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

have any lubricant?”
    “What?” She twisted to stare at him, her eyes crossing as she tried to focus on his features. “Are you some kind of perv?”
    “Definitely.” He flashed a grin that would win Satan entry to heaven. This close, his irises glowed more green than brown. “And I won the fucking sex lottery when I landed in your pear tree, Destiny. Your first climax, your first sixty-nine, your first deep throat—they're all gonna belong to me. How old are you?”
    “You're not supposed to ask a woman that question,” she protested, then answered nonetheless. “Twenty-six, and I've been busy.”
    “Do I look like I'm complaining?”
    He plucked one nipple, rolled her burning flesh between his thumb and forefinger and pinched softly at first and then harder. The caress went straight to her sex. “You fantasize about bondage, Baby Doll? You secretly want to be tied up? Handcuffed for my pleasure?”
    “No…I…”
    He shifted her sideways, then took her nipple into his mouth, grazing and sawing, all the while watching her face. “Truth now, Destiny. Why did you bring the cuffs otherwise?”
    “Angel. The book. Oh, for goodness' sake, bite a little. Yes.” She moaned, and her eyes glazed over when he complied, bearing down hard on her throbbing nipple.
    “You're pruning. Let me warm you up from the inside out.”
    He stood, lifting her in his arms, stepped out of the tub, and set her on the oval carpet facing the sink. The mirror had fogged, and he wiped the frosting away with the heel of one palm. “Look at you, all flushed and dazed and trembling. The first thing I saw when I regained consciousness were these.” Hefting her breasts in his hands, he ordered, “Look at me in the mirror, Destiny. What other toys did you bring?”
    Heat scalded her neck and face. “You saw.”
    He pulled the towel off the rack and made a tsking sound. “Uh-uh, Destiny, that's not how this works. Tell me.”
    He draped the soft material around her shoulders and snagged the ends together. Hands framing her face, he slanted his mouth over Destiny's, knuckling the soft curve of her cheek as his tongue pillaged and plundered, tickling the roof of her mouth, dipping, and retreating.
    Destiny rose on her toes, following his lead, tongue mating and warring with his, her knees buckling, fingers clutching his biceps. Without warning, he swept her high against his chest and stalked out of the room. “Tell me why you picked Deep Throat .”
    “I overheard a former author talking about a Deep Throat game she played at a bridal shower.”
    “Now I'm intrigued.” Hazel eyes raked her features. “Were you at this shower?”
    “Hardly,” she blurted. “It was Juanita Sender’s shower. She’s my ex-best friend and a best-selling author who parties with all the Hollywood hotties.”
    A frown creased Linc's forehead. “That name sounds familiar.”
    “It should. She's been in all the rags for weeks.” Destiny chewed the inside of her mouth. “She's the one who did that sex tape.” When he obviously didn't make the connection, her face flamed. “They call her the Blowjob Queen.”
    “Ah, the blonde with the droopy tits.” He slid her down the length of his body.
    “You think Juanita has droopy ti—I mean, breasts?”
    “Droopy tiny little things.”
    Letting her eyes fall to breasts that couldn't be termed tiny in a million centuries, she murmured, “She's tall, slim, and beautiful.”
    “How do you know this Juanita?”
    “We were at Vassar together.”
    “No love lost?” One eyebrow curved.
    “No.” A crackling, static shrill drowned the soft symphony playing in the background.
    “What's that?”
    “Family radio.”
    “What's that?” She tried to bat his hands away when he tugged at the knot in the towel, and the terry fabric slid to the floor.
    “A form of radio communication.” He scrambled his fingers through his wet hair. “I'm guessing you're going to want to wear clothes.”
    Was he mad? Walk around