Adoration (Montavio Brotherhood #2) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Montavio Brotherhood Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
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He licks me until I’m slumped against him, then slaps my incredibly sore ass. “You’re done when I say you’re done.”

It’s sexy as fuck when he wipes his hands across his mouth. I flop on the bed next to him.

“I’m paralyzed. You paralyzed me,” I moan, my cheek smooshed up against the bed and my eyes shut. “I can’t move my legs, or my arms, or even my eyelids.”

“Haven’t managed to paralyze your tongue, I see.”

I consider telling him to shut up, but he might spank me again and even I have my limits.

So, I don’t. I open one eye and ask him in my politest tone, “How about that food? And correct me if I’m wrong, but you quite enjoyed my tongue.”

He’s tamed, for now. But I know that I haven’t come anywhere near taming the beast. Even as my body’s prone on the bed and I’m unable to move, still wrecked and blissed out, I begin pulling pieces of the puzzle together as he goes to get our food.

Things were off here at the club even before I met him. The night that the redhead wrangled my Dom out of my greedy, masochistic fingers… the feeling that I was being watched, and not in the way I like. The way Adriano slipped into assassin mode when he found out I’d been through his wallet.

His phone rings on the bedside table, but he’s at the door fetching our food. I open one eye and consider reaching for it. It finally stops when he steps into the room.

Bending down to kiss my cheek, he places a gorgeous tray of food beside me.

“Be right back.” I watch his gorgeous, muscled back as he heads to the bathroom. I remember the flowers, and the piece of paper hidden in them that he crushed and shoved in his pocket. I bend, pushing myself to the edge of the bed. His jeans are laying in a crumpled heap in the corner of the room.

I reach for them, my heart pounding so fast I’m nauseous. As I grasp them and shove my hand in his pocket, the door to the bathroom opens.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“GOOD GIRL”

Adriano

I'm occupied and distracted when I notice Quinn is oddly stretched out on the bed with a guilty look on her face. She doesn't lie very well, and she doesn’t hide her true feelings well, either. Most of the time they’re two of the things I like best about her.

"What are you doing?"

"Staring at my hot new husband?" she says tentatively.

I anchor my hands on my hips. I’m a hundred times calmer than I was before we came in here, but she’s up to something. "Before that?"

My phone sits on the end table, and the only other things in here are the clothes. Good thing I threw out that scrap of paper that came with the flowers. Would've freaked her the hell out.

"You have that look on your face you get when you're trying to snoop."

"Do you blame me? You're treating me as if I'm some kind of celebrity that always needs a detailed bodyguard. And, while I am fully aware of my charming qualities, I am no Taylor Swift. So sue me if I'm a little curious about all the high security."

Fair enough. From her perspective, I get it, I’m being way over-the-top. "I get a little overprotective."

Propping herself up on her elbow, delightfully naked, she tips her head to the side. "Can I get that in writing?"

“Seven to ten business days.” I join her on the bed, arrange her on my lap, and make her hold her hands in her lap like a good little girl as I feed her. Of course, she playfully nips my fingers and not-so-playfully laps pastry cream from them in a way that makes me want to lay her down all over again.

I haven't had many things I’ve treasured in my life. And while a part of me knows that I'm only requiring Quinn to stay with me for six months, she's beginning to break down my defenses.

She is free to go at the end of this once we know she's safe, and I know that her wings are already ready to fly. Quinn isn’t a girl who will be held back by commitments. If she were, she’d lose a little part of what makes her who she is.

So, I'm going to enjoy myself while I can.

"Have you regained feeling in your limbs?" I ask, stifling the need to chuckle. Yeah, I fucking like it when I make her happy.

She sits up eagerly, almost bouncing on the bed. "I have. Why?"

I give her a stern look and turn her around. "Look at the time, please."

When she looks down at her new phone, she practically claps her hands. "Time for my first lesson? Do I get to hold a gun? What about a knife? I think I would be super good with nun chucks. I might be small and petite and everything, but that makes me lower to the ground, so I think I'd be mad skilled with those. Or did you have something else in mind?"


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