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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I’m allowed to walk with crutches, which was a learning curve and a half because of my right hand, but I’m learning to manage with the permanent injury.

Luca still insists on carrying me around, which I don’t mind because the downtime helps my leg heal.

Even though it’s still there, the pain has decreased substantially. It’s a hell of a lot better than those first two weeks.

Slowly but surely, I’m getting better, and the excitement of the wedding has kept me in good spirits.

Luca’s been under a lot of pressure with work, though. Still, not once has he taken it out on me. The man has been a saint.

I can’t believe how much everything has changed.

Yes, I’ve suffered trauma but finding out Luca’s loved me all along and finally getting to be honest about my own feelings is what pulled me through.

How can I not be happy when the man of my dreams says I’m his entire world?

Just one more month, then the cast will come off my leg, and I’ll be able to walk down the aisle with Dad’s help.

I can’t wait.

“You look miles away,” Luca murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “What are you thinking about?”

“Our wedding day,” I grin at him from where I’m lying on the bed.

I watch as he towel-dries his hair, my eyes roving over his bare chest, hard abs, and the delicious V dipping into the low-hanging sweatpants.

Dear God, I’ve got good taste.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I might forget you have a broken leg.”

“Are we seriously not going to have sex until the cast comes off?” I pout, not happy with that idea.

Luca crawls onto the bed and presses a tender kiss on my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, amore mio.”

“My leg is practically healed and doesn’t hurt so much anymore.” I give him the cutest face I can conjure. “Please, my love.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, his eyes warming with affection. “I like when you call me that.”

Lifting my hand to his chest, I follow the lines between his defined muscles. “We can figure out a comfortable position.”

I can see I’m going to win, so I add, “I need the emotional connection with you.”

Luca glances at my cast, then pulls my shorts and underwear off before slowly spreading my legs open. He kneels between them, wraps an arm around my back, and gently pulls me until I’m sitting on his thighs. He makes sure my right leg is still propped up on the pile of pillows, then asks, “How’s this position?”

The muscles in my thighs are straining, but I’m sure as hell not telling him that cause then this is over before it’s gotten started. “Perfect. The only problem I have is your sweatpants. They’re in the way.”

He lets out a chuckle. “So impatient.”

“To have you inside me? Hell yeah.”

His eyes grow intense until my stomach tightens with anticipation. “Look down,” he orders.

I watch as his fingers brush over the V between my legs and how his thumb teases my clit.

I’ve never watched a man touch me before, and there’s something so intimate about it that my abdomen clenches hard with need.

“This is mine,” he growls, cupping my sex before pushing a finger inside me.

“So hot,” I moan, enjoying the sight a hell of a lot.

Luca starts to alternate between massaging my clit and stroking inside me with his middle finger. My breaths speed up, and my hands cling to his shoulders, our foreheads still touching.

“I need you inside me,” I beg, wanting him right now. “Please.”

Luca pushes his sweatpants down, his cock springing free. When he takes hold of himself, I moan because it’s such a turn-on seeing him touch himself.

He pumps himself once, heat flushing through me like a tidal wave, then he positions himself at my entrance.

Jesus. This is so erotic.

A moan escapes me as he pushes forward until half of his hard length is inside me. Both our eyes are locked on where we’re joined.

Luca’s arm tightens around me, his abs so defined it has my mouth watering.

“Christ, Mariya. Going slow might just kill me.”

I let out a chuckle that makes him groan. “You squeeze my cock like that again, and I’m not going to last.”

“My poor sex-deprived husband.” I tease him, my hands caressing his shoulders and brushing over his biceps. I revel in the feel of his strength beneath my fingertips.

“Sex-deprived is the understatement of the fucking year,” he growls, then Luca thrusts so hard inside me, I swear I see stars. A cry rips from me, my back arching as he stretches me to the max.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he presses his forehead against mine again, our lips softly touching. “Fuck, I’ve missed being inside you.”

I’ve missed having him inside me. This intimacy we can only share with our bodies joined.


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