Consumed by Deception (Deception Trilogy #3) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deception Trilogy Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
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“You like this?” She stares up at me with her huge eyes, still stroking me up and down.

“What do you think?”

“I think you do.” She swirls her tongue around the crown, lapping at the droplets of precum. “Mmm. I love your taste.”

Holy fuck.

It’s the first time she’s talked dirty and it’s a strange turn-on.

“Why haven’t you fucked my mouth before, Adrian?”

“For the same reason that you’ve never gotten on your knees before, Lenochka.”

“And that is?”

“You didn’t want it.”

She shakes her head with a frown etched deep between her brows. “Of course I did. I just didn’t express it. There hasn’t been a day when I didn’t want you. Not even when I thought I hated you.”

I’m on the verge of coming then and there, even before she opens her mouth and takes me to the back of her throat.

Her words are the strongest aphrodisiac that’s ever hit me. The knowledge that she’s had me on her mind, probably as much as I’ve had her on mine, swells a dark corner of my heart with strange warmth.

Lia tries to suck me hard, even with her half-drooping eyelids and wobbly knees. My hand fists in her hair and when I thrust to the back of her throat, she loosens her grip, allowing me to use her mouth, to drive in and out of her wet heat.

My wife gags, tears welling in her eyes and drool rolling down her chin. I love this sight of her, the submission in her gaze and in her posture, even while she’s choking on my dick. She doesn’t fight me, doesn’t try to push me away as I confiscate her air.

This is why Lia has always been special to me. She takes the lash of my punishments and comes back for more. It’s like she trusts I’d never hurt her beyond repair and that I’ll only satisfy her.

My roughness matches her softness.

I pull out of her wet heat, allowing her to breathe. She sucks in audibly, her cheeks streaking with fresh tears, but immediately opens her lips, sticking her tongue out slightly.

Fuck me.

Gripping her hair tighter, I pound inside, my rhythm increasing. “You can’t get enough, Lenochka?”

“Mmm,” she sputters around my hard dick.

“You like having your mouth fucked by me?”

She nods frantically and reaches a hand beneath her dress, touching herself as if to show me just how she likes it.

“Are you wet because I’m using your mouth this roughly?”

“Mmm.” Her movements quicken underneath her dress and so do my thrusts.

I pull out of her with an animalistic groan, even though my dick is so hard, it’s fucking painful.

Lia licks her lips, her fingers pausing as disappointment etches across her delicate features. “Why did you stop?”

I grab her, lift her up, and throw her on the bed. She lands on her back with a delighted squeal as I yank her skirt to her waist.

She bites her lower lip, lust and something similar to adoration shining in her eyes. “Is it time for my punishment?”

“I have something else in mind.” I don’t bother with removing her panties and, instead, rip them against her swollen pussy. She makes this startled, seductive sound whenever I do that and I had made it my mission to hear it whenever possible.

Lia opens her legs and I slide inside her with an ease I’ve never experienced before. She arches off the bed, the soles of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs.

My pace remains slow, unhurried, as I drive into her tight heat. She’s always felt like home, the one I think about going back to whenever I’m away from it.

“Oh, Adrian…” Her lips remain parted with no more words coming out, only moans, while I take my time powering into her body with deep, long thrusts. I roll my hips, letting her feel every stroke, every touch.

Every sliver of connection.

My hands are all over her, squeezing, grabbing. My lips find her tender ones, kissing her with the same rhythm of my thrusts, then I’m sucking on her neck, finding my way to her shirt and removing it with one hand so I can feast on her tight nipples.

“Adrian…oh, God…” She pants, holding on to me while she throbs around me, then cries out, her muscles milking me as she comes undone.

Her soft moans and sexy, throaty sounds echo in the air, luring my own orgasm. The rush is hard and potent and it takes everything I have to make it last.

I come inside her the longest I ever have, my blood rushing to where we’re connected. My groans reverberate around us as spurts of my cum fill her and drip all over her cunt.

My wife is the only woman who’s ever made me feel out of my mind with an animalistic sense of pleasure. One so carnal, I don’t ever want it to end.


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