The Gamble Read Online Donna Alam

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
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He grunts as he parts my flesh, dragging two fingers through my wetness. “Is this the kind of relief you need, princess? Fuck.”

“Yes!” My body twists under his touch, the relief sublime, yet not enough.

“Because no one else gets to touch you. This tight little body is mine,” he commands, pressing two long fingers inside me.

“Not,” I whisper as my hips buck, chasing his touch.

“Fucking mine,” he rasps, painting my arousal over my clit. “You get off on making me jealous.”

In the mirror, those feline eyes darken. My body bucks as he pinches my clit.

“Oh!” I swallow, my throat parched. “Oh!” Who knew that would feel so good?

“You’re trying to drive me fucking insane.” He fucks me with his fingers again and again. “And you excel at everything, don’t you, princess?”

If only he knew.

“You get off on tormenting me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” My answer is all breath and want as he plays me like a well-tuned instrument.

“Too late for that. Because this doesn’t feel fake. It feels wet and hot and smells so fucking fragrant.” My eyes meet his knowing ones in the mirror. “It feels like mine, princess. Like fucking ownership.”

You can’t own people. My own words float into my consciousness.

I was right—you can’t. But bodies, those you can own.

And he does.

“Oh God. Please,” I whisper, as he works me with such exquisite expertise.

“That’s it, yes. Beg for it. I am way too busy trying to keep up with you to go chasing other women.”

“Swear it,” I demand quite suddenly. “Swear that you won’t fuck anyone else while you’re with me.”

“You want me to be celibate?” A rough sound emanates from his throat as I begin to undulate against him, stuck between his exquisite touch and his rock-hard cock.

“You don’t think I’ll be worth it?”

“Princess, that would have to be one excellent fuck. Make it worth my while. More than ifs and maybes. What have you got to negotiate?”

“No, not that.”

“You checking, princess?” His fingers grip my chin, twisting my face to meet his. “No. You always take the bet.”

“Just make it good and I might let you fuck me again.”

“You know it’ll be good.” His kiss is quick and savage. “And you’re so fucking hot for me, it won’t happen just once.”

“Big talk.”

“The more you deny it, the more your body demands. Why is that?”

“I make it a rule n-not to offer explanations to people.”

It tends to give them the impression they’re allowed a say over my life.

I fall forward and close my eyes, my whole being reduced to nothing but sensation.

“Think of it,” he whispers, his tone velvety and seductive, as his thumb begins to strum. “Twelve months of driving me crazy for this pussy.”

I feel myself smile. Maybe I like the sound of that.

“Open your eyes.”

In the mirror, his dark expression is resolute.

“Watch me, princess. Watch me get you off. Make you cream all over my fingers. You might have a mean mouth, but your pussy is sweet for me.”

Shock and desire and need ricochet through me, echoing through my bones.

“I’m not—” sure what’s going on. But I want every dirty threat he throws my way.

“This is all mine. This sweet cunt belongs to me, do you hear?”

“Oh God.” I reach back again, pushing my hand between our bodies.

“No.” Catching it, he fastens it to my waist. “Not yet. Not until you’re aching for it.” Under his touch, my body writhes. “Here, princess,” he says with a deep thrust of his fingers. “Here’s where you want me. Riding you. Filling you.”

“Yes!” My throat feels parched—as though I’ve been running. “Yes, Raif. Yes!”

“I’ll make it so fucking good for you.” His body bends forward, mine with it as I press my palms to the stone, shuffle my feet wider as I arch my back. Right here, and right now, I know he wins. I’d let him do just about anything as my body begins to spasm. As he pushes me, forces me, over that sharp edge. And all the while, he whispers how I’m a good little girl, taking his fingers like this. How he can’t wait to feel my insolent little mouth around his cock. How crazy I make him and how he’ll get his revenge when he fills my pretty pussy until I can’t take it anymore.

So dirty. So wrong. And I want it all and more as I cry out his name, riding a wave of pleasure so exquisite, I see stars behind my closed lids.

I come to with my cheek plastered to the stone, my breathing ragged, and my eyes fixed on Raif’s outspread hand. I begin to stand, my legs feeling like rubber as I brush the bird’s nest of hair from my face with the back of my hand.

His smile quirks in the corners of his mouth as he pulls a couple of strands stuck to my cheek. I think I might be temporarily mute be presses a kiss to my neck. I make a sound of contentment.



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