Lethal Sin (Dangerous Games Book 1) Page 8

  “Really?”

  “Yes.” He nodded and she laughed again.

  “Alright then,” Camille said, a decision made internally, and then she walked towards him. He didn’t move as she approached and so she shoved him aside, which he allowed her to do because there was no way she was bodily moving him without a hell of a lot more effort. Then she turned down the hall and headed towards the front door.

  “Where are you going?” He called after her and she heard him following her.

  “I’m leaving.”

  His footsteps sped up. “No. You’re not.”

  “Yes, I am.” She grinned as her bare feet met the cool tile of the foyer.

  “Stop,” he commanded, but she only turned around and kept walking backwards towards the door.

  “Why? You’re not going to shoot me, are you?”

  The rage passed over his face in a cloud, but then it sank down below the calm surface again and he continued coming as she moved towards the door. “You’re not leaving.”

  “Actually, I am.” Camille turned around. She’d already had the plan fully formed before she’d arrived so she took action. The front door had a push button lock on the inside too, but the narrow windows to either side did not, and they were just wide enough to let her pass through sideways. There was a small, abstract stone statue on a table against the wall and she snagged it and immediately slammed it into the glass. The sound of it breaking sent a thrill through her as adrenaline dumped into her bloodstream like jet fuel on a fire. She dragged the stone down the edge, knocking glass out of the way and breaking the window further as she moved. That was as far as she got before Mateo’s hand grabbed her arm and yanked her away.

  “What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted into her face, shaking her as he ripped the statue out of her hand and threw it across the foyer. It broke, but she didn’t care – after all, he wasn’t going to shoot her.

  “I’m leaving!” She shouted back and he growled and turned them away from the broken glass on the floor to slam her against the wall on the other side of the table. His eyes were wild, his breathing erratic as cold wind whipped into the house, and his fingers dug deep into the flesh of her upper arms.

  “You’re not leaving.” His voice was a growl as he towered above her and she hated how much she had to crane her head back to meet his gaze. Suddenly, he leaned down and kissed her, hard, capturing her mouth with his as he held her against the wall. She met his tongue as he deepened the kiss and then she turned her face away and broke his distracted grip on her arms to hit his chest hard.

  He barely moved an inch.

  “Just let me go! There’s no point to this, because I’m never going to tell you shit!” She shouted, but he stepped closer, pressing his body against hers and winding his hand in her hair to force her lips to meet his again. Her body urged her to relax into his hold, to dive into the pleasure she knew he could give her, but her pride was a vicious, power-hungry demon in her brain. Camille kissed him back, tangling her tongue with his, and then she bit down on his lip sharply.

  Mateo’s head snapped back and she took advantage of his shock and brought her heel down on his shining shoe. He growled and then his eyes lifted to hers, even darker than before, a bright red swipe of blood below his lip. With a grunt she tried to knock him back, but he captured her hands and slammed them above her head, her wrists aching as his voice rumbled. “Stop it.”

  They faced off for a moment, and she hated that the tingling rush of not being shot and attempting to escape only turned her on further with his hard body pressed against her. This situation was so fucked, there was nothing sane about any of it, and something had snapped inside her underneath that box. Half of her wanted to fight him until they were both bloody on the floor, and the other half was desperate for his touch. She wanted, needed, to wash away all of those fetid memories – she wanted to be engulfed by him again. “Kiss me.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her and then used his free hand to swipe the blood away, holding it in front of him just before he licked the last of it from his lip. “I don’t think so.”

  “Don’t be a pussy, Mateo, fucking kiss me.” She baited him, and after an intense moment he took it, capturing her mouth in a powerful kiss that had her body warm and tingling despite the cold pumping into the house. Moaning against his lips she reveled in the low, rumbling echo of his pleasure as he pinned her hard to the wall. His cock was an easy outline in his slacks and she wanted to rub herself against it, but he was too fucking tall.

  When she tugged her hands he held firm until she lifted one leg to wrap around his hip. In an instant he had let go and between her wrapping her arms around his neck and his strong hands lifting her up, she was quickly in a much better position. The hard press of his erection was perfectly placed for her to grind against him, and she knew she was wet, and likely ruining his pants, but all she wanted was to feel him inside her again.

  “Fuck me,” she begged and he laughed low and dark against her shoulder, biting down on her skin until she squirmed and whimpered.

  “Say it again, say my name.” He ground his hips against her, each delicious pantomimed thrust sending sparks of electricity from her clit up her spine.

  “Fuck me, Mateo,” she gasped, using her own strength to pull him harder against her, reaching for just a little more friction. He leaned his head back and kissed her, his hands massaging her ass where the bruised skin woke up and reminded her of just what he was capable of. Not that she cared. She wanted him to let go, to make it hurt as he devoured her.

  He nipped her lip sharply, but she didn’t taste blood as he spoke against her mouth, “Say please, Camille.”

  She growled, gripping his hair in one of her hands, the silky dark strands filling the spaces between her fingers as she fought the urge to tell him where to shove his ‘please’, but then he started to rub against her in earnest. Pleasure, low and thrumming, started to pound between her thighs and it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t his mouth on her skin, it wasn’t his cock buried deep inside her. Fuck, he was addictive, and she needed a fix. With a grin she repeated his words, “Please, Camille.”

  He laughed and shifted her higher on his waist until she was above him and his tongue ran over her collarbone. “You’re such a smart ass…” Mateo mumbled and then she heard his belt shifting, his zipper sliding, and then he was lowering her onto his cock.

  She was soaked and as he slid deep she felt every inch of him brushing against every sensitive point until she was shivering with pleasure long before he bottomed out. In this position he reached much deeper, and as if to prove the point he lifted her and dropped her hard. The spark of pain was overwhelmed by the lightning strike of need that took her over from head to toe. “Harder,” she hissed and he growled against her skin and pinned her to the wall with his shoulders to deliver a merciless thrust that had her crying out and tightening her fist in his hair.

  “Is this what you want?” His voice was rough with lust as he used the power of all that hard muscle to pump inside her with long, vicious strokes that made her ache and shudder as she clung to him.

  “Yes,” she breathed, whimpering because she couldn’t decide which side of the line of pain and pleasure she was on, or if it had all blurred into one fucking mess and none of it mattered.

  “You like me taking you hard?” He punctuated the question with a particularly sharp thrust, and she moaned, his words making her clench him tight. There was nothing to do but hold him to her because he was the only center as everything started to spiral out of control in her head.

  “Yes, dammit, now shut up and fuck me.” She groaned and then yelped as he delivered a hard swat to her sore ass, before he squeezed the flesh until she whimpered while he speared her again and again. Every nerve ending in her body was lit up and he didn’t slow as he pounded inside her, lifting her higher and higher until her body felt taut as a cable. “More, please…” she begged and he grunted as he switched his grip so he could reach between them.


  Mateo angled her back against the wall so that she was braced by her shoulders, clinging to his, and he slid his hand down between them until his thumb found her clit. The crippling pleasure was an explosion that made her scream unintelligible curses, and his soft laughter filled her ears. “Come for me. I want to watch you come.”

  As if her body had been waiting for the command she fell apart, the cable snapped, and she tumbled into the orgasm headlong while he pumped in deep strokes, her pussy clenching him in waves. Her body was on fire and she lifted her eyes to see his predatory expression roaming her body while he continued to torture her clit with his rhythmic circles.

  “Again,” he commanded and she wanted to push it back. Too sensitive, too much, too fast.

  “Fuck!” She cried out as he sent her over the edge again, her legs shaking, her core shuddering, until it was only her grip on his shoulders and the support of his hand under her ass that was keeping her aloft.

  “That’s it, I need you. In a bed. Now.” His words were clipped short and he slid from her to toss her bodily over his shoulder. There was something so primal in him that called out to her, that urged her to let him have her, and fuck all the logical parts of her brain… she was going to give in.

  She bounced on his shoulder as he walked fast towards wherever he was taking her, and when she squirmed he slapped her ass and then shoved two fingers deep inside her, curling them down to nail her g-spot repeatedly until she was practically ready to orgasm again. Then his touch left her bereft as he pulled away to open the door they were by.

  The room was a blur, all she knew was that he slid her down his chest and ripped his shirt over her head. Her hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt and she cursed because her hands were shaking and there were too fucking many of them. He lost patience and ripped the shirt open, buttons flying before he tossed it out of the way, and then it was his hard chest under her hands.

  Mateo grabbed her and pulled her towards him to kiss her, and his lips were hot and hungry as they moaned against each other. The slick, wet skin of his cock pressed against her stomach and she reached for it, wrapping her hand around the velvet-coated steel of his erection. With a single stroke his body shuddered and she brushed her thumb across the dark head, wishing she could taste him, the mix of the two of them as he came in her throat. It seemed they were of the same mind because an instant later he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, grabbing her thighs to spread her wide.

  His tongue didn’t just graze her slit, he devoured her as his fingers bruised her thighs again to hold her in place when she tried to launch off the bed from the onslaught of pleasure. Warm and wet and overwhelming, he played her like an instrument he knew too well. Nips along her lips made her wiggle and squirm, urging his tongue back to her clit, and the moment he sucked it between his lips she shouted as the brutal bliss sent her pulse into heart attack territory. Another orgasm was rising and it felt almost like panic. This was too much. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” she babbled and he laughed as he let her clit pop from his mouth.

  “Yes you can, come for me again. Do it.” His voice was unforgiving, a demand, and she tried to shut her thighs against his tongue but he forced her to keep herself open, to take every devious, tormenting lick that held her precariously over a black sky filled with lightning. Camille started to shake her head, her hands fisting into the bedding on either side of her, and she couldn’t have told someone the color of it, or what was in his room – hell, she couldn’t remember her own middle name as she came hard. He practically purred between her thighs, lapping at her to draw out the shivering orgasm and that only made it worse, only made the lightning around her feel like a never-ending assault.

  Just as she wondered if he was ever going to stop he sat up, his chin wet with her, and he grinned like the devil offering her a deal before he grabbed her hips and hauled her to the edge of the bed. He flipped her to her stomach like she weighed nothing and then forced her legs apart again and she lifted her ass, waiting, but he didn’t make her wait long. A hard thrust and they were both crying out. He was so deep, and he ground himself there, making her feel every pulsing twitch, before he slowly withdrew and pressed forward again.

  “Jesus Christ…” Camille groaned and pushed back, and his hips met hers with a clap of skin. Then he let himself go, and each full-length drive had her cunt feeling bruised and aching, but in the kind of well-used way that had her shivering towards yet another orgasm. The fucker wasn’t going to shoot her, or stab her, he was going to kill her with pleasure. Had that ever happened before? The way her head was swimming, lights sparking in the darkness every time she squeezed her eyes shut, it was probably about to.

  “I want to feel you come around me again.” His hands dug into her hips as he jerked her back onto his cock again, hammering inside her as if he never tired.

  She shook her head against the bedding, mumbling incoherently that it was impossible. He was asking the impossible, but he just laughed and slid his hand underneath her. His fingers zeroed in on her clit and she screamed and bucked back into him as he started to torture the raw nub again.

  Too much. Can’t.

  Her brain was malfunctioning, overrun with pleasure, and then the universe inverted and she was pretty sure she blacked out for a second as a final orgasm wrung her out and turned her muscles to liquid. Mateo was letting out his own stream of curses as he held himself still for a moment, his seed filling her until the combination of the two of them spilled onto the already soaked sheet beneath them. He pumped inside her slowly as he finished and then his weight sagged over her hips and he dropped his forehead against her spine.

  Hard breaths sent chills down her back and she shivered, forcing her hands to release their grip on the bedding. “Wow…” he whispered and she laughed softly, nodding in agreement.

  He stood and slid from her before smacking her ass and nudging her onto the bed. She crawled in contentedly and he followed, landing with a huff next to her as they both tried to slow their racing hearts. Looking over at him was a decadent sight. Mateo had kicked off his pants and pulled his boxer briefs back into place, but there was still so much gorgeous, brown skin visible. The trail of dark hair leading down from his belly button made her want to lick him, but she was too tired to even lift her head.

  “Fuck, I’m an idiot.” He groaned and she tilted her head as he made eye contact with her. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

  “You think I’d be dumb enough to have a kid? Be serious. I’ve been on birth control a long fucking time.” She laughed, squeezing her thighs against the mixture of the two of them and feeling a little proud of herself that she’d thrown him so off balance that he’d forgotten about condoms. Camille blew out a breath and watched him roll his eyes at her. “You get tested?” She asked, and this time he laughed.

  “Every three months. You?”

  “Just last month. One night stand with some bartender.” She shrugged, and he laughed.

  “How do I compare?”

  A grin crept over her lips as she looked back at him. “Meh, you were alright.”

  “Brat.” He yawned, and she had to admire the way his abs and chest moved as he stretched an arm over his head. “Come here,” he ordered as he held his other arm open for her to lie against him. She rolled into his side, and even though he was way too warm, and they were both sticky, his shoulder made a very nice pillow.

  They lay like that for a while, time ticking away, but she didn’t care as she slipped in and out of sleep. Sometimes she would wake and he would be out, his lips parted as his chest rose and fell in even breaths. Incredibly trusting since she knew his gun lay on the floor somewhere near them, but it would wake him if she moved even if she did still feel like shooting him.

  Which, surprisingly, she didn’t. After all, he hadn’t shot her.

  Other times he would tug her tighter against him, breathing in the scent of her hair before he relaxed again and they both slipped back in
to sleep. Camille wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she woke to him pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, her chin, her nose, and then as her eyes opened he kissed her lips. Gently nibbling until she opened her mouth and he took control, dipping his tongue inside where hers met his and they moaned softly.

  Why did this have to feel so good? Why did he have to feel so good, and why hadn’t they met before this fucked-up, impossible situation?

  She kissed him a little harder, and his hand inched into her hair until he tightened his grip to send a thrill down her spine.

  Right. She almost laughed aloud as she realized that the reason they wouldn’t have met was that it was never a good idea to meet either of them. Whether Callahan was sending her after someone, or Scarpa was sending him – the people they met tended to end up dead.

  Not a good recipe for an affair that would end in anything but bloodshed.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His whispered words shocked her and she swallowed, unsure of how to respond. Mateo didn’t seem bothered by her silence as he trailed a finger slowly down the line of her nose, drifting his touch over her lips, before continuing down her neck to her chest. “I’m going to figure this out, okay?”

  Camille’s eyes snapped up to his, confusion filling her. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m going to fix this.”

  She laughed. “How?”

  He shrugged, and fuck if he didn’t look even more handsome with that lopsided smile as he looked down at her. “I’m not a hundred percent sure yet, but I am. I’m not willing to give this up.”

  “You can’t fix this, Mateo.” She looked away from him and draped her arm over her eyes.

  His hand wrapped around her wrist, gently lifting her arm away and entwining their fingers, which sent a low thrum through her tired muscles. “I -”