Crucible – A Dark Enemies-to-Lovers Romance Read Online B.B. Reid

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
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His side.

The thought of owning a place in his bed has my heart skipping a beat.

Khalil leaves his lamp off, and I can’t decide if he does it out of kindness. I can’t see more than the outline of his body, which means I’m still thinking clearly, but I also can’t see…anything.

Without a single fucking word, Khalil wraps an arm around my waist and yanks me under him.

It’s so quiet in the room that the sheets rustling sound loud to my ears. My hands immediately find Khalil’s shoulders to hold him off so I can think. The raw power I can feel underneath his warm skin says I don’t stand a chance.

“Wait,” I plead when he nudges my legs apart. “Can we…can we slow down?”

I unintentionally moan when his lips find mine, and for a while, I forget that I don’t want to be here.

Khalil is an amazing kisser.

His full lips feel like pillows against mine as he shows me how he likes it. I’m not a novice to kissing, but right now, I feel woefully inadequate as I try to keep up. I can taste the mint on his tongue as he feeds it to me, and my lashes flutter as I try to keep my eyes open but lose the battle.

The moment I’m relaxed, I feel him undoing the knot between my breasts, and I come crashing back down. We’re still lip-locked when I make a desperate grab for the towel, but he catches my hands and pins them to the mattress. With his free hand, he yanks my towel away, and I cry out as he tosses it over the side of the bed. Turning my head away and breaking the kiss, my gaze lands on the corner by the window again, and I swear the shadows take shape, pressing in closer.

Lifting my head, I squint to see better, but Khalil sinks his teeth into my flesh without warning, and I gasp. My gaze snaps to him, but he’s already watching me with a mouth full of my breast. The possession in his eyes sends a flare of pain and heat rushing from the spot he claimed down to my toes, and I hear the silent command.

Eyes on me.

Rising onto his knees, Khalil flips me onto my stomach, and before I can regain my bearing, I feel the weight of one determined mountain man pressing into my back.

“Khalil, wait. Seriously. I-I’m not ready.”

“I am.”

Oh, fuck.

He yanks my hips up from the bed and nudges my thighs apart with his knee. Something hard and thick teases my opening, spreading my arousal around, and wonder turns to dread when I realize how fast this is moving. Khalil runs a soothing palm up my spine like he’s calming a skittish mare, and then he presses his hips forward.

My fists clench the sheets when I feel his crown breach my pussy, and I hear myself taunt in frustration, “What? No foreplay?”

He pulls out of me without a word, and I yelp a moment later when he slaps my ass in response. “You want foreplay?”

Khalil doesn’t stop at one.

Holding me down by my nape, his palm strikes me repeatedly, and he doesn’t hold back. He never seems to hit the same spot twice, and yet before long, my ass feels red hot, and I’m dripping, writhing, and sobbing all over his sheets. God, I’m already sore and delirious, and he hasn’t even begun. After what feels like an eternity, the spanking ends, and Khalil leans forward, his lips meeting my ear.

“Is that enough playtime for you, princess? Can I fuck you now?”

I’m panting like I’ve run a mile as he lines his dick up again without waiting for a response. It’s almost mean when his hips punch forward, but it doesn’t hurt when he enters me. I’m much too slick—too wanting and needy and desperate for all the wrong reasons.

Khalil groans as he sinks further into my warmth, and I grit my teeth to keep from screaming how much I hate him. My mouth falls open when he pushes forward again, but a knot forms in my throat, so I don’t make a sound.

I’m tense again, but I don’t know why.

Khalil huffs when he realizes he isn’t getting any further, not without hurting me. I’m thankful he has enough decency to stop, even if it is to bark at me. “Aurelia, enough of this shit. Just relax for me, all right?”

“I can’t,” I whine.

“Yes, you can. It’s only fucking, baby. You’ve done this before.” There’s a beat of silence that I’m too nervous to fill, so he sighs heavily and says, “I’m not going to hurt you, Aurelia.”

I want to believe him, but everything he’s done to me before this moment tells me he would hurt me if it meant getting what he wanted.


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