Illicit Obsession (King of Ruin #2) Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: King of Ruin Series by Julia Sykes
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
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Even after experiencing ecstatic release in his masterful hands, the intensity of our chemistry still shocked me. He captured my soft gasp, his lips sealing mine in a tender, slow kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting me in long, indulgent strokes. He took his time claiming me, keeping me captive in his intoxicating kiss until he was satisfied that all the residual fear had floated from my mind. I melted in his arms, my body molding to his strong frame.

His palms skimmed my shoulders as he slid the thin straps of my dress down my arms. I shrugged out of the garment, allowing it to fall to the tiled floor. I pressed my bare body closer to him and tugged at his shirt, fumbling for the buttons without putting more than an inch of space between us.

He kissed me again with a low groan, and he quickly stripped off his shirt to reveal his powerful chest. I ran my hands over the hard muscle, reveling in the softness of the dark, masculine hair that dusted his chest. I explored lower, feeling his sculpted abs ripple beneath my greedy touch. When I reached his belt, I hesitated, suddenly shy and unsure. He’d stripped me naked, but I’d never touched his cock before. I’d seen his impressive erection when he’d fisted it in his hand and marked me with his cum, but I’d been tied to his bed, unable to reach for him.

I felt like an inexperienced teenager, uncertain of my skills. I’d never been with anyone other than George. I’d learned what my fiancé liked in an effort to make him happy, but I wasn’t sure how to please Massimo, my gorgeous savior.

My mouth watered for him, and my core contracted with need. A keen desire to bring him pleasure made my inner muscles clench, almost painfully intense.

“I want to see you,” I breathed against his lips. “I want to make you feel good.”

His long fingers ensnared my wrists, shackling me. My stomach dropped when he guided my grasping hands away from his belt. Rejection pierced my chest as he backed me up against the wall. He lifted my arms above my head. The coolness of the tiles contrasted with the heat that pulsed through my body, and I shivered with carnal anticipation.

“Stay.” He punctuated his low command with a light squeeze of my wrists, then released me.

I didn’t move; I barely breathed as he reached for his belt. His burning silver stare pinned me more effectively than his will, and I watched with rapt fascination as he stripped for me, revealing every stunning inch of his powerful body.

Muscles rippled and flexed as he moved with a grace that was incongruous with his imposing size. His cock jutted toward me, and the painful twinge of rejection loosened from my chest. He wanted me. The harsh line of his jaw conveyed the strain of holding himself back. He wanted to ravage me, but he exerted control over himself just as much as he’d dominated me by pinning me against the wall. I remembered the feel of his ropes around my body, the intoxicating release of being bound at his mercy.

Even though I wasn’t tied up, his will was potent enough to trap me exactly where he wanted me.

I didn’t have to worry about how to please him. I didn’t have to think about anything at all. Massimo was in control. The knowledge was heady and incredibly freeing. A slightly dizzy sensation soared through my body, making me feel oddly light, as though his intense stare was the only thing tethering me to reality.

He stepped toward me, his heat enfolding me. I arched into him, but I kept my wrists pressed tightly against the tiles. Resisting his command didn’t even occur to me; I had no desire to escape him.

“I need to see you,” he rumbled, eyes tight with concern even as they burned with lust.

He was still worried that I’d been hurt. No matter what the doctor had said, he needed to see for himself that I was unharmed.

My chest warmed. Instead of promising that I was fine, I nodded, consenting to his assessment. He wouldn’t be soothed by words alone, and I didn’t feel like challenging him. I yearned to make him content and calm. If that meant allowing him to strip me and inspect me, I would gladly submit.

I wore only a scrap of white lace to cover my sex: the indecent lingerie he’d purchased for me. For a moment, I expected him to tear it off and expose me roughly, but his touch was tender with aching care as he eased the underwear down my legs.

He dropped to his knees before me, his keen eyes roving over my thighs and back up to my navel. When he was satisfied that there were no visible injuries, he pressed a soft kiss to my clit. I gasped and bucked toward him, my body thrumming with anticipation.



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