Wicked Memories (CASTLE OF DARK DREAMS) by Nina Bangs Read Free Book Online

truly annoy me, I’ll spank your bare asses until they’re bright red.”
    The three men’s eyes glazed with the glorious possibilities. Kayla decided she was off the hook for the moment—she glanced at the fourth one—except with
him
.
    But he wasn’t looking at her. He’d dropped his gaze, long dark lashes shielding his expression. Kayla took a deep breath. May as well get this over with. She coughed to clear her suddenly closed throat.
    “Rise and spread your disobedient body on the table of pain.” Her voice came out raspy. Ohmigod, could she sound any cheesier? She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
    He still didn’t lift his gaze, but he did obey her. He rose in one lithe motion, strode to the table, and lay down on his back. She sighed her relief.
    Kayla secured the cuffs around his ankles and wrists. Each time she accidentally brushed his bare skin she tried to deny a tingle of . . . something.
Forget stupid tingles of unknown origins. What would a sexual demon say?
Kayla pressed her lips together and stared at him. Her head emptied of words.
    He looked up at her. “Well, I’m here at your mercy.” His unspoken question was, “So what’re you going to do about it?”
    She doubted this man would ever be at anyone’s mercy, and she didn’t have a clue what to do about him. Kayla skimmed his body with a gaze she suspected would leave blisters in its wake and watched his stomach muscles clench in response. She didn’t want to seem gleeful. It was too close to the look of triumph he’d given her. But she couldn’t help it. Her lips tipped up in the beginning of a smile.
    “You have plans, I assume.” He sounded only mildly interested.
    She shifted her attention to his eyes and hoped he couldn’t read the panic in hers. Kayla tried to concentrate—on her words not his body, on . . . She blinked.
His eyes.
There was something about those eyes—other than the ridiculously long dark lashes. Something important. If she could just . . .
    “I think you should touch my body.” He sounded serious.
    “No.” She swallowed hard. Was her panic showing? Wow, some lawyer she’d make. No eloquent speeches in
her
future. An incredible face and body had reduced her to one-word responses.
    He turned his head to stare at her. “Why not? You’re a succubus. I might be wrong, but I think a succubus would touch her victim.”
    He gripped his lower lip between strong white teeth. And when he released it, she could only stare. Kayla half closed her eyes. All she’d have to do is lower her head and slide her tongue across his lip’s damp sheen. It would be soft and would taste of him. She caught herself just as she started to lean forward. Kayla gave herself a few mental slaps. She was almost certain he’d done that on purpose.
    “Sparkle wants you to torture me with your sensual power. I’m waiting.”
    She narrowed her eyes. Did his lips twitch? Was he laughing at her? “Actually, a succubus would torture you by
not
touching you.” There. Let him argue with that. She desperately tried to listen to Sparkle for hints while she reminded herself that this was just a fantasy, not the real deal.
    “No, you may not touch me yet.” Sparkle sounded almost prim. “You may
never
be worthy to touch me.” The tap, tap of her heels emphasized that point.
    “Please, mistress, tell us how to be worthy.” The man was ready for prime time, his acting was that good.
    But then, Kayla suspected he wasn’t really acting. He meant what he said. Stupid man. He wouldn’t know what to do with Sparkle if he got her.
    “Well . . .” Sparkle seemed to be considering his request. “I love the things that every woman loves—diamonds, shoes . . . But, no, even those things wouldn’t make you worthy.”
    Kayla wondered how Sparkle would keep the men motivated for the rest of the fantasy if she didn’t give them a little hope.
    “But if you
were
worthy, you’d get to smooth your fingers across my soft skin, kiss