Coerced Wife (New York Underworld #2) Read Online Charmaine Pauls

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“Sav,” I say with a gasp, breaking the kiss to drag air into my lungs.

“Damn right, tesoro.” His voice is hoarse and his features are strained with the same need that steals my reason. “This…” He pushes inside me, stretching me so wide he must be using three fingers. “Is never wrong.” He fucks me harder with his hand, stressing every word with a punch that sends me closer to the edge. “This is beautiful. Rare.”

I burrow my face in his jacket to muffle the sounds that escape my mouth, but he twists my hair around his fist and pulls my head back to look at me.

He keeps his fingers inside me, curling them to hit a spot that makes my toes curl while rubbing his thumb in a circle over my clit. He brutally shoves me over the abyss while staring into my eyes, not allowing me to escape or hide as he gives me the ultimate truth. “And this is mine.”

I come so hard on his fingers that white spots dance in my vision. Aftershocks ripple through my core, tightening my lower body with pleasure. He drinks in my expression like a vampire feasts on blood, blue flames leaping in his eyes as he releases my hair and closes his fingers around the naked globe of my ass. The fire that lights beneath my flesh is instantaneous. I suck air through my teeth as he ignites the burn of earlier where the hairbrush tanned my skin. The pain is blunt, a lingering echo of glowing embers that amplifies the pleasure convulsing my inner muscles.

“That’s our truth,” he says, victory shining with possession in his feverish gaze as he keeps his hand between my legs and makes me ride out the storm.

When he goes down on his knees, I think about the destruction that will follow in the wake of that storm. Holding my gaze, he licks my slit from the bottom to the top. He pins my hips between his large hands and eats me as if he hasn’t just made me see stars. My body sags against the dresser, the edge biting into my back as he nips and sucks my swollen clit before working it between his teeth.

I need to hold on to something.

“I can’t,” I cry out, finding purchase for my fingers in his hair.

“Give me another one, treasure.” He spears his tongue into my opening, making me yelp and go on tiptoes. “Show me how right this is.”

He laps up my arousal, flicking his tongue over my sensitive flesh and alternating between nips and licks until my need climbs again.

Voices come from the hallway.

“I don’t care,” a woman says. “I hated the make-up. I looked like a fucking clown.”

“Sav,” I whisper, pulling on the thick, soft strands of his hair.

Someone else, an older woman, says something soothing that I can’t discern.

Saverio grins against my folds, the sharp edges of his teeth scraping over my flesh. His deep voice reverberates in my core. “Not until you give it up for me, sweetness.”

“I can’t,” I say again, glancing at the door.

Saverio licks around the seam of my opening, watching me with a wicked gaze. My heartbeat spikes, adrenaline pumping through my veins. We’re going to get caught, and the worst is that I can’t bring myself to care, not when he bites down gently on my clit and swipes the tip of his tongue over the nub.

The first woman speaks again. “I don’t give a fuck if I have mascara under my eyes. You know what? Give me that.”

The older woman shrieks.

I jam a fist into my mouth to prevent myself from moaning as pleasure coils through my lower body.

“You’re all fucking useless,” the woman yells, her voice shrill. “I’ll just do it myself.”

A loud thump sounds on the door.

I jerk in Saverio’s hold. He doesn’t let up, the determined look in his eyes telling me he’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants.

“What the fuck?” the woman says. “It’s locked.”

“Calm down, dear.” The older woman’s tone is placating. “Let me try.”

Saverio doesn’t increase his pace. He sucks my clit into his mouth as if someone isn’t jiggling the handle on the other side of the door.

The orgasm builds slower this time. Saverio drags it out, bringing me there in his own sweet time.

“It is locked,” the older woman says, sounding confused.

I bite down on my knuckles as the vise starts to tighten.

“Call one of our men.” Another thump. “Get someone here right now.”

“Maybe one of the staff…”

The older woman’s voice washes away. The ringing in my ears makes me deaf to everything. My body is so sensitive the climax is almost painful. I shake in Saverio’s hold, giving him what he wanted. I’m helpless to do anything else, not only because someone, most likely the bride, wants to get into the room, but also because I’m a slave to Saverio in every way. He doesn’t even have to blackmail me. He doesn’t have to threaten me with my life. All he has to do is touch me.


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