Wicked and Ruthless – Soldiers for Hire Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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She whimpered against him. God, she’d missed him. So many times in the last two years she’d tried to convince herself that the desire between them hadn’t been that hot, that their connection hadn’t been that deep. The second his lips seized hers, Haisley knew she’d been lying to herself. The desire was stronger, eviscerating what little self-control she had.

A wave of dizziness assailed her. Her knees wobbled, threatening to give out, as she lost herself in him, because she believed that he—and he alone—would keep her sated and safe.

He tasted like testosterone, danger, ruthless hunger…and the sweetest memories. She’d grown up hating fairy tales because even as a child, she’d been too cynical to believe in everlasting love. Her father had skipped out on her as a newborn. Her mother had been devoted to her…but she’d ultimately chosen the danger of speeding a hundred miles an hour in her boyfriend’s sports car over her young daughter. And her aunt had never done more than seen to her food, clothing, and shelter. By high school, guys had seen her as a challenge, a conquest to brag about to the other like-minded douches. In college, she’d taken control and slept with hot frat boys and football players, having zero expectations beyond her own gratification. She’d resigned herself to believing that’s all “love” was…

Until Nash.

Touching him again was like basking in golden sunlight after two years in freezing rain. Haisley clung to him, wanting the moment to last forever. They couldn’t go back in time and fix the rough patches and half-truths between them. She was too afraid to zip forward, to the moment when their passion was spent and Nash would, no doubt, want to talk. But now was sublime. Now was everything. She intended to lose herself here, where she felt safe, happy, adored, and protected in a way no man had ever made her feel.

Suddenly, he wrenched from her. Haisley opened her mouth to protest. He couldn’t leave her. She’d burn alive.

But instead of retreating or putting professional distance between them, he cradled her breast and dipped his head, panting as he plucked her nipple in his inferno of a mouth. He pulled hard on the tip, sucking until she hissed in pleasure. God, she could feel his tongue tugging on every nerve ending between there and her clit, now throbbing for his attention.

As if he could read her mind, he shoved his hand between her legs, roughly covering her mound and delving his fingers between her folds where she needed his touch most. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So juicy. I swear I’ve thought of nothing but you since New Year’s Eve. I can’t stop.”

He poured his words, sweet like melted sugar, all over her. She craved more. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he vowed against her skin, his lips burning a trail up to her ear. “Do you hear me? I’m feeling this sweet pussy because it’s mine. It’s always been mine.”

“Yes.”

“It’s always going to be mine. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Haisley…” he growled in warning. “You know what I am to you.”

“Sir. Yes.” She nodded helplessly. “Sir.”

“Good.” He nipped at her lobe as his fingers swirled insistently over her swollen clit. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Close? She was on the edge, ready to come out of her skin, scream his name, and surrender everything in her heart to him again.

So, so dangerous…and in that moment she couldn’t care that they were on a collision course and the truth might ruin them forever. This—his possession, their passion, her devotion—might also save them, right?

“Baby?” he prodded.

“I need to come,” she whined. That was beyond honest.

“On my cock. I want to feel exactly how hard you come for me, so you’re only going to do it on my cock tonight.”

Haisley couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Nash rewarded her by shoving a pair of wide fingers inside her and filling her pussy that felt so very empty without him. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Upstairs, on the right,” she gasped. “I don’t know if I can hold out.”

With his free hand, he pinched her nipple as he twisted his fingers deeper inside her, rubbing her G-spot. “I’m not inside you yet. So you’ll wait.”

As if to enforce his will, he withdrew his digits and swept her into his arms, then began taking the stairs two at a time.

“Nash…” She wanted to weep at the loss of his touch.

He said nothing, just dashed single-mindedly for her bed, kicking the door open to her room, then tossing her onto the mattress. As she bounced, he pinned her down with one hand and ripped his fly open with the other. “Is there any reason I should stop? That I can’t fuck you bare?”

“No.” She was on the Pill.

He grunted like that pleased him…but the implications of her still being on birth control didn’t. Wouldn’t he be shocked to know that she hadn’t been interested enough in anyone since him to bother having sex? It was no surprise to her that he still didn’t want kids. He never had.



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