It Hurts Me (Betrayal #4) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Betrayal Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Then he was on me like a bear crawling over its prey. His shirt was already off because he’d yanked it off while my hair covered my face like a mask. His hands pulled up my dress to expose my bottom as he crushed his mouth to mine, swallowing my moans with his demanding lips.

Just when I thought this man couldn’t be sexier.

“Theo…” I was lost in the passion, and he wasn’t even inside me yet. My nails clawed at his muscles and his hot skin, and my knees squeezed his hips.

He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and yanked down the front so his cock could come free. My dress was left on, pushed up so the bottoms of my tits were exposed. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, probably having those foil packets in all of his jeans and jackets so he was always prepared for the women who wanted to whisper his name the way I did.

He had to stop everything to roll on the condom, his big dick requiring the use of two hands. Our world came to a grinding halt, and while it built up the anticipation, I’d prefer no pause at all, just the two of us together.

When he was secured, he moved over me again, his tip sinking into my entrance with little resistance because I’d been wet since dinner, wet since the moment I’d seen him. All he had to do was sit there and look at me, and I melted like butter over a warm baguette. His dark hair, his dark eyes, the way he seemed not to give a shit about anything.

He sank fully inside me, the plunge slow and easy so my body could accept his gift. A low growl left his lips when he plunged inside me, like it was the first time he’d had me, even though he’d already had all of me more than once. He took me in the same position almost every time, his heavy mass on top of me, his mountain a shadow over my river. But he seemed to like it this way, to have our eyes locked together like lovers in another night of passion. He did all the work most of the time, but he seemed not to mind it, like he was grateful just to have me, like whatever he could have was taken with gratitude.

When I was the one who should be grateful.

Bolton had ripped the foundation from underneath me, and I’d been in free fall ever since. The only moments I ever stopped were the instances when Theo caught me with his big hands and paused time for a night or days in a row. The chaos and turmoil quieted, the world stopped spinning, and all I could see was this gorgeous man who looked at me like I was his equal…and sometimes his superior.

I lay in his big bed under the soft sheets while he showered. The water ran in the bathroom, audible through the crack he’d left in the door. It almost sounded like rain, soft enough that it acted like a lullaby. My eyes grew heavy and started to close more than once, but I stayed awake, waiting for him to join me.

Minutes later, he came to bed in a new pair of boxers, his skin smelling like soap, some of his hair still slightly damp. He pulled back the sheets and brought heat to the bed the way a fire warmed a room. He didn’t hesitate to cuddle with me, to hook his big arm around me and pull me close, to bring me right up against his flames without catching me on fire.

I stared at his hard face, his jaw covered in a distinct shadow from his thick hair. He hadn’t combed his hair, so it was a little messy, and some of the ends were still damp because he’d rushed it with a quick towel dry.

His eyes closed for a while, but they opened again, like he felt my stare.

I met his look, seeing those brown eyes turn still like the earth, quiet and confident. He asked a question without moving his lips.

“I swear I’m not trying to be nosy⁠—”

“I didn’t sleep with her.”

“But she tried to sleep with you…?”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“Is it?” I asked, eyebrow raised. “Someone either tries to sleep with you, or they don’t.”

“Why does it matter?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He wasn’t mine, so I couldn’t be jealous of anyone for any reason. I had no idea what he did when we were apart, if another woman occupied this bed in my absence. “But I guess I’m curious. You said Axel was your brother.”

“He is.”

“Then did you know Scarlett before he did?”

He gave a quiet sigh like he just wanted to go to sleep. “No. You want the full story or just the headlines?”



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