SimplyIrresistible by Evanne Lorraine Read Free Book Online

deliberately led him to
believe the damage to her truck was the result of minor accident. “Why didn’t
you tell me before?”
    Her lashes lowered. “There was nothing to tell, Sir.”
    He pulled farther away, still keeping one hand at her waist.
“You were rammed by some maniac. Your truck was damaged. You were hurt. Those
three facts equal a great deal of information your Master deserved to know.”
    She gave him a mulish look. “When was I supposed to work a
hit and run with a reckless driver into the conversation, Sir?”
    Ignoring her attitude for the moment, he kept his tone even.
“The last time I asked you about the bruise.”
    Her lashes dropped and her cheeks darkened. “I’m very sorry,
Sir.”
    “Someone crashed into your new truck and drove off?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    He knew there was more. Silence usually worked well on edgy
slaves. He waited until she darted nervous peeks at his poker face. Then he
kept waiting.
    Finally reluctant words spilled in a lowered voice. “The
second time, Sir.”
    His eyes narrowed to slits. “He hit your truck twice?”
    She nodded, plainly miserable. “Yes Sir.”
    “Did you call the cops?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “That’s my brave pet.” He lowered his head and suckled both nipples
thoroughly before pulling her closer.
    Tiana sighed and nestled under his chin.
    He wanted to cuddle her and keep her safe from harm, but
this wasn’t about him. She had been betrayed and needed to rebuild the
self-confidence to trust her instincts. “Next time you have a problem I expect
you to come to me first.”
    “Yes, Master Liam.”
    Pleased by her acceptance, he changed the subject. “You
enjoyed watching Master Jason discipline his slave. What part of the scene
excited you most?”
    Tiana blinked, plainly flustered. “Is Master Jason the crop
wielder, Sir?”
    “Yes, quit stalling and tell me what you liked about the
scene.”
    She darted another peek at him. “Why? I mean why do you want
to know…Sir?”
    “Talking is part of getting to know you. Your participation
is required.”
    “I want to please you, but I don’t know what you want, Sir.”
    He fought a smile at her honesty. “That’s easy. I’ll tell
you exactly what I want.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” Doubts pleated her smooth brow.
    “Were you punished for not guessing what a Master wanted?”
    Her lashes fluttered open, revealing widened eyes. “Do you
read minds, Sir?”
    Too bad her ex is already dead. I would have enjoyed
disciplining the bastard until he screamed before I killed the sick fuck .
    He kept his expression blank while he stroked the side of
her face and let his fingers drift along the impossibly soft skin on her
throat. “Just beautiful slave faces and responsive bodies.”
    An enchanting blush tinted the tempting swells of her
flawless breasts. The color streaked up her neck and colored her heart-shaped
face. Her nipples pebbled, demanding his attention.
    “Right now what I want is information from you.” He palmed
the sweet mounds, soothing her aching desire before he rolled a tight tip into
more urgent need. “Did you want Jason’s crop striking you?”
    “No, Master Liam. But I wanted—” Her voice caught.
    “To have a Master take care of you as he did his slave?”
    She dipped her head in reluctant confirmation.
    “Aloud.”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Thank you for telling me. There’s nothing wrong with
wanting. Any Dom worth his toy bag sees to his sub’s needs before his own.”
    Big brown eyes widened in shock or awe for a second before
her ridiculously long lashes dropped again. Every emotion she experienced was
reflected on her beautiful face. Doubts, wariness and heartbreaking shards of
fear flickered across her features along with sparks of hope, stunning courage
and cast-iron determination. She was miles away from the simple session of
light discipline and hard sex he’d intended to indulge in tonight. From the moment
he touched her, he’d been unable to resist the chance to