Ashes – Smoke Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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His hand slid around my waist and underneath my shirt, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin. When his lips brushed over a tender spot on my neck, I shivered.

“I left a mark,” he whispered. “I want to fuck you again.”

His rigid erection pressed against my back, and my eyes fluttered closed. This man made me desperate so easily. I arched my back, and he ran his hands up until they covered my breasts. When he squeezed them, I gasped.

“I want to fuck you hard. With you bent over the counter,” he growled, then licked the spot he had bitten earlier.

Could I do this? Just take what he was giving and not ever expect more? This had a clock on it, and it was ticking. I knew it would end. I wanted him. That would never change. It was just facing that, soon, he wouldn’t want to touch me. All I would have were the memories.

“Okay,” I replied.

If this was all I would be getting, then I wanted to get everything I could. Take every moment I could with me. Tuck them away. Hold on to them when times were dark. When I had no one. When my heart hurt so bad that I couldn’t breathe.

Wilder growled as he pulled my sweatshirt off over my head. His hands slid down my lifted arms until he was cupping my breasts.

“You feel like silk,” he murmured against my ear before moving his hands to the waist of my sweats and shoving them until they puddled at my feet.

He began kissing my back and leaving a trail as he went down to his knees. His lips brushed over my butt and down the back of my leg until he took my right calf and lifted it out of the sweats. He did the same with the left, then moved the clothing away. I shivered as he ran his hands back up my legs, then pulled them open.

I gripped the edge of the sink as his warm breath met my wet heat.

“You smell fucking incredible,” he said just before his tongue slid over me.

My knees buckled, and he grabbed my hips, steadying me as he continued with the maddening pleasure.

“Wilder,” I said in a strangled whisper, not sure how long I could continue standing here while he did this.

“Just let me taste some more, baby. I’ve thought about this pussy for fucking years. Let me enjoy it,” he said, then bit down on the flesh of my inner thigh.

I cried out—not from the pain, but from the words. If I was going to survive this, he couldn’t say those things to me.

“Should have been mine to take. You should have kept it for me. Not been so impatient. I would have given you all you needed. Taken care of this hot little cunt.” His voice took a dark edge.

I gasped and leaned forward as his tongue slipped inside of me. Thinking straight while this was happening was almost impossible, but I had heard him. I always heard him when he spoke. And I didn’t understand what he was saying. I had waited for him. Longer than I should have. He had been divorced from Sylvia by the time I lost my virginity.

“I did,” I panted. “I was yours. Long after you weren’t mine.”

His fingers bit into my flesh, and I winced. “Don’t say shit like that, not right now. Not when my mouth is on your pussy. You didn’t save it for me. Let that lie go. All truth now.”

I stiffened and opened my mouth to argue when he flicked my clit with his tongue. My knees gave out again, and his deep chuckle vibrated against my center.

“That’s honesty. That’s what I need. Pure lust. Need. Raw desire. You’re gorgeous, but you know that,” he said, sliding a finger inside of me. “So damn beautiful that it makes a man weak with want. To own you. To touch you. To fuck you. That’s the truth. That’s what we have.”

How was it possible that I was insulted, hurt, and on the verge of an orgasm, all at the same time? Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to focus. I had to say something. There was my pride to think of here. He was accusing me of being a liar. But about what? Did it matter what I had done sexually after he slept with Sylvia? He had chosen her.

That was the ice water I needed to bring me out of this. I shook my head and closed my legs, taking a deep breath before spinning around to see Wilder on his knees, looking up at me.

“I can’t. I can’t do this with you saying things like that. I never lied to you. Not once.”

Wilder slowly stood up, his mouth wet with my arousal, and his tongue came out and slid over his bottom lip. I shivered, watching him. Good Lord, why did he have to have this effect on me?


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