Caged Bliss – Bianco Crime Family Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
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“She just sucks, that’s all.” I don’t want to tell him too much. Angelo scares me, and I’m worried he’ll go too far with her. “I just want her gone, that’s all.”

“I’ll make it happen.”

The negotiation is over. Our business is concluded. I finish my wine, and he does the same, but we don’t move. My hand remains on his thigh, and his fingers still twirl through my hair, and it’s strangely intimate. I barely know him, but for the first time in my life, I feel totally at ease, like we’ve been sleeping in the same bed together for a decade and we know everything there is to know about each other’s bodies.

“Do you ever worry about all this?” I ask him, my fingers stroking along his leg. “Do you worry the revenge stuff is going to make you bitter?”

“Not at all. I’m already bitter. I spent five years in prison, and Tommy’s a part of that.”

I chew my lip. “I’m surprised. I mean, you’re a Bianco, right? Couldn’t you just, like, buy your way out of trouble?”

He leans and moves closer. “I did, actually. I could’ve gone down for much longer.”

“Five years is a while.”

“Beats life for murder.”

My mouth opens. He’s smirking at my reaction like he thinks it’s cute. “You killed people?”

“More than a few, baby.” He leans closer and his mouth is inches from mine. “Still want to work together?”

Yes. No. Definitely. I can’t think straight with him looking at me like he’s going to kiss me.

“Only if you do all that killing for a good cause.”

“I’m not sure revenge is normally considered good.”

“If it means I get Serena away from Tommy, I’ll say it evens out.”

“Then that’s a deal. I’ll never put you in danger, baby.” His eyes go serious, a storm cloud brewing. “You are not bait.”

He spits out that last word and I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. I start to ask him what he means, but then his mouth presses against my neck, my chin, and moves up to my lips.

It’s gentle at first. Barely a brush, but it sends a wild cascade of tingles down my spine. I shimmy, closing down any distance between us, and I push my mouth to his, then my lips are open and his tongue is on my tongue, and we’re kissing like we’ve been thinking about nothing but kissing each other for the last day.

And in my case, that’s true.

The man’s mouth does things to me. It breaks me and rebuilds me, it makes me want in a way I didn’t know I could want. There’s a drive behind his kiss, a force that draws me closer, a drag on every drop of my blood.

It pushes me until I’m straddling him again, just like back in room 33, but there are no cameras and we’re not acting, and his hands push up my crop top, then remove my bralette and his mouth finds a nipple, sucking one perky pink bud, and I’m moaning as he kisses me and teases my breasts again.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, back arching, and I swear that does something to him. If there was hesitation in the way he touched me moments earlier, that evaporates, and he suddenly stands, gritting his teeth as he turns and shoves me back down to the couch, dropping to his knees in front of me.

I kiss him hard as he tugs off my jeans. I’m still in my work clothes underneath, but the itty-bitty shorts come off, too, and his mouth licks and sucks my inner thighs, and when I try to squeeze my knees shut, he shoves them wide again.

“I’ve been holding back,” he growls as his fingers tease my pussy, and my heart’s going wild as my fingers dig into his hair, and I gasp, head back. He fills me and I’m wet, so freaking wet it’s unbelievable. I can’t imagine how I’m here, how he’s between my legs right now, but I don’t want to wake up if this is some kind of dream.

“Are you letting loose now?”

“I’m debating it,” he says and his mouth licks me, tongue gliding up and down my clit. “Fuck, Claudia. You taste incredible. You know how badly I’ve been wanting this? Since the moment I met you, I’ve been thinking about your legs wrapped around my neck as I devour your messy little pussy.”

“Oh my god,” I moan, blinking at his filthy mouth. His talented, incredible, very dirty mouth. “Don’t guys usually imagine, like, sex and blowjobs and whatever?”

“Not me,” he purrs, fingers gliding in and out, driving me insane. “You know what gets me fucking hard? Watching you break.”

And now I’m in heaven.

He goes at me. Fingers deep inside, mouth and lips doing their dance, sucking and driving my clit insane. I’m holding on for dear life and making absolutely brainless whimpers and there’s nothing left in me but pleasure as his words echo in my brain. Break, break, break. God, let him crack me in half, if it’ll only feel half this good.


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