Slay King (Georgia Smoke #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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I gasped as he pressed his erection against my bottom. Nope, not fair.

“I know there are rules and lines,” he said against my skin as he brushed his lips close to my collarbone. “But I need you, sweets. It was a real fucking bad day, and I need to be reminded of the good. The exceptional. Please.”

I sucked in a deep breath and tried not to tremble when his hand cupped my breast.

“Just give me tonight. I need you.” The pleading in his tone was close to desperation.

What had happened that shook him like this? And how was I supposed to tell him no? I couldn’t when he sounded so vulnerable.

Slowly, I rolled over onto my back and stared up at him as he hovered over me. Those blue eyes searched my face. The haunted look that gazed back at me was my undoing. I reached up and cupped the side of his stubbled jaw.

What had happened today?

His eyes closed briefly, and he leaned into my touch. Lines were about to be blurred. I had set them in place to protect myself, but right now, all I cared about was helping him. Fixing whatever was wrong. Gone was the woman who had questioned his intentions. He was able to make me forget so easily.

No words seemed to be needed. It was as if he was reading my thoughts. The relief in his eyes was overpowered immediately by the man. The one who wanted me. The one who made me feel things I’d never known were possible. I had gone to sleep tonight, jealous. Of the woman he was with. I had even imagined that they would sleep together tonight. But he was here. With me.

King moved over me then. His knees on either side of my legs. I lifted my hips as he slid my panties down to my ankles, then tossed them aside. “Open your legs.” His tone was commanding, even in a hoarse whisper.

The intensity of his focus as I did as I had been told made me shiver. I’d missed this too. Being with him. How he made me feel.

“I want your pussy leaking with my cum again.”

A whimper escaped me as he stood up and discarded his boxers. His eyes never leaving my body. The way he looked at me made me feel as if I were the most beautiful woman on earth. While I knew that wasn’t the case, when I was with King, I almost believed it.

“Can you be quiet?” he asked, lowering himself over me.

I wasn’t sure. I blinked up at him, and he grinned.

“It’s okay, sweets. I’ll cover your mouth if you need to be loud. You can even bite my hand.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but whatever it was slipped my thoughts as King filled me with one hard thrust. His hand clamped down over my mouth firmly to muffle the cry that tore from me.

“FUUUCK,” he groaned near my ear, then rocked his hips and did it again.

My body bucked beneath him from the sharp sting of being stretched.

“You take my dick like such a good girl,” he snarled.

I lifted my gaze from his biceps flexing as he held himself up enough so that I could breathe to meet his eyes. There was a sinister gleam in them that shouldn’t excite me, but it did. Although I was completely willing, the way his blue eyes darkened as he held me down, muffling me, was thrilling.

He eased back slowly, then shoved deep inside me again, throwing his head back, displaying the veins standing out on his neck. I was mesmerized by the sheer beauty.

When his eyes met mine again, he gave me a wicked grin. “Fight me,” he said.

Fight him? What did he mean?

He moved his hand from my face and ran a finger over my bottom lip. “I want you to fight me, sweets. While I fuck you, bite me. Hit me. Get out all the anger, hurt, everything you’ve pent up. Take it out on me while I sink into you over and over.”

I stared at him. He wanted me to hurt him? I shook my head.

His hand fisted in my hair and tugged my head back until my neck was bare to him. “Every time you felt helpless, scared, terrified, and didn’t have the strength to fight back, do it now. Use me to get it out.”

A panicky tightness started in my chest. I didn’t understand this. The things he was talking about were things that he hadn’t caused. Why would he want me to use him to release that? And during sex?

“Why?” I choked out.

He jerked on my hair and lowered his face to my neck and licked it in one long motion. “It’s therapeutic,” he said, then licked me again. “You’ll release dark shit,” he whispered. “It’ll make me come so fucking hard.”



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