Devious Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #3) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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As I eat her without reluctance, I stroke my cock, needing to calm the beast before he loses all sense of normality. It’s as desperate to reacquaint with her greedy pussy as it was her mouth. I just need to exercise a little patience so I can ensure this romp is as two-sided as it’s ever been.

I won’t use her like that dumb fuck has the past three months. Vasily tainted her shiny exterior and pushed back her confidence to her pre-teen days. She’s lost, but I’ll help her find her way back if it’s the last thing I do.

“Oh god,” Polina moans when she spots what I’m doing in one of the mirrors. “That’s hot.”

As my pumps produce droplets of pre-cum at the tip of my cock, I suck her clit into my mouth. The sensation her moan rips through me is shocking—both intense and zapping, and brutally terrifying. It also confirms this exchange couldn’t have been controlled for a second longer.

Our hookup started with a pledge, but it is now driven by pure, unaltered need. We stroke, touch, and moan as one until Polina eventually embraces the earth-shattering climax threatening to steal her eyes from me for half a second so they can roll into the back of her head.

With a soft cry, she arches her back and comes. The blinding orgasm ends the rhythmic roll of her hips and fills the dining room with her throaty cries.

As her eyes return to mine, her eye contact once again a necessity, she gapes her mouth to suck in needy, lung-filling gasps of air.

Fuck, she’s beautiful when she comes.

The world fades, judgments don’t exist, and nothing but pleasure is on her mind.

As she grows hotter and wetter against my hand, my nose tickles the inside of her thigh. I’m desperate to eat her some more, to consume the pussy I starved myself of for six months so I could keep my word to my brother, but her climax is so violent it is almost choking, so I must wait.

I only like hearing her gag when she’s working my cock like she doesn’t have a gag reflex.

“Again,” I say when life returns to her eyes stronger and more powerful than before.

My lips rise against her sweat-dotted skin when she faintly nods.

I usually have to coerce another set of orgasms out of her.

This time, she comes willingly.

“But not like that. I want you inside me when I come.” When she shimmies her curvy backside across the dining table, I shove back my chair, giving her plenty of room to land in my lap.

As a memory of us fucking on an old wooden chair at her boutique streams through my mind, a brilliant idea pops into my head. “Stand and spin around.”

Polina hesitates for only a second before doing as asked. She’s naturally submissive in the bedroom, but she also trusts me.

It puffs out my chest even more than the ravishing visual of her naked in the mirror that stretches from the ceiling to the floor. Her breasts are perky, and her nipples are strained and begging to be touched. Her stomach is flat and without a single blemish, excluding the tiny mole on her left ribcage, and her pussy is bare and shining with evidence of her climax.

She is fucking dynamite, and I haven’t even taken in her cock-aching face yet, but you wouldn’t know that from the way Polina’s nose screws up when her eyes land on her naked reflection.

I don’t know what the fuck she is seeing, but it must be starkly different from what I’m witnessing. She looks horrified.

There are many beautiful women in the world, but stunning is too simple of a word for Polina. Perfection isn’t even quite right. She is flawlessly exquisite—a masterpiece too becoming of any man, much less one with as little to his name as me.

Yet here she is, in the dining room of my apartment, looking fucking ravenous even with the wish to hide her body flaring through her eyes.

Although I said earlier that today isn’t the day to push boundaries, the unease on her face leaves me no choice. This is about more than my grief and me.

This is about us.

“Knees.” My cock braces heavily against Polina’s ass when I drag her hair to one side of her neck before filling the gap with my face so she can see me without hindrance in the mirror. “Now, Polly. I won’t ask again.”

When she does as asked, her chest rapidly rising and falling, I push the dining table and several chairs out of the way like they don’t weigh a thing, before adding to my command. “Now crawl to her.”

My demand both panics and confuses her, but I know she didn’t hear me wrong.

Her thudding pulse announces that there is nothing wrong with her hearing.



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