Crow Read Online A. Zavarelli (Boston Underworld #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Boston Underworld Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
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His free hand reaches up to clutch at my throat as his lips find my ear.

“Things are going to change from here on out,” he says. “This isn’t a fucking game, Mack.”

“I know.”

He grabs my jaw and squeezes it between his fingers as he pins me with his eyes. “Ye’re going to abide by whatever I tell you from now on. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I can’t move my head, or even open my mouth, but it turns out it doesn’t matter. He uses his grip to move my head up and down in a nod of agreement as he answers.

“Yes, Lachlan.”

When he loosens his grip on my jaw, I echo him as he clearly wants. “Yes, Lachlan,” I tell him. “Whatever you say from now on. I’ll be good.”

He reaches down and slides his hand beneath my panties to cup my ass cheek, his touch tender while his eyes are still furious. It confuses me, and I’m shocked as hell when he smacks my ass so hard I yelp and nearly jump out of his lap. That’s definitely going to leave a mark.

“Have ye any idea what ye did tonight?” he growls.

“Yes,” I whimper. “I’m sorry.”

His fingers move harder inside of me, rougher, slapping against my clit and making me buck against his leg.

“Are ye a slut?” he demands.

Shock resonates through me at his accusation, but I’m too delirious to fight him. I’m so close to coming. So freaking close.

“No,” I whimper. “I’m not.”

His grip tightens around my sore ass in warning and he bites down on my earlobe.

“The correct answer to that, Mack,” he breathes harshly. “Is aye, Lachlan. I’m a slut for you. Only you.”

Jesus. Why the hell is this turning me on? It shouldn’t, right? I should be angry or something. But instead I’m pleading incoherently, and my arousal is so heavy I can now hear it slapping against his hand every time he moves inside of me.

“Please,” I beg.

“Answer me,” he insists as he slows his movements.

I shake my head and start to move against him myself. I’ll tell him whatever he wants to hear right now if he just doesn’t stop what he’s doing to me.

“Yes, Lachlan,” I scream so loud that if any of his men are outside, they’re sure to hear it too. “I’m a slut, but only for you.”

He grunts and slams his hand deeper.

I cry out as the orgasm washes over me, riding out the waves with jerky movements of my hips while he presses hot kisses all the way down my throat. Then he pulls his hand out of me and brings his still wet fingers up to grip my face, smearing them across my lips before he pushes them inside.

The animalistic part of me already knows what he wants, so I give into him. I suck them while he watches with smoldering eyes and makes a low noise of approval in his throat.

“Now what have ye to say?” he asks.

I blink at him, and it takes me a minute for me to realize what he wants. It’s so arrogant of him, but I like it when he’s like this, God help me.

“Thank you, Lachlan.”

“For?”

“For making me come.”

“Good girl. Now turn around,” he orders in a husky voice.

I get up long enough to spin and straddle his lap, resting my hands on his shoulders. He’s staring at me with questioning eyes. Probably wondering if he can trust me. If he should go through with this or kick me to the curb. I don’t know if it’s my need for answers or something else that makes me bob forward and capture his mouth with mine.

He tastes hot and sweet and so many other things I can’t articulate. Whatever was going through his mind a moment ago has vanished, replaced by a rapturous hunger. His hands find the clasp of my bra, making short work of it before he tosses it aside completely. Then he palms both of my breasts roughly while he pulls away to stare at them.

“These tits,” he grunts. “You and these goddamn tits.”

It’s all the talking he does before his mouth is on them, licking at them like he can’t get enough. My fingers stroke through his hair and down the back of his neck while my head falls back and I allow myself to feel everything, for just this moment. He’s so good. Too good.

“Christ.” He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, carrying me down the hall. “I’m going to burst if I don’t get inside of ye.”

Kicking open the door to his bedroom, he lays me down on the bed. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches for his belt and discards his pants in one fell swoop.

My stomach flutters at the sight before me. He’s perfect. Cut and lean and so fricken’ hot I feel like the slut he says I am for wanting him the way I do. His cock stands rigid between his legs, balls heavy with need as a drop of pre-cum leaks from the tip. It looks painful, and I want to be the one to ease it for him. I want him so bad it scares me.

“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve imagined the ways I’d have you, Mack,” he says gruffly as he lowers himself on top of me.

I reach up and kiss his throat, my voice vibrating against his skin.

“Tell me.”

He turns his head and nips at my fingers. “On my desk, in my car, at the club…”

My hands smooth down his muscular back and pull him closer, and he grins.

“Ye’d like that, wouldn’t ye?”

I crash my lips against his and wrap my legs around his waist. I need him inside of me, yesterday. I don’t even care to admit it anymore. I’ll get it out of my system, I’m sure. There’s only one surefire way. But Lachlan pulls away and gives me a chaste look as he grips my wrists in his hand. He won’t be rushed, apparently.

“Ye know what I wanted to do to ye tonight?”


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