Dangerous Rhodes (Billionaire Brothers #3) Read Online Aliyah Burke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire Brothers Series by Aliyah Burke
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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She obeyed. Mouth slightly open as she panted.

He lowered his gaze slowly as he took in the scrap of silk and lace between him and his destination. Wet. His woman was soaked. And he needed more. Settling back, he curled his fingers in the waistband and pulled. A small whimper escaped from her mouth as he dragged the material down her legs, snapping it when he would have had to move back in order to get them off her.

“I liked those,” she panted.

“I’ll fucking buy you a thousand more.” He pushed her legs wider still. Her rich heady scent filled his nose and he groaned. “Such a fucking pretty pussy.” He tugged her hips forward and pressed his lips to her inner thigh. “I want her taste coating my tongue as you beg for release. The release only I can give.”

“Hastings.”

“Yeah, Curls? I love that need dripping from the way you say my name. You’re going to be screaming it soon enough.” He gripped the back of one thigh, lifted it and settled it over his shoulder. “That’s a fucking promise.”

“Oh shit.”

He positioned her left thigh on his shoulder, a move that raised her position and pressed her pussy just where he wanted it. Against his nose and mouth. Another deep inhale.

“Mine, Curls. This is fucking mine, and I have to taste you again.”

She speared her fingers into his hair and tugged. “Need you, Hastings. Please.”

He claimed her clit in one swift move, sucking it deep into his mouth. Long pulls as he swirled and teased it with his tongue. Violet bowed into him, and he tightened his grip, unwilling to let this, her, go. He wasn’t even close to being done with the rich nectar that he lapped up like a man treated to his first meal in years.

Hastings growled at her when her hips twisted almost like she tried to get away. He locked his grip on her even tighter. “Stay.” A strong pull on her clit. “I can’t get enough of your taste.”

She whimpered, unable to shift because of his ironclad grip on her hips. But he craved more and he moved his right hand down to her pussy, desperate to feel that clench of her velvet heat around his fingers. His cock too, but that would be later. Right now, he needed to wring out a few orgasms from her.

“You’re so fucking wet. I can’t stop myself.” He traced her opening as he continued to lap at her.

“Hastings!” She dug her heels into his back, scrambling for purchase. “Please…”

He pushed the tip of his finger in only to slide it out immediately. “Patience, Curls. I promise, I’ve got you. I need more from you first. Come for me again, on my tongue, and I’ll give you more of this.” He slid in to one knuckle only to retreat again.

His cock hadn’t been so hard in his life and it fucking hurt.

A fresh rush of wetness coated his tongue, and he lapped it all up, her taste the most addictive thing on this earth to him. Slipping back up to her clit, he drew on it again as he slid his finger in her completely, curving to skim the sensitive walls of his own paradise.

“Fucking heaven, Violet. That’s it, give me everything.” He spoke around her clit, allowing the vibrations of his words to increase her pleasure. And his own hell.

Christ, her body locked on his finger, and he pushed another in to make it better for her, shoving deep as he could and curling his fingers into her, hitting her G-spot.

Like she’d not just come seconds before, a scream ripped from her chest as she bucked. Keeping his touch there, he sucked hard on her clit, unwilling to give her any quarter. He wanted her like this, at his mercy. Giving him all he craved.

This pussy was his and when he finished with her, she would know it. He lapped at her, taking all he could from her. Violet twisted her hands in his hair and he lifted his gaze to find her staring down her body to where he resided between her spread thighs, like he’d made her his own personal feast. He knew her wetness was on his face and beard. He didn’t give a fuck. He needed more.

“Fuck me.”

Yeah, he planned on it.

Chapter Eleven

Violet hadn’t stopped seeing stars. Hastings Rhodes remained between her legs, fingers still deep inside her pussy, fingers curved into that spot which, in her experience, most men couldn’t find with a road map and lighted signs pointing the way. Yet there he knelt, face wet with her, fingers deep inside her and that arrogant smirk on his face. But it was more than that. The hunger that he’d watched her with had turned into a blazing inferno.

No more containing it. The gate had been opened. His fingers lazily stroked her. Her internal muscles were going to be sore from clenching so hard. And so often.



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