Reluctantly His – Gilded Decadence Read Online Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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Until I watched Charlotte play, I thought I’d experienced the best and the worst life had to offer.

I was wrong.

Nothing had ever made me feel the way Charlotte did while watching and listening to her play cello.

Despite my intention to keep my hands off her, knowing everything about this was wrong, I couldn’t resist.

I had to have her.

I had to taste her again, like somehow kissing her was going to let me experience a fraction of the power she had when she was on that stage.

Her hands went to my shoulders, and I braced myself for her rejection.

“Are you mad?”

I tightened my grip in her hair. “Yes. Fucking insane.”

Why deny the truth? A man would have to be crazy to even contemplate what I was planning.

I captured her mouth again as I moved forward, shoving her against the wall, my hips pressing into her stomach, grinding my hardness against her intoxicating softness.

She wrenched her face to the side. Her lips were already swollen, with a hint of red around the pale skin of her cheeks and chin from the harsh scrape of my stubble.

I should feel like an asshole for marking her in such a course and common way, but I didn’t.

Her fingernails dug into my shirt. “We shouldn’t do this.”

That wasn’t a no.

And it was all the permission I needed.

I tore at the straps of her black lace gown like an animal, shoving the neckline down and exposing the top curves of her breasts. Pressing my mouth to her creamy skin, I feasted with open mouthed kisses as I grasped the lower hem and wrenched it upwards.

Her cool hand pressed over mine. “Reid, wait.”

My fingertips grazed her nipple as I pushed them inside her bra and yanked. When the dusky pink tip was exposed, I latched onto it, sucking so hard, she rose up on her toes.

“Oh! Oh, God.”

“That’s it, babygirl. Sing for me.”

As I reached under her raised hem, I forced her legs open wider by shoving at her ballet slipper-covered right foot with my heavy boot. Then I slipped my hand between her thighs, caressing the warm silk that covered her pussy.

Again, her hand reached down to stop me. “Reid, we can’t… someone might⁠—”

The tips of my fingers slipped inside her panties. “I’ll shoot the first person who dares open that door,” I growled against the curve of her breast.

The thin silk of her panties barely made a sound as I tore them off her and cast them aside.

Placing a hand under her knee, I pushed her leg up as I reached for the zipper of my pants.

In the back of my feverish mind, the more rational side of my brain cautioned that she was relatively innocent. With her sheltered upbringing, I knew for a fact she hadn’t had many boyfriends.

And judging by her reaction to my tongue fucking her pussy, none of those dicks had ever gone down on her.

“Have you ever had a pierced cock, princess?” I breathed against her neck, just below her jaw.

Her fingernails dug into my wrist as she tried to hold me back. “A pierced what?”

I ran my teeth along the edge of her jaw. “Cock, baby. A pierced cock.”

Gripping my painfully hard shaft, I pulled it out of my pants and slid it between her legs, wetting the head with her cream.

She shoved at my shoulders. “Stop!”

Misunderstanding her reaction, I thrust my hips forward, teasing her clit with the hard ridge of my cock and the smooth metal ring of my piercing. “Easy, baby. I promise you’ll like it.”

She struggled within my embrace.

I moved my hand from my cock to wrap it around her waist and lifted her off the floor. Swinging around, I laid her on the worn, red velvet sofa which had clearly been a prop from some forgotten opera performance.

The weight of my body pressed her into the soft cushions as I settled between her thighs.

“Get off me!” She cried as she kicked out.

Anger pierced my fog of lust. “What the fuck, Charlotte?”

My cock pushed against her tight entrance. Breathing heavily, I tightly reined in the impulse to just thrust to the hilt. Every cell in my body cried out for the warm solace of her body. For the chance to claim a piece of her spectacular fire for my own.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m not some low-class whore to be fucked on a dirty couch by some—by some⁠—”

Snatching her wrists, I pinned her arms over her head as I glowered down at her. Surprised I didn’t crack a tooth with how viciously I clenched my jaw, I rasped. “By some what? Lowly servant? Go ahead, say it.”

She stilled. “That’s not what I meant.”

My gaze narrowed. “Isn’t it? What’s the matter, princess? My hands too dirty for your precious, alabaster skin?”

After tucking my cock back inside my pants, I climbed off her as I zipped them up. Running my hand through my hair, I paced several steps away.



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