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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This was amazing. No, it was more than that. Fucking wasn’t supposed to feel like a claiming. It was just a release.

This—this—was as close to heaven as I would ever get. I knew it as she moaned my name and pushed back, meeting my hips with a slap of our skin.

“Fuck,” I cursed through my clenched teeth. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Harder, Wilder,” she begged, and my heart pounded faster in my chest.

I tightened my hold on her hair and jerked. She began to rotate her hips, milking my cock.

“I need more,” she panted.

Leaning down, I licked at the damp skin before pulling her head to the side and sinking my teeth into her neck, sucking on it.

“Oh GOD! I’m gonna come!” she cried out as her hot, slick inner walls gripped my dick and her body started to shake.

“FUCK!” I shouted as my release burst from me, filling her. Coating her insides. “Oakley,” I gasped as she continued to ride the ecstasy, taking every damn drop of my cum deep.

My gaze went to the mark I’d left on her neck, and a monster inside me roared to life, pleased with the bruise it would make. I kissed her back and stayed buried in her while we came down from our climaxes.

I was sure I’d never come that much or that hard in my life.

It took every damn ounce of willpower I could muster to pull free from her and move back so that my body wasn’t covering hers. The need to wrap my arms around her and turn her so I could look at her face, see those eyes, was dangerously close to winning. I had to get some distance.

Tearing my eyes off her spent, naked body, I walked over to get the blanket I’d put on her earlier. I had to get her covered up. When I turned back to her, she had rolled over and was sitting there, watching me with the look of a very satisfied woman. A breathtaking, stunning female, who I had just shot my load into while having the best sex of my life.

“You look like you regret it,” she said, her smile fading.

I did. I regretted it—the fact that I had waited nine years to have her, that I hadn’t been the one to take her virginity, that she had been with other men. I had a world of regrets.

“I do.”

“Oh.” The soft word was barely a sound, and the pain in it twisted something in my chest.

I wrapped the blanket around her. “But one time won’t be enough. We aren’t done here.”

Those blue pools widened as hope sprang into them. Damn me. Damn this. Damn it all.

It was going to be impossible to be detached with her. I wouldn’t be able to say things to hurt her. Not anymore. She had a piece of me again. Fuck, who was I kidding? She’d always had a piece of me. She just had a bigger one now.

Hearing the lock slide in the door, I spun around as it opened, and King walked inside. I bent down to grab my sweats and started pulling them on as he took in the scene. I glared at him as I stepped in front of his view of Oakley wrapped in a blanket, looking thoroughly fucked.

“Dammit. Thatcher won. I was sure you’d hold off for twenty-four hours,” King said, shaking his head.

“What do you want?” I barked, not liking that my friends had wagered how long it would take me to fuck Oakley while we stayed in here.

When King had offered to stay with her, I had refused to let anyone else in here with her but me. They’d both enjoyed making comments about it.

“Came to see if y’all needed anything, but it seems like”—he glanced at the uneaten grilled cheeses—“you have it under control.”

“We’re good. You can go.”

His amused grin wasn’t helping my rising temper. “You don’t want an update?”

Not with Oakley’s naked body wrapped in a blanket in front of him.

“Turn around,” I ordered him.

He smirked as he did as I’d asked.

I went to pick up the sweat suit I’d torn off Oakley, then walked toward the bathroom. I nodded my head for her to get up and get inside there. Away from King’s eyes. She held the blanket around her—thank fuck—as she got up and came to take the sweat suit from me. I held open the curtain for her, and she paused, then went up onto her tiptoes and placed a quick kiss on my lips before walking inside the bathroom.

I let the fabric fall, closing her off in there as my heart thudded against my chest. It was a warning. One I needed to heed. Stay away from her. Don’t touch her again. No more kisses or sweet things.

“Stop with the tortured shit,” King said, snapping my attention back to him.


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