She caught her breath when she felt it stroke
over the crotch of her panties before he removed it and held it up
to his face.
    His eyes burned into hers as he licked it
slowly. He tugged down her gag before he pressed the damp leather
to her lips.
    Everyone was watching him dominate her and
expecting her to respond like Melanie, who never challenged
Maestro. That seemed wrong to Marielle. No woman made herself into
an instant doormat for the man she loved, especially not one she
wanted more than anything else in life.
    Acting on instinct, she pressed a kiss to the
keeper and then bit down on it, jerking it out of his hand before
she let it drop to the floor. "You talk too much."
    "I do." Raven cradled her face with one hand
and pressed a hard, fast kiss on her lips. "But that's my job.
Let's get some lunch."
    All around them the crew began laughing,
applauding and whistling while Raven untied her wrists and draped a
jacket over the torn back of her dress. Marielle grinned at her
co-workers as she followed Raven out of the library but stopped
when she saw Vanessa at the other end of the hallway striding
toward them.
    "Maybe you should have beaten me with that
thing," she muttered as she took in the director's ominous
expression. "At least then Vanessa would be happy."
    Raven threaded his fingers through hers. "Let
me handle this," he said. When Vanessa reached them he released her
hand. "What did you think?"
    "I'm sure Marielle did her best, but she's
obviously inexperienced and unfamiliar with the script." The
director sounded almost smug. "Melanie does not bite the crop or
take it away from Maestro. Her little challenge was entirely
inappropriate."
    That's my cue to apologize, Marielle thought,
but all she could bring herself to say was, "I need some time to
learn the part."
    Raven's biceps bulged as he folded his arms.
"I have no complaints."
    "Well, I do. She can't act, she doesn't know
the part and you certainly can't gag her for every scene you need
to rehearse." Before he could reply the director reached out and
placed her hand on his chest. "Let me bring in an actress who can
provide a professional-level performance for you." Her fingers made
a caressing motion. "It's what you need, Raven."
    "You have no idea what I need." He brushed
Vanessa's hand away and turned to Marielle. "But you do. I want you
to spend the weekend here with me so we can rehearse
privately."
    As the director sputtered, Marielle ducked
her head. "No one is scheduled to work on the set this
weekend."
    "We'll have the place to ourselves." He eyed
Vanessa. "You'll see to it, won't you?"
    "You always get what you want." The director
gave Marielle an ugly look. "But it never lasts."
    "Do I still have eyebrows and eyelashes?"
Marielle asked Raven as she watched the director stalk away. "Or
did she melt them off?"
    "Let me look." He tipped up her chin and
smiled down at her. "All your beauty is intact. Will you give me
the weekend?"
    Spending two days with Raven might cost her
the reputation she'd carefully guarded, the career she'd steadily
built and the heart she'd never given to any man. It would also
mean being alone with him under the most arousing circumstances,
with no one to stop either of them if things went too far. She knew
the only sane answer was no. "Yes."
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