Captivated – Deep in Your Veins Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
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I retaliated, but not hard. I mainly focused on trying to subdue her. There was nothing easy about it. Trying to pin Paige in place … fuck, you’d have better luck nailing a blob of ice-cream to a tree. She was as quick and slippery as a goddamn cat.

Pausing, she glared. “If I wanted a spar, I’d have said so. Fight. Me.”

“I’m not going to hurt—motherfucker.” I didn’t have time to rub at the jaw she’d just slammed with a fist, because she flew into action again.

I put a little more oomph behind my strikes, determined to neutralise her so we could put a stop to this duel. As a Pagori, I was faster and stronger than her. The problem was … she’d been trained to fight people who were faster and stronger; trained to use that strength and speed against them. And she did that very thing right then.

We kept on exchanging blows, though mine were mostly defensive. I’d hoped to wait her out, but she showed no signs of tiring or calming. Then one of her fists rammed right into my Adam’s Apple, and I was absolutely done with this ridiculous shit. So I did what I’d agreed not to do—I used my gift of sensory paralysis.

With the simple action of balling up my hand, I took away her eyesight and hearing. She froze with an enraged gasp. I slammed her against the wall, secured her arms above her head, and used the weight of my lower body to pin hers in place. Satisfied that she was going nowhere, I returned her senses to her.

Paige’s beautiful eyes narrowed. “You motherfucking son of a fucker.” She struggled. Hard.

My blood shouldn’t have heated. Shouldn’t have pooled low. But seeing her trapped, feeling her buck against my cock, having her breasts brush against my chest, knowing she was completely at my fucking mercy … yeah, I got hard. And she felt it. Stiffened. Swallowed. Went from angry to cautious in a second flat.

She didn’t tell me to free her, didn’t move an inch … as if worried that anything she did or said would come across as some sort of sexual challenge.

I should let her go. Should back away. But I didn’t. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the alcohol in my system, maybe it was that fucking dress … but I snapped. “Fuck.” I slammed my mouth down on hers.

Jesus, she tasted like sin. And I had to have more. There was no stopping, no resisting, no pulling back. All the need I’d bottled up for too long bubbled to the surface and shattered my control.

I took her mouth in a hot, bruising kiss, so fucking greedy for her. That greed was raw and violent and edged with possessiveness.

I licked and nipped and explored every corner of her mouth, wanting to imprint my own on it. She kissed me back, bold and sure and just as hungry. I swallowed every moan as I roughly ground against her, oblivious to everything but her.

My heartbeat thrashed in my ears, and my lungs burned for air. But I didn’t free her mouth. Couldn’t. Not when I’d craved this moment for so fucking long.

She sucked on my tongue, and a growl rattled my chest. I kissed her harder. Deeper. Hungrier. Fucking intoxicated by her.

A little whimper slipped out of her. A sound so hoarse and ragged and desperate that it was like fingertips ghosting over the head of my cock.

I freed one of her wrists only to transfer it to my other hand because, yeah, I liked having her caged against the wall like this. I snaked my free hand under her dress, snapped off her thong, and shoved it in my pocket.

She gasped, her eyes glassy. “Max.”

I cupped her hard. “Need you nice and slick.” I plunged two fingers inside her. She was blazing hot. Exquisitely tight. So fucking wet.

I wanted her wetter.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, keeping my mouth pressed to hers so I could taste every moan and whimper and gasp. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me all night,” I snarled. “You’re going to spend the rest of this party with my come in you.”

She snarled right back. “Like that idea, do you?”

“Yeah, I do. And so do you.” I took her mouth again, addicted to her taste. My dick was so full and heavy it ached. But I wanted her to explode around my fingers before I fucked her, so I growled in satisfaction when I felt her inner walls begin to quake and tighten. “That’s it, come all over my hand.”

I licked a line up her throat and breathed deep, fighting the urge to sink my teeth into that soft flesh. I wanted her blood in my mouth. Wanted to drink it down. Wanted to keep some part of her in me. More, I wanted her teeth in my—


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