Lethal Sin (Dangerous Games Book 1) by Jennifer Bene Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Camille kicked at him but he was unfazed even when she did her best to bring her knee down into his chest. He pinned her legs to his chest and for once she wished she weighed a little more so that this might actually strain him, as it was he seemed to be unbothered.
    “You never listen, do you?” Mateo tossed her onto the bed and she bounced as she looked up into his dark eyes.
    “Not usually.” She shoved herself backwards trying to make it to the other side of the bed, but he caught her ankle and harshly yanked her back towards him.
    “That’s fine. I enjoy bringing naughty girls in line.” His words sent a thrill down her spine that she wished she could ignore, but even as he tore the zipper of her skirt down and yanked it off with his free hand, all she could feel was the rising tension inside her.
    “Are you still upset about the cane?” She asked as his eyes landed between her thighs, forced wide because his legs were now between hers as they hung off the side of the bed.
    His gaze came up to meet hers, impossibly dark because his pupils were dilated so fully. He looked like an animal preparing to devour her. Surprise flitted across his expression before raw lust returned. “You know what it’s called?”
    “I knew that little toy of yours from a movie.” Camille smiled and then tried to kick him back from her, but just as her foot cleared his side he caught her knee and slammed it onto the bed. Her hip protested, and it was only because she was flexible that her muscles didn’t immediately scream in pain from the force.
    “Bad girl.” He tsk’d, leaning forward to wind a fist in her messy blonde waves. The ache steadily increased and then his voice thundered above her. “I’m going to let go of your hair, and you’re going to take your top off. Slowly.”
    “Or what?” She spat through gritted teeth.
    His grip tightened viciously in her hair until she had to look at the opposite wall in an attempt to ease the strain. The next words he spoke were sinfully dark as he pressed firmly against her until there was no mistaking the hard outline of his cock. His threat was almost whispered against the skin of her chest, “Or I’ll take this sweet ass of yours first.”
    In a moment he released his hold on her hair, but his hands found a grip on her inner thighs, spreading her wide in front of him and she had no doubt he would fulfill that promise, without the aid of any lube, just to punish her. She didn’t move at first, still debating whether or not she could get out of the situation without following his every command like a puppet, but then he sharply twisted the delicate skin on the inside of her thigh and she had to swallow her yelp.
    “Fine!”
    “Fine what?”
    “I’ll take my top off, asshole.” With a muttered curse Camille laid back on the bed, despising him for making her an active participant in her own torture. She reached over to undo the zipper that kept the top tight and then she shimmied it up, moving much faster than he’d ordered. The instant it slid over her head she got an uncensored view of his ravenous expression. His dark eyes skipped over her skin and she could almost feel his touch before he hid the look behind the cool mask he normally wore.
    Too handsome .
    That was the overwhelming thought clicking away inside her head. He was too handsome to be some hitman for a low life like Scarpa. How had a guy like him stumbled into this world?
    Hell, how had she ended up like this? In this situation? In this house?
    “Bra too.” He commanded, and she found her hands moving to obey him, her attention still captured by his eyes, his perfect face, the dark arches of his eyebrows. As the cool air reached her nipples they hardened even further and the low growl from his chest confirmed he’d noticed as well.
    “What about your clothes?” Camille pulled herself out of the silence, baiting him, and he shrugged before he lifted his hands to pull the taut shirt away. As much as