Lethal Sin (Dangerous Games Book 1) Read Online Free

your taste is really this bad.”
    He grunted behind her and then stopped her at a door down the left hall. It didn’t even have a doorknob, it was just a solid sheet of wood from frame to frame. Camille watched carefully as he slid a hidden panel on the wall aside and dipped his free hand into the empty space. An instant later the door popped open.
    “Now, that’s fancy.”
    “You haven’t seen anything yet,” Mateo growled behind her and nudged the door wide. As he pushed her inside the room lit up slowly, recessed lighting high on the walls made the ceiling glow above them. What was revealed made Camille’s stomach tighten as Rihanna’s S&M went off inside her head at top volume.
    Apparently, whips and chains excited Mateo.
    In addition to all kinds of other things that hung from racks on the walls, or sat on shelves, or loomed around the room in the shape of various pieces of clearly diabolical furniture. At the back of the room a platform bed dominated with dark sheets, and he hadn’t even tried to hide the restraints that waited at the four corners.
    This had definitely never been featured in an issue of Better Homes & Gardens.
    “What the ever-loving fuck is this?”
    “ This is where I’m going to get you to tell me everything I want to know.” The confidence in his voice grated her nerves and she shifted her wrists, causing the handcuffs to clatter softly.
    “As I told your boyfriend, I’m not telling you idiots anything.” Camille turned to face him and his dark eyes sparkled in the light.
    “Eddie doesn’t have the same… talents that I have in getting people to say things they don’t want to.” His hands landed on her waist and she fought the urge to hit him as the door shut behind her and a clear locking sound filled the silence.
    “So, you like tying men to things like that too?” She nodded her head towards the large X-shaped piece of wood embedded in the wall, brightly adorned with red leather straps.
    “Oh, no. I talk to men in a different room.” Mateo’s hands drifted over her hips and then his lips brushed the span of skin between her shoulder and her neck. Shrugging her shoulder she jerked away from him and he released her.
    “And here I thought you were an equal-opportunity asshole. My mistake.” Her voice was still coming out confident, but inside she was twisting in the wind and she knew it. The cuffs were on just a notch tighter than she’d need to slip out of them, even if she did feel like dislocating her thumb, and Mateo knew what he was doing.
    Knew very well what he was doing.
    But if he expected her to quail at the sight of his elaborate torture room he had no idea who she was. It wasn’t the first time someone had wanted information from her and it wouldn’t be the last. This was just part of her world, and it was a fact she had long ago accepted. No matter what, Camille Devereaux didn’t break. It just wasn’t how she was built.
    “This room is less about what it will take to get the answers from you, and much more about how much fun I’m going to have getting them.” His voice was a low, sinful rumble as he stepped around her and walked over to one of the racks on the wall, lifting up a whip, then a thick belt, and then another many-tailed whip. A tingle rushed down her spine that made her shiver.
    Scare tactics.
    Just scare tactics, and they weren’t going to work.
    Camille stood up straight, evening her weight between her boots and testing the give she had in the cuffs. He was going to be up for a fight if he tried to put her on any of those things in the room, and if he wanted to use one of his little toys on her he was going to have to work for it. Lifting her head she shook out her white blonde hair, keeping her chin high, because when Mateo turned around he was going to know exactly who he was dealing with – and it wasn’t some idiot at the bottom of the totem pole.
    On a normal day, under normal circumstances, she’d have taken him out smiling