Chosen by a Sinner (Sinners #4) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sinners Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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My answer pleases him so much, he darts up and kisses the living hell out of me.

“Christ, I hope you heal fast,” he groans against my mouth. “I’m going to die of blue balls.”

“The door is still locked,” I remind him.

Luca lifts his head, giving me a look as if I’ve lost my mind. “There’s no way I’m fucking you.”

“Yeah, but you have a hand and five fingers.”

Luca sits down, shaking his head as he silently chuckles.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy,” I taunt him. “I’m in the hospital and in pain. The least you can do is give a show I’ll never forget.”

“You want to watch me come, amore mio?” His voice is low and deep, making heat pool in my abdomen.

“Yes.”

Luca keeps his eyes on me as he undoes his belt and pants. I lower my gaze as he pulls his hard, thick length out.

“Like what you see?”

“Oh yes. Fist your cock, babe,” I order. My breaths grow shallow as I watch his strong fingers wrap around the velvety skin stretched around his shaft.

Pre-cum beads on the head, and I lick my lips. “Swipe it up with your finger and let me taste you.”

“Christ,” he groans, catching the drop on his thumb. He leans over, and my tongue darts out to take it from him.

“Hmm… you taste just as good as you look,” I praise him, keeping my voice seductive.

Luca relaxes back in the armchair and spreads his legs. His lashes lower half over his eyes, and his lips part as he starts to stroke himself.

“Jesus, you look so hot right now,” I moan, wishing it was my fingers wrapped around him. “As soon as I’m better, I’m going to suck you so hard and swallow every drop.”

“Fuck, Mariya,” he groans, his hips and hand moving faster as he thrusts hard into his fist. His body tenses, and he grabs the washcloth, catching his release as it shoots in hot streams from him.

“Now that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” My lips curve up with satisfaction. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

Luca chuckles as he cleans himself while catching his breath. After he’s tucked his cock away and fixed his clothes, he sits down on the side of the bed and presses a tender kiss to my mouth. “I’m pretty sure it was a hell of a lot better for me.” He gives me another kiss. “Thank you, amore mio.”

Chapter 32

Luca

Over the past two weeks, Mariya’s healed quite a lot.

I finally get to take my wife home. Well, to the temporary apartment Marco organized for us.

Luckily, I got her to agree to a couple of things. I’m allowed to bathe, dress, and carry her around. When she needs to use the toilet, I give her privacy until she’s done. So far, it’s working out well.

Honestly, I love it and feel our relationship has become much stronger.

“Where are we going?” Mariya asks when she notices I’m not driving in the direction of our apartment.

“I got a new place, so it’s easier for you to move around. I didn’t want you struggling with stairs,” I explain. “Also, the men from the Priesthood are staying at our place to help catch the fuckers who did this to you.”

Mariya stares at me for a moment, then emotion washes over her face, and she glances out the window.

I reach for her left hand, giving it a squeeze. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles.

“But?”

“No buts.”

I stop at a red light, then demand, “Look at me.”

Locking eyes with me, she says, “I’m just emotional because I’m finally out of the hospital.”

Smiling, I turn my attention to the road and steer us to the new apartment building.

It’s a two-bedroom place with an open-plan living room, kitchen, and dining area.

Parking the G-Wagon in the basement, I climb out and retrieve the wheelchair from the back before pushing it to the passenger side. I lift Mariya out of the vehicle and gently place her in the chair.

“I can get used to being wheeled around,” she tries to joke.

I know she hates not being able to move freely.

I press a kiss to the top of her head and walk to the elevator.

When we enter the apartment, Mariya lets out a burst of laughter before cringing with pain. “You just couldn’t bring yourself to add color, could you?”

“You have something against my décor choices?” I ask as I lift her into my arms.

God, I need to feed her so she can pick up all the weight she lost. I can feel her bones.

She wraps her left arm around my neck. “I love your décor choices. All that’s missing is some color. A splash of rose gold here and there.”

“You can take care of that,” I say as I carry her to our bedroom. “I have another surprise for you,”


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