The Boss Pet – Dark Billionaire Romance Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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I slide her off my lap and stand her in front of me. She’s disheveled from all the squirming she’s been doing, and the pout on her face is worthy of a portrait all of its own. She’s beautiful like this, wild and resistant and completely out of her depth.

I am getting more turned on by the second. When I speak, my voice is thick with barely-veiled lust.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” I say. “Leave this bar right now, and never contact me again. Or stay, and face the full brunt of the consequences you just earned, you filthy little animal.”

“I’m not an animal.”

“No? Pity. I am.”

Charlie

Holy shit. I can’t believe this is happening. My ass is so damn sore. I feel as though I’ve been whipped to the point of not being able to take anymore. I never imagined being handled this way, but there’s a reason Marcus has the reputation he does.

He’s right about one thing, too. He is an animal. He is sitting in front of me in his shirtsleeves, a few buttons undone at the top of his shirt, his hair slightly messy. When did this all happen? How did he go from being a completely put together billionaire to a sexy-as-hell, roughed up criminal mastermind?

I can see the change in his eyes and in his face. It’s not just about messy hair. It’s more like he took a mask off and he’s letting me see a part of him he usually hides.

“Last chance to walk away.”

“Before what?”

“Before this.”

He reaches for me, snatches me by the wrist, and pulls me between his legs. This time, instead of putting me over his knee, he kisses me roughly, standing as he does, making me tip my head back as his mouth plunders mine.

I shouldn’t react to him with arousal, but it’s too late to stop myself. He’s a handsome man, and he’s a dominant brute, and I didn’t leave when he told me to. I stayed, because I want to see what he’ll do to me. I want to be able to make a full report of all the torrid, terrible things he does to me while he thinks I am a helpless girl with no friends in high places.

Kissing me senseless is his first port of call, but it is only the beginning. I half expect him to strip me naked, but he doesn’t do that. That would be a civilized thing to do, and just as he said, he is all animal.

He doesn’t undress me. He doesn’t take the time to do that. He turns me around on the bar, and he presses me face down across it. My skirt is already up and it takes less than a fraction of a second for him to pull my panties to the side. Not down. Not off. Just out of the way.

I feel a cock, his cock, pressing against my wet slit.

This is too much. This is too fast.

Or is it? I am wet, and that is the purpose of foreplay. It’s not like I could get any more physically ready for him to fuck me.

We’re not using protection. He’s not asking me if I’m on birth control. He doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. He’s doing precisely what he said he’d do. He’s using me like a filthy animal.

“Whipping your hot little ass didn’t improve your attitude,” he grunts. “Maybe you needed a fucking instead.”

A billionaire’s thick, hot cock is deep inside me. It’s been a while since I had sex, but he’s already making me feel as though I’ve never had sex before. I feel like a virgin, my tight inner walls stretched around his big rod. He’s an absolute monster, and it feels as though he can go deeper and deeper and…

I let out a whine of complaint as he pulls out, unexpectedly leaving me bereft.

“You like that cock, don’t you,” he says, satisfied. “You’re a hungry girl. You need to be fucked properly. You need to learn respect, and I think you’ll learn it on the end of my cock.”

He pushes back inside me, just a little, just the tip. It is a maddening intrusion, spreading me wide in a way that makes me want more, and that makes me whimper and have to potentially admit that I want this.

I was hoping I’d be able to tell the world that Marcus took me against my will, but my will has become absolutely twisted by him. I want him to fuck me. I want him to push that cock back inside me, and I want him to make me take it.

As if reading my mind, he pushes me firmly down on the bar, his hand twisting in the hair at the back of my head. He has full control of me as he starts to fuck me again, giving me exactly what I want, even when his suited hips meet my sore, welted ass.



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