Sinner (The Hades Squad #1) by Jianne Carlo Read Free Book Online

as he lowered her into the bathtub. She sat up and wound her long hair into a knot on top of her head.
    His eyes traced her hands, cemented on her breasts, then her mouth.
    “Your tits and mouth should be bronzed. When you raise your arms like that, I can't decide which part I want to fuck first.”
    She crossed her arms over her breasts and clamped her mouth together.
    No way would that fit in her mouth.
    His penis thickened and lengthened and did a jazzy two-step on his groin. She licked her lips when the glistening red glans slapped his taut belly. Destiny's eyes crossed.
    Lincoln chuckled. “You look as if the hounds of hell are chasing you. It's only a dick. Meant for pleasure, pure pleasure. Your pleasure.”
    Destiny couldn't manufacture a response, so she slid down in the water. Heated moisture cocooned her, she sank her shoulders under the warm water and closed her eyes. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. The soothing scent of lavender enveloped her senses.
    “Scoot forward,” he ordered.
    She craned her neck and met his gaze, the heat in his dilated pupils obvious, scorching.
    “Come on, Destiny. I'm cold too, you know.” His palms urged her forward.
    Before she could blink, Linc slid behind her in the tub, his long legs touching the other end of the porcelain. Like his fingers, his toes were long and thick; he had a high instep and the calves of a soccer player. His arm curled around her waist.
    What the hell am I doing? With a virtual stranger? A man I know nothing about? For all I know, he could be a serial killer.
    “I reckon fate brought us together.”
    “Pardon me?”
    “Destiny, you know, the hands of fate.”
    “Real funny,” she griped. “I don't know why my mother gave me a stripper name. You have no idea what people say, especially the males of the species.”
    “Men don't react that way because of your name. They react that way because you're delicious. You've the face of a Madonna and the body of a siren.”
    He lapsed into a silence, which grew and grew.
    “But,” she prompted.
    “But?”
    “There was a ‘but’ after your last sentence. I could feel it.”
    “Don't get so defensive.” He licked her earlobe. “I can't figure out how you've never had an orgasm. I thought every woman had a favorite vibrator. All my sisters sure as heck do.”
    “They told you?” She twisted around to face him.
    “Sure,” he replied, his finger sliding up her throat to support her chin. “Not much privacy in a house with eleven kids. And my father and mother are both very passionate people. Can't tell you how many times I caught them in the act.”
    “You're not kidding?”
    A shadow curtained his expression when a candle spitted and guttered. “I take it your folks weren't expressive.”
    “No. Expressive is not a word I'd use to describe Mona and Lawrence.” She could count on one hand the number of times her mother had pecked her father or given either of them a hug.
    “What are you doing?” Her voice rose to a squeak on the last word as his fingers strummed the folds of her sex like a musician working guitar strings.
    “Petting you,” he answered, plumping her labia between thick, calloused fingertips. “Lean back a little. That's it.” Lincoln slipped his arms under the crook of Destiny's knees and separated her legs so she lay spread and sprawled all over him. “You give new meaning to the word luscious. All soft and warm and woman.”
    He worked two fingers inside her, and Destiny's bones seemed to vanish. “So tight and hot, and I gave you your first orgasm.”
    “You're preening.”
    Lincoln cupped her sex and pinched her clitoris.
    She moaned, head lolling on his shoulder.
    “And so responsive. Are the men in New York City blind, deaf, and dumb?” Nuzzling her neck, he suckled and laved the crook, blazed a path to her ear. “Their loss, my gain. By the by, does your porn collection include lubricant?”
    “Mmm.” She arched to give him better access.
    “Destiny, do you