Betrayal Road – Torpedo Ink Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
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He didn’t wait for her to keep explaining. He could tell it was difficult for her, and he was proud of her for communicating her desire. More, his body raged at him, impatient for her mouth.

“Take your clothes off, Solnyshkuh. Strip. Fast. I don’t need a show right now; I’m not taking chances on getting any more aroused than I already am.”

She slid off the bed and dragged down the drawstring pants she was wearing, and he was grateful she’d changed from her gorgeous club clothes into the more simple ones she wore to bed. He kept his body facing hers. Without a shirt, the Torpedo Ink tattoo would be very prominent on his back. He didn’t want anything to mar this special moment.

“Lie on the bed with your head hanging over the edge. Spread your legs wide for me. I need to see how hungry you are for my cock.”

She crawled up onto the bed and lay down sideways, so her neck was over the very edge, tipping her head back. She did as he commanded, spreading her legs for him.

“Wider.” He bent over her, and without preamble worked two fingers into her hot, slick entrance. She gasped and lifted her hips. He slid his fingers out again, deliberately trailing the pad of his thumb over her clit. She made a little sound of startled pleasure. He flicked her clit hard, and he saw the answering ripple of her belly muscles as her sex contracted.

Holding her gaze, he licked his fingers, savoring the subtle strawberry flavor. “You are hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

She nodded. Andrii shook his head. “Say it. I need to hear just what you want.”

He knew forcing her to tell him what she wanted would up the anticipation. He’d noticed from the beginning of their relationship that she responded to rough language and even cruder suggestions.

“I’m very hungry for your cock,” she admitted in a low voice. The moment she did, her entire body took on a rosy glow.

“Where do you want my cock?” He kneaded her breasts and tugged and rolled her nipples. At first, he was very gentle but began to slowly increase the pressure of his play.

“In my mouth.”

He loved the expression on her face—a shy look mixed with a darker lust. He could see her pussy gleaming at him, droplets of liquid caught in the fiery tangle of curls at the junction between her legs. She was responding to the rougher play, a good thing when rough was often his preference.

“What do you want in your mouth, baby? You didn’t say.”

Deliberately, he shoved down his jeans, standing close so that his straining cock was just out of her reach. Immediately, her gaze locked on to the prize. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her breathing turned ragged, and her nipples tightened even more, so erect they appeared to be two stiff little candlewicks waiting for him to ignite them. Bog, but he found her beautiful.

“I’d like your cock in my mouth, please, Andrii.”

Her voice was breathy, a thread of sound, but it managed to vibrate through his body, pushing him into a brutal need. The broad head wept pearl droplets. Fisting the thick shaft, he smeared the drops over her lips. Her lips were soft. She looked sexy lying on the bed, eyes on his cock, waiting for his instructions. He didn’t want to disappoint her.

“I want you to slide your hands down your body. Feel your breasts, tug on your nipples. Don’t be gentle.” He watched her obey him, her small hands following the path he enjoyed. The sight made his cock jerk and pulse. More droplets welled up. “Lick the head of my cock while you’re giving yourself pleasure. Just lick up the drops.”

Her tongue felt like a living flame, branding him. He couldn’t decide which was sexier, watching her hands kneading her breasts, fingers tugging on her nipples, or that hot little tongue sliding over the head of his cock, sending streaks of lightning through his shaft and balls. He might not survive. It was important to him that she felt the same way.

“Slide your hands down to your pussy, Zelie. Bury your fingers deep. I want you getting yourself off.” His voice was that smooth velvet he used to compel her, but he knew he was on the verge of losing control. He wasn’t going to last long if she had her mouth around him.

It was her gift. The need to give to him. The trusting look she gave him. Or the near adoration when he didn’t deserve it. She wanted this for him—not for herself. The excitement and trepidation mixing together only added fuel to the fire burning in him.

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Azelie glanced up at Andrii’s face and her breath caught in her lungs. He was partially in the shadows, but his features were carved with stark sensuality. He looked like sin incarnate. Beautiful, like a long-lost warrior claiming his victory. His eyes were hot silver crystals moving possessively over her body as if she belonged solely to him. And she did. She knew there would never be another man for her.


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