Lethal Sin (Dangerous Games Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

before he even saw it coming. Then she would have gone to get her nails done.
    ‘So, bring it on ,’ she thought as she stared at his broad back.
     

     
    Mateo’s heart was pounding inside his chest and no amount of self-talk was convincing his pulse to do anything but race in the presence of this girl. She was … vexing, confusing, stymieing. The way she had burst from the chair in the warehouse, immediately stalking him just as he was stalking her – it had made his cock hard.
    Having the opportunity to chase her down and actually fight her? Well, he was just lucky the shots she’d fired at him had killed the steel inside his pants before he’d pinned her to the floor and embarrassed himself by rubbing his erection against her mid-fight. She hadn’t shown an ounce of fear, even with his knife against her throat. This girl was more than just some random employee of Patrick Callahan, the head of the Irish mafia. She was a fighter. A killer.
    Just like him.
    Mateo lifted the strands of a deerskin flogger and let them flow through his fingers. Those could kiss and sting skin in equal measure, but he wanted to hear her scream. He wanted to make her cry. He wanted to hear her beg, to hear her say his name as she pleaded for him to stop. Because Eddie had been right about one thing, she had a smart mouth, but he could only think how lovely it would be to hear her voice crying out instead of spitting insults. If only that wasn’t yet another thing that turned him on to the point where he could barely think straight. He shook his head and went back to pick up the thick strap, lifting the weight of it in his hands, flexing the leather until the ends warmed in his hands.
    This would work.
    He turned and found her standing with her back straight, her chin lifted, her blue-gray eyes focused on him like she didn’t have a care in the world while she was handcuffed and mostly defenseless in his private room. The dark leather boots went almost to her knees, bleeding into the tights that he’d purposefully snagged with his knife just to see a hint of the honey skin underneath, still sun-kissed from summer. Her skirt was clearly chosen more for function than fashion, as she’d proven when she’d planted her petite boot in his chest and knocked the air from him in the midst of their fight. However, that skin-tight top had no other purpose than to serve her breasts up on a platter, probably meant to distract any man in the vicinity – and fuck him if it wasn’t working.
    “Ready?” He asked, and his voice came out as an even lower growl than he’d expected. His cock twitched inside his pants, as if it wanted to confirm for her that she was going to submit to everything he demanded of her.
    “For what?” Her lips were even more perfect when they moved. Pink and full, and it took all of his self control not to skip the interlude of the strap and jump straight to fucking her against the soft floor. Or on the bed. Or bent over the spanking bench, with all her limbs tied –
    Focus .
    You have a job to do. She’s a job.
    “To tell me where Callahan is.”
    She laughed, a strangely bright sound in his house that he wished he could bottle to hear again even as she taunted him. “You’re going to need to do a lot more than hold a belt ten feet away from me to get me to tell you shit.”
    “Oh, really?” Mateo moved towards her, measuring his steps so that he could watch as each of her muscles twitched in anticipation of what he would do to her. This one was smarter than any of the others – she had no disillusions of his intent. She knew he was going to hurt her, and yet she was still standing on her own two feet, not running, but facing off with him like she was challenging him to do his worst. Snapping the thick leather across his palm made her jerk back slightly, and he smiled. “Well, I can tell you that I have no plans of just holding this strap.”
    “If you want me to spank you with it, you’re going to need to