Dirty Secret Read Online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
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He's different than he's been before. The pretenses are gone. The bullshit is somewhere else.

It's just the two of us.

Me, in his hotel room, completely naked.

Him in all his clothes, but without something else. The shield he hides behind.

"Beautiful." His voice is an octave deeper. A tone I've never heard before tonight.

A tone that makes me shake.

"Turn around." His voice stays firm. Demanding.

My body obeys for me. I turn before I realize I'm doing it.

His fingers skim my hip. My ass. My lower back. He traces a line up my spine, then all the way down it.

Around my hip.

To the apex of my thigh.

He holds his hand there as he moves closer. Brings his body against mine, his cock against my ass, his stomach against my back, his lips on my neck.

He kisses me gently.

Then harder.

"Keep your hands at your sides." He scrapes his teeth against my neck. "And watch."

Before I can ask what he means—it's too dark to see a thing—he flips the switch.

The room illuminates instantly.

My eyes go to the full-length mirror.

The reflection of my body against his. My light brown hair falling over my shoulders and chest.

His hand, between my legs, so fucking close to where it needs to be.

Me, completely naked.

Him, still in his suit and tie.

Fuck. I'm on fire.

He holds me in place, one hand on my hip, my ass against his pelvis, as he brings his fingers to my clit.

He works me with long, slow strokes.

They're patient. Too patient.

"Please," I breathe.

"Please?" He scrapes his teeth against my neck again.

"Fuck me. Please."

"Not yet."

My body whines. "Please."

"Ask again and the answer will be no."

Fuck. I'm so desperate to be filled. I don't even understand it. What it means. How it will feel. But I know I need it. I need him inside me.

"Watch." He rocks into me again.

His cock grinds against my ass.

His nails dig into my hip.

His fingers glide over my clit.

Slow, steady strokes.

I watch him work me.

It's strange. I've never watched myself masturbate. I've never looked closely. But there's something about seeing his hand against me—

It's intense. I can barely keep my eyes open.

Then he brings his free hand to my chest, and I have to close my eyes.

He stops. Waits.

I suck a breath through my teeth. Push an exhale through my nose. No begging, no matter how badly I want him inside me.

I can't risk him stopping.

He needs to fuck me.

My eyes flutter open.

I watch Cam toy with my nipple. I watch him run his teeth over my neck. I watch him rub me.

He stays behind me, pressed against me, his cock hard against my ass, his slacks and boxers the only thing between us.

He holds me there as he works me, his thumb against my nipple, his fingers on my clit.

Those slow, steady strokes.

Then faster.

Faster.

There—

"Fuck. Don't stop." I breathe. "Please don't stop."

He stays at that same perfect pressure as he works me again and again.

And again.

He pushes me all the way to the brink.

My sex winds tighter and tighter.

Until I'm so taut it hurts.

Then he pushes me over the edge.

With the next stroke of his fingers, I come. My sex pulses. I groan his name. I force my eyes open.

So I can watch him work me through my orgasm.

Pleasure spills through my pelvis, down my thighs, up my torso, all the way to my fingers and toes.

Every part of me is awake and alive and every parts want him.

I'm satisfied and in need at the same time.

The more he gives, the more I want to take.

How is that possible?

Cam's fingers brush my hip. "Can you stand?"

"Kind of."

"Go to the bedroom. Sit on the bed. Wait."

"Wait?"

He nods.

"For what?"

"For me to decide you've waited long enough."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Cam

It's official.

I'm out of my fucking mind.

I'm not so far gone, I don't realize it. I still know I'm out of my fucking mind.

But I don't give a fuck.

Sienna is behind the plain white door, sitting on the bed, waiting for me. For whatever I want to give her.

If she was someone else, if this was something else—

I can't even imagine that. She isn't someone else. This isn't something else.

She's Sienna. The sassy loudmouth who gives as hard as she takes.

And this is—

I'm not sure what this is, but it's different. I care about her. I trust her.

I trust her more than I've trusted anyone in a long fucking time.

And now I'm here, risking that to get off.

I wash up in the bathroom in the hall. To make her wait. And get ahold of myself.

Yes, I'm going to fuck her.

Yes, I'm going to push her.

But it can't be the way it is with other women. I'm not sure I can stay in control with her, but I have to try.

She's brave and bold and strong, yes.

But she's never done this before. I don't want to hurt her. I won't forgive myself if I hurt her. This is already—



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