Shackled (Wicked Vows #5) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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“Oh God,” she moans as I build a rhythm.

“Let’s hear it,” I whisper in her ear. “What was your brother planning?”

I hold the blade still. She tries to force friction, but her position makes it impossible. I move it just a slight bit. She parts her legs and whimpers.

“I don’t know,” she says, but this time she won’t look in my eyes.

I shove the handle fully in, and her head falls back. I toss it to the floor, kneel in front of her, and spread her legs wide.

I’ve found my method of interrogation that just might work with her. I part her legs and slide my tongue between her pussy folds. I let the tip taste the tiniest drop of her arousal. I swallow, keeping myself in check with effort.

“Oh God,” she says, her wrists straining with the effort of keeping herself in place. She whispers a stream of something in Spanish I can’t quite identify, but I hear a few curse words mingled in.

I’ll break this woman, no matter what it takes—spanking, pain, sexual intimidation.

“What do you know? Who sent you?” Anger creeps into my voice. I realize it isn’t just her presence that’s a threat but the mental challenge she presents.

“I can’t tell you,” she says on a whimper. “Stop fucking asking me.”

I grip her thighs and nip her clit. She screams and shakes, but I don’t miss the way her pussy clenches around my fingers when I shove into her. I lick her, a slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue through her folds before I pull back and hold her gaze with mine.

“You know,” I say lazily. I shove my fingers in her core but hold them still. “Tell me what you know.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, shaking my head before I lick her clit again. “You can and you will. None of them know where you are, remember? There’s no one here to save you. No one to rescue you.”

Her eyes flash at me, and she clenches her teeth. “I don’t need a fucking man to save me.”

I chuckle. My breath on her thighs makes her skin pebble. “You’re naked and tied to chains in my basement. No tracker on you. No one who gives a fuck about where you are or what you’re doing.” I shake my head. “I don’t know why you’re holding out.”

“Maybe because I have nothing to tell you,” she snaps.

I spread her wide, swallow hard, and lick her again and again until her clit throbs and she’s moaning on the verge of climax. She bites her lip as if holding on for dear life.

“Why are you so afraid of the truth, mi querido jefe? Tell me, Lev. What happened to you?” She grins, her eyes glinting at me dangerously even as they water. “Who hurt you?”

She’s way too in control here. Goddamn, she’s naked and restrained in my basement. I’m the one who’s whipped her, threatened her, and brought her to the edge of climax with no release, yet the seductive purr of her voice and I’m hard as fuck.

Jesus.

I’m done here.

For now.

I’m both frustrated and intrigued by her resilience. I’m wary but curious. How can she stay so in control?

“You’re a fucking liar,” I say. I breathe against the sensitive, damp skin of her inner thighs. I lay the flat of my tongue along the edge, and she tries to roll to me as if silently begging for my tongue where she wants to relieve pressure. I spank her ass and hold her in place. “I am in control of this situation, baby. Me. Not you. You’ll do what I say. And since you haven’t given me any information…” I give her one more stroke of my tongue that makes her quiver before I lean back and stand. “You’ll have to be punished.” I shake my head. “This isn’t over. I will find out everything you know.”

I turn and walk away. I chuckle to myself at the sound of her scream of frustration right before the door to the workout room slams shut.

The woman is a threat, a ticking time bomb that could destroy everything we’ve worked so hard for. I won’t allow that.

She’s maddening… and intriguing. But above all, my duty is to my family.

She will remain a prisoner.

I will break her.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Isabella

The door slams shut, and my scream echoes through the dark, damp basement, still tainted with the lingering scent of sweat and iron. My wrists ache from the cold metal of the restraints, but the discomfort fuels my resolve. I refuse to be broken, not by Lev or anyone else.

Minutes pass. Hours. I wait for him and allow myself to imagine what he’s doing. Eating a steak? Watching a football game?

Jerking off to the image of my naked body suspended from his ceiling and the taste of my arousal still on his tongue?



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