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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Yet he doesn’t rush. He takes his time, moving behind me. Circling me. Taking everything in.

I bow my head. I hear the rustle of fabric as he removes his boxers. The bed dips under his weight as he climbs on, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive strength that makes me gasp.

"Spread your legs wider," he demands, his voice brooking no argument.

I obey, spreading my knees apart until I'm completely open to him. I’m wet, so damn wet. His fingers trail down my spine, making me shiver, before one hand wraps around to cup my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me moan.

"You belong to me now, Isabella," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm going to remind you exactly what that means."

“Let’s see what you’ve got.” I smile to myself, but my sass earns me a sharp slap.

I moan.

He positions himself at my entrance, and I feel the hard length of him press against my wetness. Without warning, he thrusts into me, filling me completely in one powerful stroke. I cry out as he sets a relentless pace, his hips slamming into mine with a force that leaves me breathless.

"That's it," he groans. "Take all of me."

I spread wider and lean my chest on the bed.

His hands move to grip my wrists, pinning them down as he pounds into me. The sensation is overwhelming. I fucking love the way he takes control. I can't move, can't think, only feel the intensity of his possession.

When he leans over me, his chest presses against my back, and I feel his hot breath on my ear again. "You're mine, Isabella. Say it.”

"I'm yours," I gasp, my voice barely more than a breathless moan.

"Louder," he demands, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.

"I'm yours, Lev!" I cry out, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm as it crashes over me.

"That's right," he growls, his own release imminent. "You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."

He thrusts into me one final time, groaning as he comes deep inside me. His grip on my wrists tightens momentarily before he releases me, his hands moving to cradle my body against his as we collapse onto the bed.

For a moment, we lie there, our breathing heavy and our bodies damp with sweat. Then he turns me to face him, his eyes softening slightly as he brushes a strand of hair from my face.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine in a surprisingly tender kiss.

I smile up at him, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I feel like he’s tugged a zipper down, and I’m completely undone.

“Lev,” I say softly. I want to tell him my plan. I want to tell him everything.

But I don’t. Maybe I’m not courageous enough yet. Maybe I need to get to know him more before I do.

Maybe…

“Mmmm?” he says, his eyes closed as if he’s ready for sleep. It’s been a long day.

We’re tired.

“Let’s get some sleep,” I whisper, my eyelids feeling suddenly very heavy.

I wonder what it would be like to really trust him. I wonder what it would be like… to experience real love.

His breathing slows. Mine matches his. I’m warm and comfortable, and the bed is so soft, I fall asleep.

I wake the next morning to Lev’s head between my legs.

Oh my God. Am I dreaming?

I find myself in a beautiful resort with the sunrise out my window and a white sand beach. The hottest man I’ve ever met is between my legs, worshiping my clit as if his life depends on it and I’m the queen who can grant him salvation.

“Hands above your head,” he commands in a low growl from between my legs, lest I forget he’s the one in charge. I immediately comply, my mind wandering to what he would do if I didn’t.

I’d probably like it.

Just for fun, I reach down and tug his hair. As if on cue, he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of my inner thigh. I yelp.

“What’d I say?” he growls. “Do I need to tie you to the bed and whip your ass before I make you come? Or are you going to be my good girl and come on my face?”

Oh shit. Oh hell. “I’ll be a good girl—this time anyway,” I say as sweetly as I can. He licks my clit lazily, stifling his own groan. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers reverently. “You taste delicious. I love this. My God.”

He licks me again and again. My hips jerk and spasm, pleasure washing through my lower belly. I’m warm and tingly, and I haven’t even come yet.

“You taste like sunshine and sex, like whiskey and sin had a baby.”

I giggle and bite my lip. “You’re so romantic, you weirdo.”

He bites my thigh again, and I scream.

“Now you’ve done it, bad girl,” he says, giving me a stern look. Shaking his head, his eyes are on fire. “Disrespecting your husband?”



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