Give Me the Bad Boy – A Darker Romance Collection Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
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Steeling myself, I straightened my shoulders and headed out of the room and down the stairs. Cameron stood by the door, his focus on his phone, his fingers moving over the keys. He was messaging someone, and I couldn’t help but feel this twinge of amusement that a man such as Cameron, big and strong, scary and dangerous, was texting.

I placed a hand on the banister, curling my fingers around it, the wood cold, smooth. I took that first step, descending, my heart in my throat. I moved toward him, and he glanced up while placing his phone in his pocket. His gaze roamed over my body, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the view as well. He wore a dark tux, the white shirt under it stark, crisp.

His tattoos could still be seen, creeping up his throat like icy fingers of dread—or power. Cameron held his hand out to me, the ink covering the back of it frightening as well as intimidating in appearance.

When I slipped my hand in his, he curled his fingers around mine, pulling me closer, his hard body coming in contact with my soft one. He said nothing to me, just cupped the back of my hair. One of the servants had done my hair, a chignon that looked haphazard but elegant, whimsical even.

And when I thought the air would leave my lungs, suffocation my last experience, he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn’t sweet, wasn’t soft. He took control, plunging his tongue into my mouth, claiming me, making me know he was the one who held the power.

And strangely enough, I was okay with that. Without me giving my consent about it, without allowing myself to be here, experiencing it, Cameron had no power over me. I had strength in this “relationship” too, maybe even more than he did. That knowledge, that realization was heady.

He broke the kiss but kept his hand on my neck. “Tonight is informal, more or less. You’ll be free to wander, but I’d prefer you stay close. Some of the guests at this event are…questionable in their endeavors.” And without another word, without waiting for me to say anything in response, he opened the door and we stepped outside. There was a stretch limo waiting, the back door already opened, Damien clearly waiting for us.

Once in the back, the door shut, the scent of leather and Cameron filling my head, I sank back against the seat to try and calm myself. The privacy divider was down, but as soon as Damien climbed into the driver’s seat, he rolled it up, blocking Cameron and me from everything else.

The car started moving, and the silence stretched between us. I stared out the tinted window, the sun already having set, so it was much too dark for me to really see anything. But looking out the window seemed better, safer, than trying not to glance at Cameron.

“Look at me,” he said in a deep, baritone voice.

I turned and stared at him, glancing into his dark eyes, wondering what he thought about, what he saw when he stared into my eyes. Did he see a broken girl, or did he see the changes in me, the ones I felt transforming me inside since being with him, experiencing his delicious capture?

“Come closer,” he demanded softly. There was a dim light in the back of the limo, giving way to this dreamlike atmosphere, this almost hazy experience. I shifted on the seat, the leather and my dress causing my movements to be water-like. Before I knew what was happening, Cameron had me on his lap, his hands on my waist, his lips on mine.

I was startled, gasping, the sudden movement making me feel off balance. Cameron moved his mouth slowly yet thoroughly against mine at the same time he slipped the dress up my legs. He moved his hand over my ass, the barely there thong I wore hardly a barrier. Cameron started rubbing ever so slowly the crease where my ass met my thighs. I was uncomfortable, because Damien was right on the other side of that thin protective shield.

If he wanted to speak with Cameron, he’d only have to push it down and he’d see the act we were doing.

But in the same breath that act turned me on like no other.

He slipped his hand farther down, right over my panty-covered pussy. And then he moved the material aside and ran his finger through my slit, eliciting a soft moan from me. I was still sore from what he’d done to me, from how he’d stretched m, despite it being two weeks since I arrived.

Even my thighs objected to being spread, straddling his muscular frame. And when he applied pressure to my clit, I gasped, knowing I could come like this.

“Seeing you like this, unhinged, at my mercy, does more to turn me on than anything else.” He rubbed my clit harder, a little faster. I’d come for him soon, and I didn’t want to fight it. I was so wet, maybe embarrassingly so.


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