Coerced Wife (New York Underworld #2) Read Online Charmaine Pauls

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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I can’t take it anymore. I twist around, and he lets me. Grabbing hold of the waistband of his jeans, I yank him closer. I’m on my knees, popping the button and pulling down the zipper while he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He teases the tip with his teeth as I push the jeans over his hips. He lifts his ass to make it easier for me to free his cock. He’s thick and hot in my hand, and I’m impatient to feel him inside me, but I crawl down his body and get rid of the jeans first. They fall on top of my sweater, my laptop buried somewhere underneath.

I kneel between his legs, shoving back my hair and lowering my head to taste him.

“Come here,” he says in a husky voice, dragging me closer with his hands around my waist.

He pushes the leggings over my hips, fumbling in his haste. I slap his hands away and finish undressing myself, impatient to feel his naked skin on mine. Our mouths clash in a brutal kiss when I straddle him, his cock caught between my folds and his stomach. The urge to move is too great to go slow. I tilt my hips forward and rub against him, breaking the kiss. A feral growl tears from his chest. Before I can blink, he lifts me with his hands on my middle and impales me with a single thrust.

My pussy quakes at the sudden stretch. It’s too much and not enough. Leaning forward, I burrow my face in his neck and inhale his spicy, male scent. His hands are warm on my back, holding me close while my inner muscles adjust.

When I’m ready, I move, but he’s in control tonight. He holds me in place while he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in.

Another moan tumbles from my lips right into his mouth as he kisses me so hard that our teeth clash. He sweeps his tongue over mine, stroking the depths of my mouth before he sets my lips free and anchors me with a heated blue gaze.

I grasp his shoulders for balance. Easy or gentle isn’t in the cards. He quickly finds his rhythm, bouncing me on his lap as he goes for hard and fast.

My nails cut half-moons into his skin. My back arches. Unable to keep up, I simply hold on. The pleasure builds like sparks under my skin. It coils through my insides, our timing perfect as always, but his cock thickens inside me before I can find release. His body goes taut. He clenches his jaw and holds my gaze as he comes inside me, letting me see what I do to him.

He’s still hard when he pulls out.

“You’re going to hold in every drop I spilled in your pussy.” He takes my wrist and moves my hand between my legs. “I want my cum to fill you until I tell you to let go. That’s a good girl. Now lie back for me, tesoro, and spread your legs.”

Shivering with need, I want to please him. I fold out my knees and lower my back onto the mattress before straightening my legs with my hand between them.

“Good girl,” he praises again, kneeling next to me.

He traces a nipple with a finger, making my skin contract. He continues to draw circles around the tip until he’s teased it back into a painfully hard point. Then he does the same with the other nipple.

My breathing is strained. His teasing only makes me wetter, and with his cum inside me, I somehow feel fuller, as if there’s a strange pressure deep inside.

Staring down at me, he observes me with something dark and depraved burning in those icy blue eyes. “Do you trust me?”

I still at the question.

There’s something loaded about it. It’s like an underlying current that makes still waters dangerous. My fingers go slack on my folds. He cups my hand, applying pressure and showing me what he wants me to do.

“Do you, Anya?”

Do I trust him with my life?

Not completely.

Do I trust him with my heart?

Not at all.

Do I trust him with my body?

Utterly.

He’s proven time and again that he doesn’t want to hurt the baby, that he wants me healthy and happy. Well, as happy as I can be in our twisted situation.

“It depends,” I say.

“Right here, right now, do you trust me to take care of your pleasure?”

I don’t have to think twice about that. “Yes.”

His voice drops an octave, hunger resonating on the deep, raspy timbre. “I’m going to tie you up, and I won’t untie you until you come for me, even if you beg.”

My heart starts racing, and the reaction isn’t negative. I can’t deny that the thought of being so helpless beneath him scares me, but that only makes me burn hotter.



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