Crimson Kiss (Onyx Assassins #5) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Onyx Assassins Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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“Yes,” I said, arching into his touch, needing more.

He drew his hand back, returning to his lazy teasing as he worked his way back up to my breasts. I moaned, my fingers flexing on the wet marble wall, itching to reach behind me and feel him. Grab him and put him right where I needed him.

Dropping his hand from my breasts, I felt him behind me, and then his hard cock was slipping between my thighs from behind, just enough to brush his head through my slick heat.

“Hawke,” I groaned, shifting my thighs in an attempt to get more of him against me.

“Ah ah,” he said, shifting back enough to slap my ass, just barely hard enough to sting. “I’ll slid my cock inside your beautiful wet pussy when I’m good and ready. You understand, Princess? I own you here. No one else. Just me. And I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

I gasped at his words, trembling at the promise in them as much as I did when he’d slipped his hand between my thighs.

“Yes,” I said. “I understand.” I curled my fingers against the wall he’d ordered me to hold up.

“Good,” he said, tugging on my hair where he had it locked around his fist, jerking it back so hard it fully exposed my neck. He stepped against me again, returning to his torture, running the head of his cock through my heat, teasing my aching entrance only to slide it away, closer to my ass, and back again. Winding me up like his own personal puppet, wholly at his mercy.

And I liked it.

His lips found my neck, the tips of his fangs grazing over the delicate skin there at the same time he teased me between my thighs. My entire body was coiled and aching, begging for more, more, more.

“You’re being an awfully good girl, Avi,” he whispered in my ear before returning his lips to my neck. “I can feel how badly you want to misbehave.” He smiled against my neck, and I sighed, practically shaking in an attempt to hold myself still. “You want a reward?”

I nodded, but didn’t dare move.

He flicked his tongue over my neck, sending warm chills all along my skin as he sank his cock into me an inch before pulling back out. I whimpered with the loss, my heart racing with need.

“I think you’ve earned it,” he said, then lashed out—his fangs sank inside my neck at the same time his cock plunged inside me, the sting from both cascading along my bones in a wave of the purest electricity. He sucked at my neck, my blood making him moan against me as he pounded into me from behind, hard and gloriously unleashed.

I gasped, my hands smacking against that marble wall as he sank into me over and over again, his length filling me, reaching every spot he owned.

“You taste like heaven,” he said, flicking his tongue over the wounds to seal them. He sank deeper inside me, sliding his hand around my hip, his fingers rolling my clit, driving me toward my orgasm. “No sinner like me should be privy to the way you taste—”

I dropped my hand, wanting to turn around, to hold his face and tell him he was more than worthy of me, beyond it. Tell him that I fucking loved him for who he was, not because of what his mark had done to me.

He froze behind me before he slipped out of me and took a step away from me. The move was so jarring I whimpered, then caught his gaze. His predator eyes were on the hand that I no longer held against the wall.

“What did I tell you?” he growled, but there was a delicious heat in his eyes that sent anticipation fluttering all along my spine.

“Whoops,” I said, and his eyes widened on me.

“Whoops?” He mocked me, and I smiled sheepishly at him. The ache between my thighs was damn near painful with how close I’d been before he’d pulled away. “Bad girl,” he said, and a dark shiver ran the length of me.

He shook his head, then in a move too fast for me to track, he hauled me over his shoulder, stomping out of the shower, through my bathing chambers, and back into my bedroom. He spanked me once before throwing me on the bed.

I landed gently on the pile of silk, but barely got my arms beneath me before he flipped me over, yanking my arms out to the side as my breasts pushed into the mattress. “Keep them extended,” he said, and I gripped the sheets in obedience. “Lift that sweet ass of yours,” he demanded, and I did as he said. He slid two pillows beneath my hips, teasing my clit when he pulled his hand back out.


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