Coerced Queen (New York Underworld #3) Read Online Charmaine Pauls

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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The sight of him naked in the water is mesmerizing. I can visualize the shape and size of his cock beneath the foamy bubbles as well as the darker, bulbous head that bobs in the flow where it reaches his navel. The dark patch of manly hair that cuts a triangle across his groin and cushions the heavy sac at the root of his cock makes me want to bury my fingers there. His handsome features are devastating in their beauty, the perfectly unblemished lines of the unmarred left side mixing with the shockingly damaged right to create a powerful portrait of masculine perfection that’s only enhanced by the imperfection and the stark contrast of the black eyepatch.

Lowering his head slowly, he aims for my lips. My whole body starts tingling even before he slants his lips over mine. He doesn’t ask for permission to explore my mouth. He licks the depths with hungry, lazy strokes of his tongue, effectively and meticulously waking every nerve ending in my body.

I turn helpless in the wake of the ecstasy that fires through my veins. This is how a rabbit must feel in the clutches of a boa constrictor when it wraps its prey in an oddly soothing but lethal caress. Lethargy as sweet and thick as honey takes over my brain and turns my thoughts foggy.

When I moan helplessly into the kiss, he lifts me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. Without breaking the magic spell of that dangerous kiss, he tweaks my nipples and manipulates them with cruel pinches and tender flicks of his thumbs until my breasts are swollen and heavy and my body begs for a deeper touch.

“Sav,” I protest when it gets too much, pulling away not only to breathe but also to clear my mind that feels drugged with lust.

His cock is thick and warm between my legs. Unable to resist, I drag a hand over the crest and down his length.

Hissing through his teeth, he catches my wrist. “Slow down, tesoro, or I won’t last.”

I’m vaguely aware that gallons of water will be wasted when I lift onto my knees. We’ll have to drain the Jacuzzi after what we’re about to do. However, as soon as his velvet-soft crest touches my folds, I’m beyond caring.

Impatient now, I glide down, taking him inside me.

Saverio utters a curse.

I’m slick enough to accommodate him easily. When he’s fully sheathed, I keep still, simply enjoying the fullness for a moment.

He lowers his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. The heat of his tongue on my sensitive flesh makes my inner muscles contract around him.

He closes his fingers around my breast, plumping the curve in his grip before giving the tip a gentle nip. Then he sucks it deep. My back arches with pleasure. My nipple puckers in his mouth, the skin around it contracting.

He flicks his tongue over the hard point before releasing my breast. “You taste so fucking good.”

I lift onto my knees and move down again, teasing him with a shallow thrust.

“Goddamn,” he bites out. “You’re tight. Hot.”

I set a slow pace, tracing the contours of his broad, chiseled torso with my palms and worshipping each of his scars, those marks he earned for saving my life. I look at his face while I sweep a hand around his ribs and up his back to caress the bumpy skin where the burn wounds healed above his shoulder, seeing the need and want in his gaze as he watches me like a starving predator.

Needing more contact, I let my nipples brush over his chest as I slowly rise and sink back onto my knees. I’m so sensitive that every ripple inside makes me shiver. I savor every sensation—how much he stretches me and how deep he goes. I’m reluctant to end it, so I still.

“Fuck, woman,” Saverio says with a growl, fisting my hair. “You’re killing me.”

The sting where his fingers tangle in my roots only makes me burn hotter. He pulls my head to the side with the rough impatience of a man on the verge of losing control. The kisses he trails along my jaw are soft. His stubble leaves an abrasive path that makes me want to beg for more. Latching onto the soft skin of my throat, he nips and kisses that sensitive spot. It’s going to leave a hickey, but I don’t care. I moan again, tilting my head back to give him better access.

He lets go of my hair to lock his hands around my waist. Knowing what’s to come, that he’s going to set a hard pace, I grip his shoulders for balance. Only, he doesn’t bounce me on his lap as I expected. I utter a shriek as he lifts me off him and spins me around in the same movement before plastering my body to the wall with my back against his chest.


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