Carson – Dark Irish Mafia Romance Read online Jane Henry (Dangerous Doms #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dangerous Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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He reaches for his drink and to my surprise, dips his fingers into the liquid. A moment later, he’s got a half-melted ice cube between his fingers. He places the drink back down, then turns to me.

“Clasp your hands behind your head,” he says.

I swallow hard, my eyes fixed on him. I obey. My full, heavy breasts are bared before him, and his hungry gaze grows rabid. I know that look well. My heart beats faster.

He crooks a finger at me. I bend lower.

He takes the ice cube and traces it down the slope between my breasts. My nipples peak from the cold, just before he leans in and grasps the hardened peak between his teeth. I gasp, and he moves the ice cube lower, down my belly to between my legs, then back up again, as he licks and suckles my nipple. My head falls back as he trails the ice all over my body. He releases my nipple then laps the melted water.

“Fucking nectar of the gods,” he says in a hoarse whisper. “You taste so fucking good.” He sucks the ice cube between his lips, grasps the back of my head, and yanks my mouth to his. I taste salty wetness and fiery whiskey, his latent desire and my pressing need, as his tongue slips into my mouth and I feel his fingers find my wet, needy folds.

I’m rocking my hips against his hand while he fondles my breast and kisses me, swallowing my moans and mastering my body to climax. He pulls his mouth off mine and breathes in my ear. “No coming without permission. I’ll whip your sweet cunt if you do.”

I whimper and try to squeeze my legs together to stop the low hum of need that’s rocking my lower body, but I can’t straddled atop him like this. He abruptly removes his fingers and grasps my hips, lifts me up, and plants me next to him.

“On your back,” he says. “Now.”

I obey as quickly as I can. He reaches for the bedside table and removes a strip of silk, wraps it around my wrists, and positions them above my head.

He bends and brings his mouth to my ear. “I want that pretty pussy,” he whispers. “Spread your legs, love. And if you think you’re going to come, you say sir.”

I nod my head and watch as he reaches for his glass of whiskey again. What the hell is he doing now? There are benefits to being with a guy as smart as Carson. His mind’s kinky as fuck, and I love it.

He tips a bit of the whiskey onto my naval. I shiver and tense, but I don’t protest, because I know how quickly that will land me straight over his knees. He expects nothing but full obedience. So I bite my lip and watch him, my body quaking beneath the intensity of his gaze. He braces himself above me, his hands on either side of my legs, then lowers his mouth and suckles the drink he’s poured on me. At the feel of his tongue on my belly, I squirm.

When I first met him, I would literally die if I knew I’d be here right now, on full display with the lights on, the belly I used to hate being used as a fucking shot glass, and he knows it.

“I love your body,” he says, his words like the low purr of an engine. “Every fucking inch of you.”

He lowers his mouth to the vee between my thighs, and with his eyes on mine, drags his tongue lazily along my slit, as if licking the very top of an ice cream cone.

“You like that?” he whispers.

I whimper with need and lift my hips for more. “Love it. Do you like that?”

He grins. “I fucking love it.”

He returns to my folds and licks me again, slow and sultry and hot, the smell of whiskey in the air sweet and pungent. My head falls back and my eyes close as I lose myself to the seductive feel of his tongue. My need to come ratchets higher and higher until I’m barely able to control it when I whisper a hoarse, strangled, “Sir.”

“Good girl,” he says, kissing my thigh. “I want to be in you when you come tonight.”

“Let’s go, then,” I say with a teasing grin. He playfully slaps my thigh, positioning himself above me as he unzips his trousers and removes his swollen cock.

“Spread your legs,” he says. My wrists are still trapped and soon, my body’s pinned beneath his strong, powerful, muscled one. He lines the head of his cock at my entrance and teases my clit. My hips convulse, I’m so close to climax. Grinning, he gently pushes himself in, teasing, before he pulls out again, and with his eyes on mine, he pushes into me again, fully this time, with one firm thrust. And it’s utterly fucking perfect.


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