All the Dangerous Things – The Underworld Kings Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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But everyone was still engrossed in their own conversation and paid us no mind.

Gio leaned back in his chair like a king getting his fill of… everything.

And that everything was me.

After taking a long drink from my water glass to help the parched feeling of my throat, I set it down and placed my hand on his again, praying like hell he’d quit.

I didn’t want him to stop because I wasn't thoroughly enjoying this; it was because I feared someone at this table would see. Then all hell would break loose. I grabbed on to that Petrov fire within me and looked at him, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. I wanted him to see he was pissing me off.

He was already staring at me, this cocky fucking smirk on his face. He leaned in at the same time he hooked his finger on the edge of my panties and pulled them aside.

And then he whispered, “Fight me, little girl. Like I said, all that does is make my cock harder.” And then he smoothed that digit over my slick, bared pussy, chuckling deep in his chest. “Your cunt is all primed for me.” And then he was leaning back in his chair like nothing happened, and I wondered if I’d imagined it all.

Gio pushed a thick, calloused finger into me, and I bit the inside of my cheek. My inner muscles clenched with the memory of his girthy cock wedging inside of me, stretching me, making it hurt so good.

Nikolai started conversing with Gio, and I had to draw up every ounce of strength I had to act totally unaffected.

With one more thrust of his finger into me, Gio finally removed it, adjusted my dress, and grabbed his wine glass just as the food arrived. He glanced at me as he took a drink, and I noticed his middle finger was glossy with my arousal.

Gio set the glass down, and—shocking the hell out of me… again—he sucked that digit into his mouth. Right the fuck in front of everyone.

My face felt so damn hot with embarrassment and arousal.

And with each passing second, Gio acted more closed off, and every bit the Italian Mafia leader he was.

I tried not to look at him, but I couldn’t help but steal glances in his direction.

Get a damn grip.

I glanced at Amara and Nikolai, who were taking care of Luca. Dmitry had his arm over the back of his new wife’s chair. I was able to focus on other things besides the fact that I was pregnant, that I’d nearly had an orgasm in the middle of a restaurant surrounded by my family, and that I was in love with Gio.

I doted on Luca, my nephew, the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

Nikolai, Dmitry, and Gio started talking about work, their conversation cryptic and not making any sense to anyone but them. But that didn’t stop me from listening in.

“As much as you assholes annoy the hell out of me, I won’t lie and say this marriage doesn’t make our union even stronger,” Gio said. He leaned back in his seat and braced his elbow on the arm of my chair.

I shifted as I felt his energy surrounding me.

Dmitry started talking, and when I glanced at Nikolai, I could see him staring at Gio with a strange expression on his face. It made my heart race for another reason.

Did he suspect something?

But Nikolai turned his focus to my new sister-in-law and asked, “Claudia,”—his Russian was thick—“do you know about our fight club business venture?”

I snapped my focus to Dmitry and saw my brother instantly tense.

“Nikolai,” he growled and leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the table and glowering.

Nikolai smirked. “What, brat?” he asked with false innocence, using the Russian word for brother.

“Enough,” Dmitry bit out.

But it was clear Nikolai wasn’t perturbed by the clear aggression and warning pouring off Dmitry. Whatever he was doing, whatever he planned on saying, was going to continue whether the groom liked it or not.

Nikolai grinned and cast a glance at Gio before looking at Claudia again. “You should check out a fight. It’s pretty fucking incredible entertainment.”

“Language, Nikolai,” Amara chided, but we all knew he did whatever the hell he wanted, when he wanted.

“Fucking ya!” Luca shouted, a wide smile on his face as he scored points on whatever game he played.

I felt my eyes widen in surprise and covered my mouth with the back of my hand to stem off my laughter.

Nikolai chuckled and looked over at his son, but at the narrow-eyed look on Amara’s face, he sobered and shifted in his chair.

“Baby, we don’t repeat the bad words we hear Daddy say, remember?”

Luca didn’t respond as he kept playing, which had Amara sighing in frustration and casting another angry look at Nikolai before grabbing her water glass and downing it.


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