Cold Hearted Casanova (Cruel Castaways #3) Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Cruel Castaways Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 124971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
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“It’s not a compliment, it’s an observation.” His hand—coarse like sandpaper—slid down from my hip bone to between my legs. “Never have I wanted to kiss a mouth and shut it up so equally.”

“I—”

“Just ride my fingers and don’t ruin this moment for me, Poppins.”

He tugged me up by my hair, plastering my back against his chest. I let out a whimper. My head dropped against his shoulder. He was still grinding against me when his thumb found my clit, swirling teasingly around it, never quite touching it. I squirmed, chasing his touch, desperate for more.

“Please . . . ,” I moaned.

“Please what?” His lips moved against my throat.

“Please touch me there.”

He did. Oh, he did.

My eyelids drooped and I shuddered all over. I was close to climaxing, and I never had orgasms while having sex. It was why sex with BJ had become taxing. I considered it mandatory cardio. Like Pilates.

Riggs’s tongue ran along the side of my neck, toward my shoulder. He picked up the pace between my legs, thumbing my sensitive bud in circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure and withdrawing just when I was teetering on the edge. Of course he was better than a vibrator. I should have known. What a curse of a husband Riggs Bates was. Wrong in all the places he needed to be right—no prospects, no money, no emotions, no loyalty—and good where sin and abandon were concerned.

After a few minutes, I felt my knees buckle and I released a loud sob. The pleasure was insufferable, and a wave of heat washed through me. I writhed and twisted, the sensation too much, too good, too loud.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I moaned.

“No.” Riggs moved his hand from my sex—which was still throbbing—pushing my lips open with his thumb and forcing me to taste myself. “Say my name.”

“Riggs,” I panted loudly. “Riggs. Riggs. Riggs.”

Was I a screamer?

“Bugger,” I muttered. “I can’t believe I screa—”

Before I could finish the sentence, I was yanked backward and somehow found myself lying down on the floor.

“My turn.” Riggs’s face was close to mine, looming over me. My lips parted on their own accord, inviting him to kiss me. But he was already frowning at the space where our bodies would connect soon, freeing himself of his jeans.

I started kicking my underwear and trousers down my ankles, eager to speed up the process. He grabbed one of my thighs and pinned me down, holding me in place.

“Keep ’em on. More friction.”

He wanted to do it with my legs practically closed?

“Would it fit, though?” I asked. I looked up from his cock, which he held in his hand.

He gave me the brightest, most heartbreakingly dimpled smile. To think that this smile belonged to no one, that it had no home, no person to love it, to look forward to it at the end of the day, made me want to weep.

“It’ll squeeze through.” He raised two fingers in the air. “Scout’s honor.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Were you in the Scouts?”

“Fuck no.”

He reached down to the breast he had set free earlier, scraping his teeth over my puckered nipple. I trembled. I was going to come again, and he wasn’t even inside me yet. This man was going to ruin me for all others, and he bloody well knew it.

Riggs reached between my legs, pushing two fingers, curling them to hit the spot BJ had never even attempted to find. His lips ran over my forehead, and he groaned, his breath fanning the hairs bracketing my face. “You’re so wet, Duffy.”

I blushed, ducking my head. He grabbed the tip of my chin and angled me to look him in the eye. Still, he wouldn’t kiss me, and it drove me mad.

“Do you still want this?” he rasped. “It’s never too late to change your mind.”

“God, no.”

His expression hardened.

“I mean yes!” I amended hysterically. “I still want it. No, I haven’t changed my mind.”

The relief on his face made my pulse accelerate. I watched as he produced a condom from his pocket and rolled it on. Secretly, I was thankful I was on the pill. Condoms were only 98 percent effective, and I definitely didn’t want to become a part of the statistics.

Riggs reached between us, pushed my thighs open as much as he could with my trousers still at my ankles, and slid into me slowly, inch by inch. We both watched his penis disappear inside me with awe, our foreheads touching. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done with anyone in bed. Ironically, I wasn’t even technically in a bed.

“Oh, God.” I dropped my head back to the floor, closing my eyes. “It’s like watching a magician pulling ribbons from his mouth, but in reverse. Your cock is never ending.”

He tipped his head back, groaning and laughing at the same time. “You’re doing good, Poppins.”


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