Free The Dom With the Perfect Brats by Leia Shaw, Cari Silverwood, Sorcha Black Page A

didn’t need one of those in her life. She doubted they were monogamous by nature and even though she was only looking for a fling, her heart couldn’t spare another break. She’d just have to show him she had a mind of her own. Maybe she’d try kissing a girl again but no way was she getting bossed around by him.
    Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she told him, “You’d get further if you asked nicely. And if you used my name.”
    He stared at her in such a way that she had to fight the impulse to take a step back. Finally, his face relaxed and he chuckled. “You need to be put over someone’s knee.”
    What? Before she could give an indignant reply, he gestured to the spot next to him.
    “Would you please do me the honor of sitting beside me, Gemma girl?”
    She took in the amusement in his dark eyes and, even though the tone was sarcastic and he still used “girl”, it would have to do. With a sigh, she took a seat.
    “There,” he said, angling his body to face her. “Was that so hard?”
    Her pointed glare only made him laugh. “Now what’s this mission you and Trouble are concocting? Or should I say scheme?”
    She bit the tip of her nail, a habit when she was nervous. “I’m supposed to tell you our decision.”
    “Decision about what?”
    “About what you said.” She bit another fingernail, harder. “Last night.”
    He shifted and his thigh touched hers. Should she pull away? Part of her wanted to scoot closer.
    “And what did I say?”
    He wanted her to repeat it? Ugh. Why did she have to be the messenger again? He had to know what she was talking about. This was a tease. A small fire lit up in her chest. Again, she had to prove she wasn’t one to be messed with.
    “You know what I’m talking about,” she snapped.
    “Yes, but I want to hear you say it.” He was completely unapologetic.
    She growled. “You just like seeing me squirm.”
    “That was cute. Do it again.”
    “Do what again?”
    “You growled. It was adorable.”
    How could he make her so frustrated in only a few minutes? She rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up.”
    He placed his heavy hand on her thigh. “Careful, girl.” It was a warning. One that would’ve made a weaker girl quake and take heed.
    But she was in fight mode now. She almost didn’t react to his hand resting in such an intimate spot. Almost. She stifled a shudder. Damn her for wearing her shortest shorts today. Skin on skin. She felt like melting into the bench. She stopped herself from letting out a throaty moan. Control yourself .
    “I came here to tell you Izzy and I agreed to share you but now I’m reconsidering my involvement,” she told him grumpily. “Maybe I’ll just toss you to Izzy to deal with.”
    “Smart girl. Run now while you’re not tied up.”
    She gulped. Tied up? Like she did to Sean? No, thank you. Instinctively, she looked for an escape.
    He narrowed his eyes at her. The hand on her thigh tightened, like a reminder he was in control. “You’ve been tied up before.” It sounded like an accusation.
    She shook her head.
    “Don’t lie to me.”
    How could he flip from casual amusement to such dominance so quickly? Dominant! Yes, that was the word she’d been looking for earlier. Men in charge were called Doms.
    “Are you a Dom?” she blurted then immediately kicked herself.
    His knowing smile grated on her. “Ah. I knew you knew something.”
    “Fuck.” She sighed and sat back. Now she’d have to go through the whole embarrassing story again. “I don’t know a lot. The only experience I have is my ex-fian cé trying to...” The words got stuck again. Her face heated. It was hard enough to say it out loud to Izzy. For some reason, Cross was even worse.
    “Your fiancé wanted to get kinky in the bedroom?”
    She nodded, staring at the ground. Maybe they could do this as a guessing game.
    “Did he try to tie you up?” he asked.
    A picture formed in her head. Her, tied spread-eagle on her bed, Sean standing over her