Free Crazy Beautiful Forever (Dirty Twisted Love #3) by Lili Valente Page B

him, returning the brutal kiss as he wedged his thigh between her legs, using his grip on her ass to urge her to rock against him.
    “That’s right, baby,” he mumbled against her lips. “You feel how hard I am? I can’t wait to be inside you again.”
    Harley swallowed the moan rising in her throat and fought the urgency twisting low in her body. She was so over stimulated at this point that she barely heard the soft footsteps passing them by and moving away down an unseen hallway.
    But when she did, her heart skipped a beat and her ears strained for signs that there were other people close by. She didn’t hear anything but when Clay ended the kiss, she was careful to keep her voice to a whisper as she asked, “Who was it? Do you think they’re going to tell someone we’re up here?”
    “A maid, it looked like,” Clay said, scanning the space around them over her head. “It didn’t seem like she was in a hurry to go tell tales. But just in case, we should find somewhere else to be.”
    “Let’s start on the third floor,” Harley said, breath still coming fast from a heady mixture of arousal and fear of discovery. “It makes sense that Jasper would be kept as far from the party as possible.”
    “There’s a staircase next to the greenhouse,” Clay said, taking her hand again. “I saw it on the house plans. It leads to the original living room and bedrooms from the 1800s. There’s a separate staircase for the new additions, but I think you’re right. Marlowe would want to keep Jasper away from any rooms where he might be spotted by people on the lawn.”
    Harley followed him past the tables and into an airy space filled with antique couches and chairs. She was dying to ask when he’d looked at the house plans and why she hadn’t been granted similar access, but she couldn’t afford to waste time arguing. She would have to chalk this up as yet another reason she couldn’t trust Clay and simply be glad one of them had knowledge of the house’s layout.
    The staircase turned out to be fairly wide for a nineteenth century home, with mahogany walls lined with moody, landscape paintings that probably cost more than the house she and Jasper had lived in on Ko Tao. The combined effect of the broody paintings and the roomy stairs made her feel exposed, vulnerable, even more so than she had in that swing, with her body bound and at Clay’s mercy.
    In the swing, she’d known that pleasure awaited her at the end of Clay’s erotic torture. Here, every step could be bringing her closer to a run in with Marlowe and swift, certain death. Her makeup and hair wouldn’t fool him. He’d take one look at her terrified expression and know her identity in a heartbeat.
    And then he would kill her and Clay and neither of them would ever see Jasper again.
    “Come here.” On the next landing, Clay spun her into his arms, cupping her breast through her dress as he kissed her neck. “I don’t know if I can wait. I want you so much. I could fuck you right here.”
    Harley whimpered softly as he rolled her nipple in circles through the thin fabric of the dress, even as her senses went on high alert. But this time, she heard no footsteps, felt no eyes watching them as Clay transferred his attentions to her other nipple, making her squirm in the circle of his arms.
    She was about to ask him what was going on when he answered her unspoken question—
    “There could be cameras,” he said as he pressed another kiss to her throat. “Just in case, I figure it’s best to make it clear to anyone watching why we’re snooping around. We’re just two horny partygoers looking for a room.”
    “Okay,” Harley whispered, nodding as he pulled away. “Good idea, but if you want me to be able to hold a clear thought in my head you could stand to be a little less convincing.”
    Clay’s eyes darkened and his hand drifted down to squeeze her ass hard enough to make her gasp. “We’re getting one of those swings. When you forgive