By Sin I Rise – Part One (Sins of the Fathers #1) Read Online Cora Reilly

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Mafia, MC, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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And yet… suddenly there was Marcella, a woman, my enemy’s daughter, who took up more and more of my headspace.

I didn’t say anything. My thoughts were madness and betrayal. I headed over to her and bend over her. Grabbing her neck, I tilted her head back for a deep kiss. She responded at first but then she turned her mouth away, robbing me of those irresistible lips. “This will be over once your uncle hands me back to my father. Unless he decides to torture and kill me to punish my father.”

She said it as if she were talking about someone else, her voice cool and controlled but her eyes reflected the fear she’d never admit to. My heart sped up at the mere mentioning of her death. “I’d never allow Earl to kill you. I’ll protect you.”

She smiled but it wasn’t happy. “Can you? Protect me? Your club brothers want to burn me at the stake like the witch they think I am.”

My club brothers wanted to stake her in a very different way. I wouldn’t allow that either. As long as Marcella was under our roof, I’d make sure she wouldn’t be harmed worse than she already had been. But once she was released…

The thought of letting her go, of never seeing her again, it added a heavy weight on my shoulders.

“You don’t want to lose me,” she whispered, pushing to her feet and grabbing my cut. Her eyes held me captive as they always did.

I considered lying, but I simply couldn’t do it with her looking at me like that. I cupped her neck harder. “Of course, I don’t want to lose you.” I reached under my shirt that reached her thighs and shoved the boxers aside. “I’d miss that pretty pussy.” I would, but it was only a small part of the reason why I couldn’t imagine letting her go. Sharing details from my childhood, talking about more than drug deliveries, moonshine and guns, she was the only person I could do that.

My fingers found her clit and I began to circle it lightly, only teasing her when I really wanted to plunge into her.

“It’s more than that, Maddox,” Marcella said softly, her breath hitching as I kept stroking her sensitive flesh.

I leaned down and sucked her lower lip into my mouth before I kissed her. Her tongue met mine for a gentle and slow dance so very unlike our previous kisses. Her eyes stayed locked on mine and she sighed into my mouth as my fingers stroked up and down her slit, gathering her arousal to slide even more easily over her little nub.

“Whatever it is, we can’t have it, not forever,” I growled.

She shook her head. “We can have whatever we want. We just have to reach for it. You can have me all for yourself if you help me escape.”

“Escape,” I echoed. “My brothers would kill me as a traitor.”

“You could come with me and ask my father for help.”

I grimaced. The mere idea of asking Luca Vitiello, the man who’d slaughtered my father, for help, left a bitter taste in my mouth. “Your father would kill me for kidnapping his precious daughter.”

“He won’t if I ask him to spare you.”

“I don’t want to be at your father’s mercy. He should be at mine and I definitely won’t grant it to him.”

Marcella’s expression hardened and she tried to pull back but I held her in place by her neck and plunged my tongue into her mouth the same time as two of my fingers plunged into her wet pussy. She moaned into my mouth, her walls clenching deliciously. I thrust into her at a fast pace, relishing in her arousal and the fire burning in her eyes. Desire and anger, a beautiful combination. Eventually Marcella’s grip on me turned painful as her hips rocked against my hand, chasing an orgasm.

When her walls clamped down on my fingers and her eyes widened from the force of her orgasm, I pulled away from the kiss to hear her cry of ecstasy.

“Yes, Snow White,” I growled, fingering her even faster. She clung to me until finally her orgasm subsided. I lowered my hand and opened my fly.

Marcella tugged at my hair, forcing me to meet her gaze. “You can live and have me, if you leave your MC life behind and work for my father.”

I scoffed. “You want me to serve under your father.”

She became serious. “You can either serve under my father or you can rule over a graveyard.”

“We aren’t dead yet, and me and my brothers are very difficult to kill as you will see.”

“My father killed Tartarus men before. He will again.”

I jerked down my pants and shoved Marcella toward the bed. She gave me a challenging smile and parted her long legs. I grabbed her ankles and tugged her toward me before I slammed into her in one hard thrust. She was still tight and her face flashed with discomfort but I only waited a second for her pussy to adapt to my cock. My balls furiously slapped against her pussy and my hips against her ass until it was red. But this wasn’t enough, could never be. I needed to see her face, wanted to see it every fucking morning when I woke and every night before sleep. I flipped her over and climbed on top of her.


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