Brutal Ambition Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
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Breathless. I can’t catch my breath.

His demanding kisses trail across my collarbone and down my chest. I don’t even realize the towel has slipped and both my breasts are exposed until his incredible mouth reaches the right one. His tongue flicks my pebbled nipple, and I cry out as a string of tension that seems to connect straight to my pussy pulls taut. He teases it some more, and I think I should probably be ashamed of the helpless little mewls and cries that escape me, but I’m not. Everything about this moment feels incredible, and I never want it to end.

The need pulsing between my thighs grows more demanding as he teases and tastes my breasts. My lips part. His name should fall across my lips right now. That feels right, but I don’t know it.

The smallest pinch of embarrassment pierces the fog of pleasure. I hate to let it in and risk it ruining the moment, but I have to ask. “What’s your name?”

His dark eyebrows rise, then his eyes twinkle with amusement when it hits him that I don’t know it, too. “Killian.”

My tummy flutters for some reason. “Killian. Oh.”

“Killian Walsh,” he expands.

“Mm, that’s a very nice name. I like it.”

A slight laugh escapes him, and those damn twinkling eyes… It’s like he finds me so endearing, and that look makes my heart gallop almost as much as his greedy kisses.

I can’t seem to gather my wits, even though I’m sure this is the time to do it.

He doesn’t allow that moment of near-lucidity to last very long.

Without warning, he throws me down on his bed. I gasp, my heart soaring when he drops me, then bottoming out when my bare back hits his cool sheets.

The towel is still draped haphazardly around my hips, but he fixes that now, grabbing a loose end and yanking it out from under me. I shift my weight back on the bed, intending to work my way closer to the middle, but before I can, Killian grabs my bare legs and drags me closer to the edge.

On instinct, I grab the mattress so I don’t fall off. My gaze darts to Killian, but he’s intent on positioning my feet on the edge of his mattress.

“What are you—?”

Before I can finish my question, a devious smirk tugs at his beautiful lips and he positions his face between my thighs.

My tummy turns over. “Oh.”

That.

I want to be embarrassed. I plan to be embarrassed. In the sliver of a second as he ducks his head between my spread thighs, I am certain I would rather die than endure the embarrassment that will surely envelop me when he puts his mouth on my—

But then he does, and every cogent thought I’ve ever had flies right out of my mind. The air leaves my lungs. My soul defects, abandoning my body to go pledge allegiance to his.

He’s as greedy eating my pussy as he was kissing my mouth. He uses his fingers to spread me open, then licks slowly and steadily, making me melt into his bed. My belly clenches when his tongue moves higher to tease the most sensitive part of me, and I hold my breath in anticipation as he nears the spot that needs his attention most.

Then his tongue flicks it and I cry out sharply, clutching the mattress to keep from shooting off the bed. He chuckles, then murmurs, “Told you you’d like it,” before returning his mouth to my pussy.

That’s an understatement.

My eyes drift closed, and my thighs open wider. My body is shameless, but what he’s doing feels so good I can’t think straight.

He grabs my ass with one hand and pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed, but I let him this time. He can pull me all the way off it. He can throw me on the floor; I don’t care, as long as his mouth keeps doing the amazing things it’s doing.

His hot tongue laps my clit and I let out a long moan as my body writhes of its own accord. My body feels hot despite being completely naked on his bed, and I twist away without meaning to.

He yanks me right back, teasing me a little more aggressively with his tongue. It feels almost like a reprimand, but my god, he can punish me all day if that’s how it feels.

But then, like an absolute villain, he stops.

I’m confused at first. Breathless and out of sorts. When he climbs on the bed, I shift uncertainly, torn between twin realities: he’s a stranger, so I don’t know what to do or say; he’s the man who just had his mouth on the most intimate part of my body.

It feels impolite to tell him I wasn’t finished, but surely he knows that, right?

I try to guess where he’s going so I can follow his lead in whichever way I’m meant to in this scenario. I end up with my head on one of his pillows and my legs pushed apart. He positions himself lower on the bed, a one-hand grip on my leg as if he doesn’t trust me not to close them. Then he crawls between my thighs and pulls my pussy even closer to his face before draping my legs over his broad shoulders.


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