Wicked Game: a Billionaire Stepbrother Romance by Bella Scully Read Free Book Online

did you say?”
    “I said it was stupid to think you cared.  Forget it.  I’ve grown up, I get it, let’s just stop talking about it.  That will only make it worse.”
    “You think I don’t care about you?”
    “Damien, goddamnit, don’t keep playing this game.”
    “This isn’t a goddamn game!”
    Damien shouted for the first time that day.  I jumped in my seat.  Damien wasn’t the kind of guy to shout—he was more the kind of guy to scheme and give you a sweet smile as he stabbed you in the back.  
    It wasn’t that I was scared.  He annoyed me, but he wasn’t dangerous.  Deep down, I knew Damien wasn’t cruel or evil, he was just a selfish idiot.  
    But I was confused.  Something was burning in his eyes.  There was anger there, but something else, too.  Something that made my hands shake and my heart pound.
    God, don’t look at me like that.  My panties might fly off.
    “As if I believe that,” I whispered.
    Painful memories from my teen years rolled over.  No, there was no way I could ever believe that.  I knew what it was like to trust Damien Blackwood and be betrayed.  Never again.
    “Don’t care?”  He ran his hands through his thick hair, his gaze burning through me.  It was a hungry, desperate gaze that drank me in.  It wanted me, I realized.  “Trust me, Cleo.  I care.  I care a whole fucking lot more than you realize.”
    “Prove it.”
    “Prove it?”  His eyes widened as he studied me.  He shook his head, amazed at me.  “God, Cleo.  You are the only person who would ever say something like that to me.”
    “Because I know you.  And I know you’re a fucking liar.  Especially when it comes to ‘how much you care’ about me.”
    He tensed up again, fixing his eyes on me.  I had hit a nerve.  
    “Is that what you really think?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then let me show you just how fucking much I care,” he growled.
    I gasped as I was thrown on my back, collapsing into the pillows again.  
    Damien pounced on top of me, and the heat of his body caressed mine.  
    “I think you fucking care, don’t you, Cleo?”  He leaned down until his lips were only an inch from mine.  “Tell me.  Do you want this?  Do you fucking care?”
    His body felt too good on top of mine.  Instead of answering no, and instead of pushing him off of me like I should have, my body reacted the way it really needed to.  
    I leaned forward and kissed him.
    Fuck, why did I do that?
    His arms crushed me to his chest, and my gasp was interrupted by his lips.  He kissed me fiercely as I gasped for breath.  The soft warmth of his lips pressed hard against mine as his fingers dug into my hips.  My legs parted, letting him press himself against me as hard as we both wanted.  
    His hips grinded into mine.
    Oh God, I had missed this.
    His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned.  In the back of my mind, I knew this shouldn’t be happening, but I was too hypnotized by how good his body felt on mine to care.  My fingers laced through his hair, forcing his head to mine as he kissed me.  
    I had forgotten how good he tasted.  I had forgotten how good those gorgeous lips felt on my own.  I had forgotten how fucking good Damien’s hips felt when they moved hard against mine.  Not thinking, I crossed my ankles over him, desperate to have him as close to me as possible.
    “Fuck, Cleo,” he growled.
    I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh, straining through his pants.  Oh Jesus, that felt nice.  That was another thing I had forgotten—how big he was.
    I tilted my head up to finally bite that full bottom lip.  
    I had wanted to do that for years.
    “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, pulling my thighs apart.  His fingertips brushed against my panties, teasing me where I needed him most.  I ached to have him inside me, filling me, pounding me into the best orgasm of my life.  His lips kissed and nipped my throat as his fingers worked against my pussy.
    One of his fingers slipped