Dungeon Games Read Online Free PDF

together.”
    He heard her sigh. “That’s a bad idea. Can’t you see that?”
    “Why?” He’d love to know why she couldn’t seem to stand him.
    “Because you don’t like me.”
    He heard a wealth of possibilities in those words. For the first time since he’d met her, he heard some vulnerability. “That’s funny. I thought you were the one who didn’t like me.”
    “Derek, you can’t stand me.”
    He owed her some honesty. He gave it to her in the plainest fashion he could. He turned around and let her see the state of his cock. “Oh, there are parts of me that like you quite a bit, Karina.”
    He couldn’t help but smile at the way her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. Finally, finally he’d managed to shut her up and all he’d had to do was point a dick her way. If he’d known it would be that easy, he would have tried it a long time back. After all, he was always hard when she was around anyway.
    He moved toward his desk with care. Now that he had her attention, it was time to talk to her. “Why don’t you have a seat, Karina?”
    She shook her head, nibbling on that plump bottom lip of hers. “This is a bad idea.”
    “You’ve said that several times. It’s not an idea. It’s what’s going to happen.” He sat down, happy to have some furniture between them. He gestured to the seat in front of him. “We seem to have been in two different meetings. You’re not in charge of this operation, Karina.”
    She finally moved to the chair, her body folding as she sank down. Maia had been perfectly graceful, every move and action of her body a dance of seduction. Karina just plopped down and slumped over slightly.
    Why was he so fucking fascinated with her? Why this woman? He appreciated grace and precision, but he couldn’t deny that Karina Mills fucked with his system. She looked so lost, he had the sudden impulse to pull her into his lap and have the whole conversation with his hand teasing her pussy, relaxing her.
    Of course she wasn’t wearing a handy, frothy skirt. No. None of that for tough PI Karina. She had on a sturdy pair of jeans and a high-necked T-shirt. Masculine. He preferred her in a corset and thong.
    “The Rangers are in charge, Brighton.”
    As attempts to regain control went, Derek thought it was fairly weak. “Yes, the Rangers are in charge of the investigation, but I’m in charge of you.”
    Let her sit on that for a moment.
    “No.”
    “Yes.” It was time to get a little firm. “You will report to me during this operation or I’ll have you in protective custody and in a safe house before you can take your next breath. If, at any time, I decide you’re a danger to the operation or yourself, I’ll place you in protective custody. If you step out of line or disobey me, I’ll…”
    “Have me in protective custody,” Karina finished with a bitter note. “Yeah, I get it. I know this case better than you.”
    She was obviously recovering. “You didn’t even realize it was a serial case.”
    “Yeah, well, you didn’t even realize it was a case at all, Mr. Hotshot Homicide Detective. I bet Amanda wishes you hadn’t dropped the ball on that one.”
    There was the righteous bitch he knew so well. She was hard on a man’s ego and she’d managed to score a perfect shot. Amanda had given everyone around her hell, but that didn’t mean he wanted her dead. He should have protected her, should have seen what was going to happen.
    “Derek, I shouldn’t have said that.” She leaned forward, her eyes sympathetic. “That was rude of me, but it points out all the reasons we shouldn’t work together. Believe it or not, I’m actually quite thoughtful. I’m very rarely rude to anyone, but you bring out the worst in me.”
    And the deep need to lash right back at her had damn near overwhelmed him. Somehow she managed to hurt him more than anyone else. He’d always given in to those instincts before, but he needed to deal with her fairly and in a D/s fashion. “We