Wicked Game: a Billionaire Stepbrother Romance by Scully Bella

Author:Scully, Bella [Scully, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-20T07:00:00+00:00

Damien and I burst through the door of the mansion, still soaked and clinging to each other. I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I had lost him for so long, and now that I had him in my arms again, I was sure it must be a dream. His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace as he kissed me again.

"They'll see," I snapped, hurriedly trying to kick the door closed.

"Cleo, we're married. Or at least they think we are. And besides—we're safe. No one is here but us."

I peered out the window, checking for the sight of any paparazzi hiding the bushes. But he was right. I looked back into Damien's eyes, my heart racing in my chest. His lips fell on mine again, and his stubble scratched my cheek.

"Come on," he said, wrapping me up in his embrace again. I gasped as I felt myself swept off my feet. Damien cradled me in his arms, carrying me down the hall.

"Where the hell are we going?" I demanded. But my voice wasn't angry. I was back to half-giggling again. God, he was changing me, wasn't he? "What are you doing?"

He glanced down at me and gave me that cocky smile again.

"I'm going to make you beg."

Oh, Jesus.

Damien swept us through the halls and to the door of his bedroom. The massive oak doors swung open for us, and his lips crushed mine again. His fingers dug into my thighs as he carried me to the massive four-poster bed and threw me down.

Breathless, I gasped raggedly on the bed and watched him tear off his shirt.

He was sexier than I remembered. Muscles rippled down his chest and arms, and with the thin damp layer of rain on him, he looked good enough to eat. His dark hair was slicked back, and his abs moved under his tan skin as he crawled forward on the bed.

His lips pressed against mine as he hovered on top of me, his fingers pressing into my hips again. He pulled me tighter to him, and I felt his hand run up my thigh to the zipper of my jeans. My heart sped up as his fingers pull the zipper down. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he ripped my jeans off in one move, leaving me half naked before him.

He pulled away, and his gaze moved down to between my legs.

His breath caught.

"Jesus Christ, Cleo. I forgot how fucking good you look naked."

I loved the way his eyes hungrily searched my body. He had wanted me just as much as I wanted him, I realized. With a smile, I slipped off my soaking wet shirt as slowly as I could. I wasn't used to being seductive, but Damien was desperate for me.

Damien's eyes moved back up to my chest, and I saw his mouth slip open. I snorted to myself. I hated a lot of things about Damien, but the fact that he was a drop dead sexy manwhore when he wanted you wasn't one of them.

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