Always Salty (Semyonov Bratva #4) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Semyonov Bratva Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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She snorted. “We both know that I’m not going to react normally, Dima,” she whispered. “I’m nervous, sure. I’m excited, absolutely yes. But I’m also a little bit crazy. So no, you won’t be getting a ‘no’ from me anytime soon.”

I leaned even closer, inhaling the scent of her between her throat and chin.

“This is about to get complicated,” I admitted. “Your brother’s married to my sister.”

“Maybe we just don’t tell them for a bit,” she teased.

“They’re going to know that something’s going on with us the first time they see us in the same room together, but I might be able to make it look like I hate you.” I chuckled.

She shivered as she leaned her head back, giving me more access to her throat.

I skimmed my tongue along the center, not stopping until I reached her lips, which I then devoured.

Only when we were both breathless did she say, “Let’s just be clear about one thing, though.”

Before I could pull back, she wrapped her hand around my dog tags and yanked.

I had no other choice but to move forward with them or risk them breaking.

She opened her mouth, and once again, I was kissing her silly.

When I pulled away, it was only far enough that I could rip her clothes off.

Her leggings hit the floor, followed shortly by her shirt, bra, panties and hair tie.

My pants, shirt, and underwear followed.

Only when she was completely naked did I roll us and pull her off the bed again.

Her naked body was plastered to mine as I moved us to the chair in front of the wall of windows in her bedroom.

“What do you do in this chair right here?” I asked as I sat us down, her plastered against me in my lap.

“I read,” she said.

“I haven’t seen you do that yet,” I mused. “Only throw clothes in it.”

She studied my face before saying, “I should be really freaked out that you have cameras in here.”

I tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear, and the curl popped right back out in front of her face.

“You should,” I agreed. “This is crazy behavior.”

“Crazy is my middle name,” she teased.

I pulled her naked body into my own, lifted her up just far enough that I could notch my cock at her entrance, and pulled her down using my grip around her waist.

She cried out, her eyes wild, as I filled her.

“Dima!”

My eyes closed as I savored her sweet heat around my cock.

“You are so tight,” I croaked.

She pulled away from me, leaning back by using her hands on my knees to circle her hips.

A smile lit her lips as she pulled a groan from my mouth.

“You are just big,” she breathed as she threw her head back and started to do a slow back and forth in my lap.

Movement out of the corner of my eye had me catching her hips and stilling them.

She groaned and righted herself, her eyes heavy, as she followed my gaze.

“Oh.” She paused as she caught sight of the window washers that’d appeared at the glass above us. “I forgot they were going to be here today.”

“They inform you when they’re coming?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She licked her lips. “So we don’t get caught having sex while they’re here.”

I grinned wickedly at her as I said, “They’ll get the show of their life today, then.”

“What…”

The window washer’s legs started to lower, and the ropes started to come down, and I caught the blanket off the end of the bed and yanked it to me.

I didn’t mind him knowing what we were doing, but I didn’t want him getting a perfect view of it, either.

The small blanket I tossed around our hips was practically see through, but she started to move before I could search for another one.

I tightened my hands around her hips and let my head fall back on the chair’s back, unable to stop myself from fucking her.

My hips drove up as my hands pulled her down.

The sound of our hips slapping filled the silent room just before the sound of rubber hitting glass followed.

My eyes snapped open as I looked through Keely’s crazy, curly hair to see the window washers on her room’s windows.

I knew they knew we were there, too.

Neither one of them tried at all to act like they weren’t watching, and some irrational urge goaded me to pull my gun out and shoot them both for seeing.

I didn’t, though I did pull her in closer and allowed my hand to slip down the crack of her ass to cover her from sight.

I glared hard, and all of a sudden both men found something else to focus on as they continued to clean the window.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered into my ear.

“Then come,” I urged.

She keened against my neck and her pussy locked down on my cock.



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