The Bodyguard and the Bombshell (Masters & Mercenaries – New Recruits #2.5) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries - New Recruits Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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He was a greedy Dom. He wanted everything she had and wouldn’t accept less.

She was supposed to fight him, but her arms found his waist and tugged at the shirt he wore. It needed to go. The need to touch him was a desperate thing. A hunger she couldn’t deny.

He pulled back slightly and stared down at her. “You want the shirt?”

She nodded.

Nate took the sides of the neck of the shirt and ripped it off, the sound of fabric tearing sending a thrill through her.

It was dumb because she knew he could have easily pulled it over his head. Instead he dragged it off, and it was a useless thing. Like the shirt wasn’t important because she wanted something. She wanted him naked, and he would give it to her no matter the cost.

It made it easy for her to rip open her own blouse, the buttons pinging against the floor as they scattered around the dungeon. She tossed it aside, not caring where the fuck it went.

This was their paradise, and nothing could touch them here.

And she liked this game. Nate was staring at her, and she didn’t like how sure he was of himself. So she ran away again.

He caught her in moments and dragged her to the medical playroom, ripping her bra off and throwing it behind him.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered as he lifted her up. And up. She’d thought he was planning on taking her lips, but instead he forced her higher so he could suck a nipple into his mouth. He licked her nipple and sucked and then gave her a nip that had her writhing against him before switching to the other breast and torturing it, too.

He let her slide down his body, setting her on her feet. “No more running, Dais.”

But she was feeling every bit as savage as he’d claimed to be. “You want me, Nate. Earn me.”

She took off again, but he was on her in a second, dragging her to the ground. He pinned her to the floor.

“I’ll teach you not to run from me, sub.” One hand stayed holding her to the ground while the other ran up her leg, under her skirt. He cupped her ass, giving her a squeeze. “But first, I’m going to make sure you’re with me.”

“Of course I’m with you.” Where did he think she was?

Then she understood because his hand slipped between her legs and under the edge of her panties, one big finger sliding easily over her pussy. A low groan came from his chest. “That’s what I want. I want you hot and wet and fucking ready.”

She was. The need for sex was driving her. The need for him. “I’m ready. I’m so ready, Nate.”

“And yet, you still have a lesson to learn.” His voice had gone deliciously dominant as the hand that had softly stroked her withdrew, and she felt cool air on her legs as he shoved the skirt over her waist, exposing her. “These are going to have to go.”

He dragged the underwear down, but only to trap her thighs, holding her legs closed as he forced her ass into the air.

There was no question what was about to happen and yet when his big hand came down on her cheeks, she couldn’t help but shout out as the pain exploded against her aroused skin, heightening the sensation and giving it depth. She was bent over and contorted as he maneuvered her into the position he wanted, over one knee, his big leg acting like a brace, folding her in two as he slapped her ass without mercy.

She held on to his ankle, letting every smack flow over her, driving her higher and higher to a place she hadn’t thought she would be. A place she’d wanted to hide from him.

The physical pain shoved against the events of the day and suddenly she was crying.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d bottled up, how much she’d shoved down over the last several days. Weeks. Months. She’d been so fucking alone.

The sobs began, and then she was lifted up into the air. Nate managed to get her skirt and underwear off and cradled her naked body against his chest. She felt warm and safe, and it was okay to cry with him. He wanted her emotions. He wasn’t going to tell her she had fucking crazy eyes and she should see a therapist.

He’d wanted her here because he wanted to share the burden of what she’d been through.

Nate carried her through the dungeon, carried her up the stairs. She barely recognized they were moving, she held on to him so tightly.

She’d lost another job, been the one who worried her parents, who couldn’t do a simple fucking task, and now she might lose her family over the only good thing that had happened to her in forever. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.



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