Vengeance is Mine (Mafia Brides #2) Read Online Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Brides Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“Fuck, Lula. You will be the end of me.”

That’s the idea. I sink my fingers into his hair, bare my teeth, and nip at the vein stretching from his neck to his shoulder. His winter scent swirls around me. Before I can bite him fully, he tugs my head up by my hair, and the sting in my scalp is enough to make me cum again.

Victor’s voice rings savagely in my ears as I convulse, squeezing down on his dick like the orgasm turned my inner muscles into a vice. He sets me back on the counter, pulling out. His shirt’s torn open, his hair disheveled from my fists, and there’s a red mark on his neck from my teeth. His own mouth is contorted into a snarl. He doesn’t look like we’ve been making love. He looks like he’s been in a fight.

He backs away slowly, his dick bobbing in the air. Come, he gestures, and I do, stalking after him, further tearing my dress so I can strip it off as I go. Naked in nothing but stilettos, I wait until he’s reached the bedroom before dropping to my knees. I crawl on all fours, my body swaying sinuously all the way to the bedroom. My breasts swing, the necklace dangling between them. I keep my head up and my gaze on Victor so I can savor the blue flame burning in his eyes. I prowl like an animal on the hunt, like an obedient pet, like a submissive safe in her Dom’s control. My humiliation and his happiness are a delicious heat that warms me through and through.

He sits on the end of the bed to wait for me, pulling off his shirt and baring his chest. Miles of pale, sculpted muscle, pretty enough to make Michelangelo weep. I crawl to him, mouth watering at the sight of him and his gorgeous dick, but I don’t get to play. As I’m reaching for his cock, he wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me up to meet his mouth. His fingers dig into my throat as his lips sear mine, whispering promises of pain and pleasure. My body aches, my gaze darkening until I’m blind with need for him.

I push on his shoulders so he lies back on the bed, and I climb him. Bracing my palms on his hard pectoral muscles, I set my entrance over his erection and plunge down.

My necklace bounces as I ride him.

His hand collars my throat, controlling my movements even as I’m on top. “Mi kama. My weapon. My sharp-tongued sword. Fate forged you for me.”

“A sheath for the dagger. A dagger for the sheath.”

“You belong to me.” He snaps his hips, driving into my depths.

“Yes.” I rock over him, accepting the pain as he batters my insides. I dig my nails into his pale shoulders, willing to scratch him bloody. “And you to me. Because. . .” I hesitate, the words so sharp, so real, they cut. My heart aches like a bruise.

But Victor shows no mercy. “Say it.”

“I love you.” And it’s the truth.


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