Crown of Bliss – A Billionaire Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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“You taste so fucking good,” he purrs, licking me all over, licking me up and down, fingers rolling over my clit. I’m soaking wet, dripping down my thighs, dripping onto his tongue. “My honey. My lovely Ren.”

“You’re still a bastard,” I say through my teeth. “You’re a controlling, psycho bastard.”

“That’s right,” he says, his fingers sliding deep inside my pussy. He starts finger-fucking me. “You filthy girl. Go ahead, say what you want. Do your worst.”

“Fuck you,” I moan, which really means keep fucking me. “You’re such a bastard. You piece of shit.”

“That’s right, you good girl,” he growls and a finger slides into my ass. I’m gasping, whimpering, my hips pushing back as he finger-fucks my ass, finger-fucks my pussy at the same time. It’s too much, it feels so fucking good, I’m trembling and riding that edge.

“You’re a bastard,” I moan. “You’re a fucker. You’re a maniac. You’re deranged.”

“And you want to come, don’t you?” he purrs, going faster. “You want to come, lovely Ren.”

“Please,” I gasp, back arching, head thrown back. I don’t think I can stop this even if he commands it. “Please you bastard, let me come.”

“Then come for me, darling,” he says.

And as I climax, a knee-shaking, back-breaking climax, my entire body trembling, he leans forward—and bites my ass.

“Fuck,” I gasp, sobbing with pleasure.

I end face-down on the seat. Tears roll down my face. Drool escapes my mouth. My uterus keeps clenching, my ass tightening.

And Lanzo watches, smiling like he performed a miracle.

Chapter 29

Renata

Back at the apartment, he washes me in the shower. Lovingly, paying close attention to every inch of my body. He soaps me, murmuring how much he adores my skin, my curves, everything about me. Lavishing me with praise. When we’re done, he wraps me in a fluffy robe and puts me to bed. His arms wrap around my body, pulling me tight against him.

I cuddle in close, feeling dizzy from the attention, the wine, the good meal. His breathing deepens, and I start to think he fell asleep. At least until he speaks, his voice soft and low. “I left the country because I thought there was adventure out there.”

It takes me a second to understand. He’s speaking as if he’s picking up a conversation we stopped earlier. “Did you find any?”

“I thought I did.”

“Must’ve been nice,” I murmur, burrowing closer.

“It wasn’t. Those were hard years. They’re still hard years.” He sounds far away, like I’m running from him down a tunnel. “I’ve done bad things, Renata. I need you to know that.”

“If this is the part where you confess to murder, don’t bother. I’ve seen the bodies already. Well, one anyway.”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “You should care more than you do.”

“Why? We’ve all done things. Well, I haven’t killed anyone, but still.”

“I was a mercenary.” He pauses, kisses my hair. “I’m still a mercenary. That means I take the jobs as they come, regardless of who’s doing the hiring.”

That gets my attention. “I thought you worked for the government?”

“Which one?” he asks, sounding exhausted. “I’ve done work for them all. Good guys, bad guys. Some very bad guys. The only organizations that want to hire men like me aren’t out helping people.”

“Why take the jobs?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Adventure,” he admits. “It was a game to me. Chess pieces on a board. I preferred working for the US Government and its allies, but that’s not always how things shook out. I broke laws, helped regimes I shouldn’t have helped, did things that would make you disgusted.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” I close my eyes, breathing his smell. “You don’t have to confess your sins to me, Lanzo. They’re yours to keep.”

“Maybe I’m unburdening myself,” he says, sounding thoughtful. “Confession is itself a kind of therapy. Mostly, I want you to know, because if we’re going to keep doing this, I want you to be aware of what I am. And what I’ve done.”

I chew on my lip. I’m starting to wake up a bit. I raise my chin, looking at him in the darkness. “Is this a continuation of our girlfriend-boyfriend conversation from earlier?”

“Yes,” he says. “Which you rudely interrupted.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one that did all the interrupting. With your fingers.”

“In two of three holes. Keep talking and I’ll make it all three next time.”

A little thrill runs into my chest. “Promise?” I ask.

He growls, shaking his head. “You kill me. I just admitted to doing terrible things, and you’re thinking about me putting my fingers in your mouth while I fuck your ass.”

“And my pussy, don’t forget.” I shiver, kissing his bare chest. “I don’t care about any of that. I came to a decision tonight and I’m going to stick by it.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I’m living in the moment.”

He laughs. “Really?”


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