The Darkest Chase Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
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“Move for me, Talia. Let me see you suffer for your pleasure.”

A low, keening sound rips from my throat.

I tremble, fear clutching up in my stomach and chest.

But it’s that fear of something you want, if only you’re brave enough to risk it.

I know it won’t hurt. I know I’ll love the pain.

And after meeting his eyes for a few shivering moments, I move.

Just the slightest switch of my hips at first—only to freeze, tensing with a cry as his cock slips against my inner walls and sensation screams through me.

I feel like a raw nerve, too much stimulation, too swollen and sore already and now this, now this.

Yet stopping makes it worse, the flare of his cock head presses against that brutally sensitive spot deep inside me that feels like a trigger.

I’m afraid to move.

But I can’t not when I’m vibrating like a plucked violin string.

I’ve never had a clit this swollen in my life.

Teeth clenched, I shift again, rocking back, easing some of the pressure inside me but only making the other feelings worse as his friction hits.

Every imprint of his shape teases me while he stretches me out, carving the ridges of his veins into me, his pubic bone grazing my clit with vicious shocks.

I’m so ready.

So ready to break.

Again, a little thrust.

A small rock of my hips before I have to stop.

Again, again!

Each time wrenching a whimper from my throat and a boiling curse from his.

“Fuck, Talia. I’m going to fill that pussy up.”

The promise destroys me.

I have to squeeze my eyes shut because the way he’s looking at me on the edge feels like being devoured.

Yet even closing my eyes can’t hide me from the reality.

Micah’s gaze touches me everywhere, his long fingers holding me captive, his other hand sliding down to seize my ass.

The next time I move, he’s going faster.

He jerks me against him roughly, turning those tiny, controlled movements into a sudden rolling thrust.

I scream.

He catches my mouth and steals my breath, pushing his tongue in, dominating my lips in an instant.

Ruling my body as he moves with me, his powerful thighs flex under me as he pushes himself up to meet me and drags me down with him.

I’m nearly sobbing with the heat of it.

There’s a trembling moment when I could fall apart if my lungs give out, but I won’t let them when I need this.

I need him.

I need more while we’re writhing together, faster and desperate and chaotic as wild animals.

His teeth turn cruel against my mouth, biting me until my lips are as sensitive as my pussy.

He’s so bad, but so good to me, erasing the thin line between pain and pleasure.

Until I can’t stand it.

Until I short-circuit, becoming a bundle of live wires and coursing energy.

I’m thrashing and panting and losing the rhythm as the blinding pleasure takes control.

Tearing me apart.

Leaving me lost in this riptide lashing my body and this beautiful monster growling in my ear.

I’m fused to him so tight I’m nearly crushing him, my body somehow finding a way to take him deeper. Deeper than he’s ever been before, marking me inside in the worst and best ways, and then—

I feel it.

That moment he comes undone, his grip suddenly so much harsher.

His lips part with a guttural sound, half curse and all animal.

His dick surges, raw and rough and overflowing.

Everything I am mixes with Micah until we’re both a dripping mess.

Until we find each other where the waters meet.

Until we’re drowning together.

God, I really am drowning in him.

I’m in so deep I don’t mind his vast darkness or the nameless thing we’ve become.

I just know that after loving Micah Ainsley, there’s no earthly way I’ll ever be the same.

I can’t remember falling asleep.

I think I blacked out toward the end as I came down from my high.

Micah must have untangled our bodies and put me to bed because when I wake up with the morning sun stabbing through the window while my feet are numb from Rolf sleeping on them, I’m still with him.

Safely cradled in his arms and tucked under the covers with absolutely no recollection of how I got here.

Though my body remembers what he did to me last night.

…and the fact that I still have to walk up that hill today on foot.

Ugh.

Groaning, I burrow into Micah.

Just a little longer.

Just another minute before I have to go face Xavier Arrendell and pretend I don’t know the awful truth and hope that this time he’ll keep his grubby hands to himself. At least until after the first check clears.

“Stay put. My alarm still has about six minutes.” Micah’s voice drifts into my hair, gritty with sleep.

“I don’t think six more minutes will make us any less tired,” I whisper into his chest.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours. Totally,” I bite off.

His chest shakes against me in a muted chuckle.



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