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

inside, stroking me.
    So fucking good.
    Too good.
    The sensation brought me back to reality, and my eyes popped open.
    “Oh my God!” I shouted, shoving him off of me.
    Damien stumbled back, his eyes wide.  Horrified at what I had just done, I pulled my skirt down over my wet pussy and wrapped a blanket over myself.  I buried my face in the pillow, mortified.  
    God, what was wrong with me?  Five minutes alone together, and I was already had him between my legs.  Did I really have zero self-control when it came to Damien Blackwood?  Was I really willing to forget the kind of person he was, all for a good fuck?
    No.  My dry spell wasn’t that bad.
    Even if it was four years and counting.
    “Fuck, Cleo,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair.  “I’m sorry.”
    I mumbled something into the pillow, wishing I could just disappear.
    “I’ll be back tomorrow,” he sighed.  “I’m sorry.  We can talk then.”
    I peeked up, confused.  “What?  That’s it?”  
    That wasn’t the cocky Damien Blackwood I knew.  The Damien Blackwood I knew would never let me live down the fact that I had just forced him between my legs.  The Damien Blackwood I knew would ask if I needed a mop for my panties and tell me his tongue could help.  The Damien Blackwood I knew would definitely not let me recover the last pieces of dignity I had in privacy.  
    I guess adult Damien really was different.  
    At least when it came to fucking his stepsister.
    “I told you,” he said, adjusting his tie.  God, I wanted to grab that tie and force him back on top of me.  “I will fuck you, Cleo.  But you’re going to beg for it first.”
    “If you really think that, you’re stupider than you were as a kid.”
    “You didn’t seem so sure of that when you were grinding your pussy against me.”
    Heat rushed to my face, and I turned red.  “I didn’t—”
    He waved me away, shaking his head.  “We’ll talk about it later, Cleo,” he said in a ragged voice, still a little breathless.  “Hopefully when we’re naked.  Remember what I said about practicing our backstory, and get ready for your first day in the limelight tomorrow.”
    He turned, and his hand reached for the doorknob.
    “Wait!” I shouted.
    Damien paused.  He glanced back at me with those burning eyes.
    “What?” he groaned in a ragged voice.
    “Where are you going?”
    I hated how small and desperate my voice was, but I couldn’t let him leave.  Not now.  Not now that he had exposed the weak, vulnerable part of me that still wanted him.  Or still wanted his cock, at least.  I forced myself to sit up like an adult as I glared at him.  
    “You think you can just fuck me and leave again?” I demanded.
    His glare was just as fierce as mine.  “Trust me, Cleo.  That wasn’t fucking.  When I fuck you, you’ll scream louder than that.  When I fuck you, you won’t walk for a fucking week.”
    When.  Not if.
    Another shiver rolled down my back.
    I forced it away.
    “Stop ignoring me and answer the question.  Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
    “Really, Cleo?”  
    Shameless, Damien gestured down to his crotch.  A painfully huge bulge was growing there, and the thought of it made my mouth water.  God, he was big.  I could practically taste the hot, pulsing throb of his cock in my mouth, and I imagined the whimpers and moans he would make as I ran my tongue down that long shaft.  A part of me wanted to hate Damien, a part of me did hate Damien, but the honest part of me knew that I could never resist that cock.
    My face grew hotter and redder as I realized I was staring.  I forced my gaze back up to his face, only to realize he was staring at me with the same intense look.
    “I’ve got something to take care of ,” he said.
    “Oh,” I said, getting redder.
    The memory of his voice floated back to me:
    I will fuck you, Cleo.
    I watched him turn on his heel and march out, letting my door fall shut with a