Retribution by Gemma James Read Free Book Online

soul with the poison of his kiss. He grabbed at my dress, ripping and tearing, and his frantic fingers clutched handfuls of me; my hips, my thighs, shoving my legs wide open, pushing my knees up an instant before he slammed into me. He was like a beast, desire his claws, and I came apart under his lethal need.
    “Gage!” I urged him deeper, spreading my thighs further and arching to meet him. He pressed high into me, so high all I could feel was him.
    He grunted, his forearms shaking on either side as he pumped. “Who am I, Kayla?” He plunged one more time, violently, and then went still.
    I met his gaze—maniacal eyes possessing me—and shuddered. My heart feared him, but the gate of my sexual need was manned by him, owned by him.
    And he knew it.
    “Say it, or I’ll stop right now and cuff your hands to the headboard. I’ll make you edge all night until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
    “Master.” I tilted my hips upward. “You’re my Master. Don’t stop.”
    With a growl, his body engulfed mine, smothering and consuming, and the only thing more painful than being devoured so thoroughly was the sound of my unrestrained moans, a traitorous testimony of his control over me. My need for him ripped from my throat and poured from my being with every thrust.
    And then I was chanting his name. “Master . . . Master . . . Master . . .” Moaning and moaning and moaning. “Master . . . Master . . . Master.” More moaning, more thrusting . . . and he was getting off on every sexual plea.
    I was getting off on him .
    I dug my nails into his shoulders and scratched my unbridled desperation down his back, on the cusp of splintering. It was right there for the taking—and with stunned frustration, I realized why my body wasn’t shattering.
    I was waiting for his permission.
    “Let me come, Master.”
    He groaned. “Say it again. Tell me how bad you want it.”
    I grabbed fistfuls of bedding, and a pitiful, keening cry broke loose. I rose to meet him, again and again, and gasped my plea. “Please! Give me permission, Master!”
    He groaned again, an unrestrained sound that vibrated to my core. “Fuck, woman, I’m never letting you go.” He gripped my head and forced my gaze to his. “Come for me.”
    I fell into oblivion.
    His sapphire eyes drank me in as I came undone, holding me prisoner in their depths until the last wave carried me to a place only he could send me. I was gasping, struggling just to breathe, when his control began to slip. I watched him in wonder, in awe by the raw pleasure twisting his features. We’d never been so close as we were in this moment; he’d never allowed himself to go like this, had never allowed me to see it. He buried himself to the hilt, and his forehead fell against mine.
    “Kayla . . .” He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. “Baby . . .”
    I buried my hands in his hair, fingers brushing the sweat at his nape. The sound of his vulnerability was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. He cried out, hoarse and powerful, sensual and conquering, a sound of unstoppable release that poured out of him as he spilled into me.

9. L ION ' S D EN
    Gage gave me the ultimate Vegas experience on our last night in Sin City. Cirque du Soleil, a ridiculously expensive dinner at Guy Savoy—even a helicopter tour at nightfall. He was the epitome of charm, from the way he opened doors for me to the way he guided me with a hand to the small of my back. All the women we came in contact with flirted with him, and he fooled them all into believing the facade.
    He’d even fooled me, for a while. But then we’d boarded his jet, and he’d reverted back to the same old Gage by pushing to me to my knees. And I hadn’t protested. I’d grown wet between my legs as I swallowed every last drop of him. That was how he’d left me on my doorstep—hot and wanting him, despite the chilly late night air. With one final kiss, a quick brush of his lips to mine, he’d disappeared from my life. Just