Hot For Her Ex-Con – Dark Desires Read Online Lena Little

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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
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“You sure about this?” I ask her, gripping her wrist gently before she gets out.

There’s a flash of hurt in her eyes, but only until I make my case clearer for her.

“I meant what I said, Allison. About this being destiny.”

“I know,” she squeaks, still unsure about my curious habit of sounding like a mental case who’s eaten a crossword puzzle. She sets me at ease with a gentle but greedy peck on my lips.

She’s learned fast how to tame me, but there’s more than just kisses I want from her. Destiny is a forever thing, but where are my manners?

We haven’t even checked in.

The interior makes me cringe with an almost apologetic glance to Allison once we’re at the front desk. Front cage, really. The thick security grille and the equally thick-looking manager kinda remind me of somewhere I’m all too familiar with.

And if it wasn't for tonight being courtesy of Mr. Dipshit from number sixteen, I’d probably wince at the prices too.

“Thirty bucks per half hour or two hundred the night. You mess it up; you clean it up. No guns, no drugs.”

I hand over the money gladly. Even if it was mine, I’d pay a thousand times that for a night alone with Allison.

There’s no doubt in my mind she feels the same way.

So… What if she says no? What if she just wants to kiss?

Okay, so there’s always an element of doubt in my mind when it comes to handling people, but Allison’s different. I just know she is.

“It’s nice!” Allison squeals, covering fresh nerves with pretend excitement once I let us into our ‘deluxe’ double suite.

“Trust me,” she reassures me, making a beeline to check out the attempt at a bathroom adjoining the wood-paneled room. “This is fancy compared to where I was staying. Before I⁠—”

“Why did you come back?” I interrupt her, but much like my own story, the full version of hers is something she wants to tell me all about. After.

I don’t mind when she ignores the question. It’s clear what we need to do next. Both of us move slowly towards each other, pulled by the same force that brought us together.

For all the crumminess of the room, all the trouble that’ll no doubt come from all of this, I feel like the guy on that billboard ad all over again.

Only this time, I’ve got her. I’ve got every reason to feel there’s a better place for me than prison.

Having her fall into my arms is the best place to start.

CHAPTER 6

Allison

Ahotel room is a masterstroke idea from Killian that eerily fits in with his constant idea that all this is somehow ‘destiny’.

There’s other words for it, too, like larceny, grand theft auto, kidnapping… But who am I to judge? Not when there’s this much positive attention from him on me.

If his staying in my room makes him like this all the time, then we might see about having him chained to the wall permanently.

I’d gladly go to my room as punishment anytime if that were the case.

The chemistry set between us is hastily unwrapped, but we both take some time to study each other every step of the way. It’s more like déjà vu or something, feeling like we’ve known each other forever somehow, and we’re just remembering how crazy we are for each other.

Killian surprises me with a kind of methodical tenderness mixed with finding out how tight he can grab and squeeze me until I’m making the right sounds. My own hands seem tiny against his huge chest and shoulders, but running my palms flat over everything I can reach makes it more real by the second.

His low groans match every one of my little mews and helpless-sounding whimpers. I’m not putting it on, either. Killian really does turn me into a puddle of mush at fifty paces. Having him on top of me, gripping me like this, it’s like having that feeling dialed so high the knob comes off.

I saw plenty of his lower half earlier, but Killian’s upper body looks like he’s done nothing but press-ups and crunches every waking moment.

It shouldn’t surprise me, given his size, but seeing and feeling a man so hard, equally hard everywhere else?

It kind of surprises me in ways I never knew I could feel so surprised. That and the strength he has. Lifting me easily once I’ve shimmied out of my jeans, my legs hooked around his waist. All of him feeling as firm and rigid as his thick, hot dick I feel prodding my thighs and then my ass until his engorged head brushes my already quivering pussy.

“Allison…”

The rasped, half-growl of my name in my ear, followed by his mouth kissing down my neck, is my limit. The man hasn't even done anything, really, and I’m ready to come a river right fucking now.



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