Sexual Deception (New Adult Interracial Romance, Bad for You Series Vol #1) by Kenya Wright Read Free Book Online Page A

bedtime activities.
    Would it be that bad to fuck her? Of course. I can't believe I even had to ask. But how far will she go with this enticing thing?
    “Take off that dress,” I said.
    “Help me.”
    I let go of the gun and got up. “Okay.”
    In seconds, she swung her bowl at me. Fuck. I dodged it. The glass crashed to the ground. I charged for her. She ducked under the table and then it and all the food, plates, and wine turned over, slamming into my body. I stumbled, but didn't fall. The table flipped over. Everything splattered around us. Her shoes were off as she formed her hands into fists and snarled at me.
    Blocking the only exit she knew out of the room, I scanned the floor for the gun that I had attached to the table. “If you didn't like the food that much, you could have just told me.”
    “I loved the food. I just didn't enjoy the company.”
    I grabbed the table and turned it sideways. Only wood and my empty holster stared back at me.
    Fuck. She has the gun. A click sounded in front of me. I looked up.
    Melody held my gun and pointed it at my face. “Why did you ask me to come upstairs?”
    I raised my hands and grinned. “Does it matter? You have me now, just shoot.”
    She rose. “When you realized that I was still in your gallery, why didn't you come downstairs and kill me?”
    “Why not just stay upstairs and cook us dinner?”
    “That's not an answer.”
    “It's mine.”
    Still aiming my way, she scooted to the side and stuck her feet, one by one, back into her heels.
    “You had a gun in your office ceiling that could have shot me dead in my chest. Why didn't you do it?”
    I inched her way, not enough to startle her, but more to close the distance between us.
    “Remember you asked me why I read philosophy?”
    She shifted the point to my heart. “Make this quick. My weak womanly arms can't hold this gun up for too long. I tend to lose patience fast and shoot an asshole real quick when answers aren't given on a timely basis.”
    I chuckled. “I love philosophy. It motivates people to ask questions about right and wrong, true things and false ones. When Julio asked me to kill you and showed me your picture, tons of questions flooded my mind.”
    “Little philosophical ones, huh?”
    “Lots of them. Like why would Miguel want to kill you in the first place?”
    She smirked. “Why not?”
    I dove for her. She shot my way. A bullet grazed my shoulder and burned into my flesh. No matter how many times someone shot me, I could never get used to the pain like the action guys on the movies. Blinking through the insane throbbing, I grunted and kicked up the chair near her. It slammed into her leg, but didn't take her down. I slung the wine bottle at her. She avoided it. It crashed against the wall. Sharp pieces rained down on us. Damn she’s quick. I reached for something else. Shooting behind her, she raced out of the living room, moving fast and impressively in those heels. But not fast enough. I caught her from behind.
    You should have worn sneakers, sweetheart.
    “Get off of me.” She struggled to twist around and shoot me.
    I held her arms down and knocked the gun out of her hand. It fell to the ground and shot out a bullet from the impact of hitting the tile. Although my condo was soundproof, I didn't relish the idea of a gun going off more than once in my home. A tiny little pistol stuck in the holster on her inner thigh.
    I removed the small gun, slung it to the side, turned her body around, and shoved her against the wall. “You're just gaining all types of first-time records tonight. Aren't you?”
    “Oh, yeah?”
    “You're the first person to ever shoot me in my condo.”
    “And the first to knock you off of your game?”
    “Maybe.”
    “How about the first woman to make you scream.” She slammed her knee into my dick.
    “Bitch!” With luck, I held on to her as she hammered me with punches to my temples.
    She's a fucking beast!
    Pain ate away at my skull. It wasn't the worst