Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment) by Trista Ann Michaels Read Free Book Online

side of her neck, pausing briefly over her pounding pulse. “Are you nervous?” he asked, then gently bit her flesh in the hollow where her shoulder met her neck.
    “A little, but probably not for the reason you think.”
    She shivered, and then drew in a slow breath, as though to calm her nerves. He feathered his palm over her hip, smiling slightly as the cheek of her ass quivered beneath his touch.
    “It’ll be fine, kitten.” He slapped her butt cheek, making her gasp in surprise. “Just remember when we get there, you can’t jerk when I touch you.”
    “I know, but try to give me a little warning first. And stop slapping my ass.”
    He snorted and gave her a gentle shove toward the door. “No.”

    By the time they arrived at the club, Karina was ready to jump out of her skin. The whole ride over, Brayden had teased her leg, slowly running his hand up and down the inside of her thigh. She would push him away only for him to return.
    She glared, and he just grinned back. “You have to get used to my touch, kitten.”
    “Stop calling me that,” she growled, although deep down she actually thought it was cute. “Why kitten, anyway?”
    “Because you’re a wildcat.” His smile widened. “Especially at the club.”
    Karina rolled her eyes, but inside she could feel herself blushing. Had Brayden watched her like she’d watched him?
    She climbed from the car and wrapped the coat a little tighter around her body. Now that the sun was setting, and they’d ventured from the city, the temperature had dropped dramatically. The cold wind blew up her legs and across her ass, making her shiver.
    She took a step forward and wobbled slightly on the gravel. Brayden was there to steady her and offer his arm. She smiled gratefully and held onto him as they strolled toward the front door of the massive mansion.
    She should’ve told him how handsome he looked in his black fitted slacks and deep blue shirt. The color really made his eyes pop, but she had a feeling if she said anything like that, she’d never hear the end of it. Brayden already knew how good he looked. He didn’t need her to tell him.
    They hadn’t talked a lot today. They’d each been studying the files and what the FBI had on their unsub. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much.
    Maybe it was gut instinct. Maybe it was the cuts across the first victim’s stomach that resembled hers. Or the identical bite marks on all of them. Whatever the reason, Karina now believed, without a shadow of a doubt, their serial killer and her attacker were one and the same. That was a thought that scared the hell out of her.
    “Are you ready?” he asked as they stepped through the front door.
    “Ready as I’ll ever be,” she grumbled.
    Master Delacroix smiled a welcome from behind the reception desk. Just like yesterday, his light brown eyes sparked with mischief and humor. His white silk shirt clung to his wide shoulders and was open down the front, exposing a muscular chest with just a smattering of coarse hair. Subs probably flocked to him like bees to honey.
    “Good evening, Master Brayden.”
    Brayden nodded. “Master Delacroix.”
    He turned his gaze to Karina before letting it drop lazily along her body. “Karina… Very nice.”
    Karina smiled slightly at the appraisal. She was used to Doms and subs alike looking her over. “Thank you, Master Delacroix.”
    Despite Delacroix’s obvious Dom demeanor, she had a feeling he would be an interesting person to hang out with.
    “This is one of our receptionists, Candy. She’ll take your coats and check your badges.”
    Karina handed her coat and badge to the young submissive standing beside the desk. The young girl smiled and said, “If he gives you any free time, come find me, and I’ll introduce you around.”
    “That would be great,” Karina replied.
    Brayden slid his hand under her skirt and smoothed a hand over her ass. Karina jumped slightly, then turned to glare at him. “I’m sure I’ll give her some