Dallas [Wolfe Brothers 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

in Kansas City, much less anywhere else. He pulled her over to one of the bouncers, a big man with huge muscles.
    They talked, but she didn’t bother to listen. There were naked people everywhere! Some man was crawling around on his hands and knees as some woman led him by a chain around the room. There was someone attached to a cross as a woman whipped her with a cane.
    As she looked around the room, tall, dark, and Dom spotted her. The man smiled as he walked up to her. “Hi, precious, would you like a tour? I just love…introducing people to our world.” The man was attractive, but not nearly as handsome as Dallas.
    She didn’t get the chance to turn him down. Dallas raised their hands in the air, showing the handcuffs that kept them bound together. “Mine,” he stated bluntly as he glared at the other man.
    “Sorry, chief. I didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers.” Dallas fought the urge to beat the living shit out of the younger Dom.
    The dumbass didn’t get it. He winked at Cristal, his brown eyes flashing with lust. “When you get tired of him, come find me.” He walked away a hell of a lot faster than he’d come to meet her.
    “Dallas, what did you do that for?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Did you ever think that I could take care of myself?”
    “In here?”
    “Yes, in here! Maybe I want to explore or participate,” she hissed at him.
    He knew he didn’t hear that because there was no way that Ry’s kid sister just said that she wanted to play in the dungeon, but hell, if she wanted to play, he didn’t have a problem. He grinned down at her. “You want to play? Come on, baby, let’s play.”
    Damn, how did he get his voice to drop that low? Wait, she had to stop him. “Maybe I don’t want to play with you!”
    “Too fucking bad! I’m the only man here that’s going to touch you!” He pulled her closer to him, his lips a breath away from hers.
    “Why? Because I’m not woman enough?” she whispered as she tried to put some distance between them. Holy hell, she could feel the heat off his body seeping into hers. She could see the individual flecks of silver and gray in his eyes.
    “Because I’d kill them if they laid a fucking finger on you.” His hand fisted the hair on the back of her head as he forced his mouth onto hers. His tongue forged into her mouth as he longed to do the same to her pussy. Just as she was starting to respond to him, he pulled away. He pulled her chained wrist up so he could release the cuff. “Strip.”
    She looked around the room. People were milling about everywhere. Some were dressed, but most weren’t. Not all of them were perfectly fit, but she still couldn’t manage to make herself strip. “No,” she whispered.
    “You said you wanted to explore the dungeon. I’m willing to help. The first thing you need to do is learn to follow the orders of a Dom.” His fingers toyed with the ribbed collar of her T-shirt. “Strip.”
    She shook her head, not willing to give in to his demands, but she was wrong if she thought that was the end of it. With the flick of his pocket knife, he ripped the old shirt in half.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing? That was Ry’s shirt!”
    “No, it wasn’t. It was mine.”
    “Huh?”
    “You know your brother is a Rams fan, and he wouldn’t wear a Chiefs shirt.” His fingers teased the lacy cups of her black bra. “Now, are you going to take your jeans off, or do I cut them off, too?”
    As she stared up at him, she knew he’d enjoy it just as much as he’d enjoyed removing her shirt. She ducked her head as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the faded denim down her legs. She removed her sandals at the same time. If someone, anyone, laughed at her, she was going to knock Dallas on his ass because he made her do this.
    Dallas took the remainder of her clothes and dropped them off with the bartender. He came back for her, placed a kiss against her ear, and whispered, “Nice.” She shivered at the contact while