Caging Kat Read Free

Damn!  
    The night hadn’t been a total wash, she had to admit.  She had a diamond tennis bracelet worth at least ten g’s stuffed in her bra, and a ruby necklace with platinum and diamond accents hidden in her sock.  The first she’d swiped out of a woman’s purse in one of the powder rooms.  The second, right off the chick’s neck where she was passed out in one of the fifteen bedrooms.  Twenty thousand dollars, give or take a few.  Not enough for a new house, but enough to tide her over for a while. 
    It was a shame she hadn’t managed to get her hands on the choker she’d caught sight of in the ballroom, worn by the woman Mr. GQ had claimed was Athena.  But when Kat had snuck up on her near the bar, the woman had whirled around and snarled a warning in what sounded like Greek; her eyes had flashed gold – not as striking as the crimson flames of Ares’ gaze, but intimidating enough for Kat to half run in the opposite direction. 
    The entire affair was completely fucked. 
    “Making progress, sweetness?” Ares’ smug voice interrupted her silent bitching.  She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, one hand braced against the wooden frame over his head.  His vest was gone, and so was his mask, revealing a regal, aquiline nose and graceful cheekbones.  Oh, the man was just lickable.  Never turn down an opportunity for a good time , her mother had always said whenever she’d introduced Kat to a new beau, which was about twice a week.
    She scowled. 
    “You know what they say, doll,” he took a step towards her and crossed his arms over his chest, highlighting his pecs in such a way that Kat was tempted to reach out and catch one of his perfectly crafted nipples between her teeth.   
    Would being this man’s eternal sex slave really be all that bad?   “That accepting a wager with a man who thinks he’s a Greek god is stupid as hell?”
    He cocked his head to one side.  “Haven’t heard that one.  No, they say that sometimes the best way to solve a problem is to take a step back from the situation.  Take a break.  Perhaps the solution will present itself.”
    “Take a break?  Alright, pass me a cigarette and I’ll take a break,” she held out her hand.
    He grabbed her wrist and jerked her forward.  She slammed into the solid surface of his chest, and his other hand snaked around her waist to hold her firmly against him.  “You really are a backwards little girl, Kat.”
    “Am I now?”  She made a half-assed attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. 
    “You smoke after the mind-numbing orgasm, sweetness, not before.”  His eyes were burning – literally.  The flames within them leapt and danced.  Kat was lulled by the movement.
    “Tempting,” she managed to gasp.  “But I’m busy.”
    “Just the one for now,” he countered, and his arm moved lower to knead the flesh of her ass.  “The multiples come later.  You agreed to take a break.”
    “Mr. GQ, I like my men—”
    “Fast, hard, and gone by sunrise?” he quoted.  “I know.  And I like my women tied up, at my mercy, and screaming my name.  You know what they say about opposites, don’t you?”
    “You’re a bastard,” she seethed.  “The diamond is not here.”
    “I told you, sweetness, I don’t lie.  It’s here.”
    “I’ve searched every fucking corner of this house!” she raged.
    “No, you haven’t,” he arched an eyebrow at her. 
    “I have so!”
    “Then you need a break before you try again.”  That devilish hand had left her ass and was creeping around her side, grazing the sensitive flesh near her breasts.
    “I don’t want a break,” she said.  Her nipples were so hard it was painful. 
    “No?”  He twisted his body ever so slightly and her breasts rubbed against his chest. 
    She tried to trap the moan before it escaped her lips.  Christ, she was already getting wet and he’d barely touched her.  She realized he’d released his grip on her wrist, and her arms