Truly Madly Deeply (Forbidden Love #1) Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Love Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
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“Row,” she begged. Brushing her panties to the side, I fisted my dick, guiding it to her opening. It was glistening and pink, dripping down the hood just for me. I realized she was coming, panting and convulsing before I had even entered her. I pressed home deeply and all at once, meeting zero resistance—all sleek and velvety folds, wet and ready to take me. Her walls instantly constricted around me, milking my dick. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, giving in to the moment as I thrusted into her, grabbing the backs of her knees and hoisting her left ankle over my opposite shoulder to increase the friction.

Our moans echoed over the cliff and, realizing there could be people nearby, I placed one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Somehow, this ended up turning both of us on even more. I was hard to the point of misery, my cock spasming inside her.

“Getting too fucking close now,” I grunted, leaning down and uncovering her mouth, pressing a dirty, wet kiss to her lips.

“Me too. I feel like you lit a match inside me and let the heat spread everywhere. I love this.”

I love you.

I kissed her again, pushing deeper into her. She cried out, breathlessly clawing my arms as the orgasm sprinted through her. Just in time, as my own climax was rippling through my body, making goose bumps run all over my skin. I poured my seed into her, clamping my jaw to stop myself from goddamn whimpering. This woman brought me to my fucking knees, and I wanted to stay there for eternity so I could eat her out. I stayed inside her even after we both stopped trembling, our foreheads pressed together, our hot breaths fanning over each other’s faces. I was out of breath and out of my depth and fuck, I had not signed up for this. It was supposed to be scratching a decade-long itch. Nothing more.

The sound of a roaring engine purred from our left, signaling an approaching vehicle. Dot reached between her thighs, sticky from our cum, to rearrange her panties along her slit. She pushed down her skirt, reaching to tuck my half-mast dick back into my pants and button them. I watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, mesmerized.

“Please forgive me.” She cleared her throat, her big blue gaze clinging to my face.

“Already did, silly.” My eyes raked along her body to make sure she was all right.

“No, not only for what I did.” She shook her head. “But for what I might do in the future. I have the tendency to reject happiness whenever it finds me. A self-defense mechanism, I suppose. I don’t trust myself with a good thing, Row. And you? You are the best thing out there.”

Later that day, I hurled two garbage bags into the trash can outside Descartes.

I played the conversation with Tate in my head. His little speech hadn’t made my balls shake as he’d expected, but he had a point—I needed to decide what I wanted to do before wrapping shit up here. I was running out of time and keeping the entire town hanging in the air. Either I told him to fuck off or I signed the deal.

The alleyway was frosted over; a thin layer of ice covered the ground. A stack of cardboard was piled up against a fire hydrant. The sound of the heavy metal door of the back of the restaurant clicked shut. I groaned. I had locked myself out.

I began making my way around the pavement to the front entrance, my boots crunching the ice, when an arm wrapped around my neck from behind, yanking me backward.

My back slammed against a burly chest. I sank my fingers into the arms cutting off my oxygen supply, trying to pry them open, when a dark figure appeared before me. A tall, built person wearing black head-to-toe and a balaclava. The person behind me tied my wrists with zip ties, and the man in front of me grabbed my jaw, holding me in place before swinging his fist back with a sucker punch.

The metallic taste of blood exploded in my mouth. I spat a lump of it in the man’s face, a wry laugh leaving my lips. “You’re fucking with the wrong person if you think a little manhandling is going to change my mind one way or the other.”

The man in front of me reached for my neck, squeezing, fingers shaking. I instantly became lightheaded as the person behind me kept digging their knee into my lower back, while the other kicked me as hard as they could. “I’m selling, all right. And the ugly-ass mall and hotel are going to be a constant reminder that I screwed you over. Even if you kill me now, my family will go through with the deal.” This was true. My days of being bullied were over. By my father. By Fuckface. I was the master of my own universe.



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