Wicked Prince (New Orleans Malones #3) Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: New Orleans Malones Series by Laylah Roberts
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
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“Safeword?”

“The word I gave you so you could stop everything if you got scared or were in genuine pain.”

“Genuine pain? The spanking will be painful!”

“Yeah, but it’s something you’ve earned,” he muttered.

“You suck.”

“Nah, eventually that will be your job.”

“Maxim! That was terrible!”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. More than happy to return the favor.”

“You are not doing that to me!”

“Has anyone ever eaten you out, Rainbow?”

The way she stiffened told him his answer. Interesting. He’d often wondered if she wasn’t very experienced. But now might not be the time to press her. She was about to bolt, and he hadn’t yet given her the spanking she was owed.

“That’s all right . . . I like being the first. Now, onto your rules and your spanking. Press your ass out a bit. And widen your legs.”

“Maxim, I don’t know.”

“You trust me?”

“I barely know you!”

“You’ve known me for over five months, baby. And that wasn’t an answer to my question. You trust me. You let me into your apartment. Let me look after you. Got into my car of your own free will. You trust me.”

“You bullied me into your car the first time. I got in to stop you from getting punched in the face by an irate driver.”

“Aww, and you care about preserving my good looks.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked in alarm. Fuck. Was she that upset about all of this? Maybe he really should back off.

“From your ego taking up all the space in here,” she added dryly.

“Jesus, baby. You scared me. I thought you were serious.”

“I was!”

“You just added two more spanks for scaring a year off my life.”

“I did not!”

“You definitely gave me a new gray hair.”

She snorted. “You don’t have any gray hairs. And even if you did, you know they’d only make you look sexier.”

“They would. Can’t deny it. Doesn’t mean you’re not in trouble, Rainbow. Well, even more trouble than you were in.”

“Maxim!”

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Damn, if his brothers could see him now, they’d fucking laugh. Well, Jardin would. Victor and Regent would just be dumbfounded.

And then they’d all be blind.

Because he’d have to cut out their eyes for looking at his girl’s pert ass. And it wasn’t even bare—she wasn’t ready for that yet.

And yeah, that’s why they’d be looking at him like he had a second head. Because, apparently, he had a whole lot of possessiveness and protectiveness inside him. It had just been buried deep.

“What’s your safeword?” he asked.

“Red,” she said quietly.

“You say it if you need to. I want you to trust me. I won’t do anything to destroy that.”

“You promise?”

“Promise, baby.” His hand smacked down on her right ass cheek. Once. Twice.

Then her left ass cheek. Once. Twice.

He paused to rub the heat into her skin through the lacy panties. “You good?”

He heard her moan. Oh yeah, she was good. But he wanted to hear a verbal reply.

“Rainbow, you doing all right?”

“Yes,” she said breathily.

“Good. Because this ass is better than all right. It. Is. Fine.”

“Maxim,” she groaned. “You can’t say that.”

“Sure I can. And I am loving these pretty panties. Are all of your panties this pretty?”

“I think so. Except when I’m on my . . . ugh, never mind.”

“When you’re on your period? That’s all right. You can tell me. I have a sister, you know. And periods are nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“If I ever mentioned the word period around my brothers, they’d make vomiting noises.”

“When they were younger?” Teenage boys could be dicks.

“They did it last year. They’re thirty and thirty-four.”

Wow. Dicks.

He didn’t say that, though. Because they were her brothers and it was likely she was close to them. With a sister like Aston, they’d be protective of her . . . although where were they? Why’d they let her live on her own? And take the fucking bus?

Hmm. He needed to know more about her past and her family.

But not right now.

Slap! Slap!

Rub.

Slap! Slap!

Rub.

As he rubbed her bottom this time, he saw the way she tried pressing her thighs together.

Yep. His girl definitely liked a spanking. Too bad they wouldn’t always be as fun as this one.

He was taking it easy on her, not wanting to scare her away. But she was in for a rude awakening if she broke the rules again. Because he’d tip her over his knee and spank her hard and fast. Without any rubbing or kisses in between.

Yeah, he was kissing her shoulder again. Her skin was smooth and he liked the noises that came from her mouth when he did that. Also, she smelled amazing.

He turned her to face him, cupping her face between his hands before leaning in to nip at her lips. Those same moans escaped her mouth.

Oh yeah, he liked that a lot.

Fuck, his dick was already hard and aching. Dating her was going to be a delicious sort of torture.



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