Dark Need (House of Sin #3) Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: House of Sin Series by Clarissa Wild
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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He pulls me close and sets me down on his lap, silencing any resistance I had inside me. And when he grabs my chin and makes me look at him, I’m at a loss for words. I drown in his eyes. Live for his kisses. And when his mouth lands on mine, I float away.

How is it possible that one man has managed to capture me in such a way that I’m not able to let go?

That I feel like I can’t even breathe when I’m not near him?

His kisses are gentle but all-consuming and soul-destroying. Even though the tears run down my face, I kiss him back gleefully, knowing this could all come to an end at any moment in time.

When his lips unlatch, he says. “How are you even here right now?”

“I was kept as a prisoner in some damp hut, but then this girl came to get me out of nowhere and had a guard escort me here.”

He looks away and frowns. “The maiden …”

I nod. “She was here, wasn’t she?”

His brow twitches. “To clean me.”

I touch his beard, which seems cold and wet to the touch. So that’s what the bucket of water was for.

“She’s the girl you were supposed to …”

I can’t even finish my sentence before my cheeks start to flush.

He turns my head to meet his gaze again. “I don’t want her.”

I’m mesmerized by the sheer look of devotion in his eyes.

Like I am the only girl he could ever love.

Like I am the girl he would die for.

“I want you.”

The desperation in his voice is too much to bear. And as my fingers curl through his beard, all I can think of is that I don’t want him to be with that girl. I want him to be mine.

So I lean in, our lips dangerously close. “Then take me.”

And when he does, he kisses me so hard my soul leaves my body. I wrap my arms around his neck as his hand rests in the nook of my back, and I lean in to press my body against his.

He groans with greed, his pants tenting against my ass. He quickly scoops me up in his arms and plants me down onto the ground, slathering me with kisses. First on my chin, then down my neck, all the way to my breasts, where he grabs a fistful and grunts, the sound bringing goose bumps to my skin.

I’ve wanted nothing more than this ever since he left. But the feeling is bittersweet as I know it must end. After this, who knows what they’re going to do to us. But when he looks at me, all of that seems to disappear, and all that’s left is us, swept away by love and lust.

And I let it all wash over me as he rips down my shirt and buries his face in my chest, cupping my breasts, twisting the nipple until I moan. The sound is interrupted by his mouth covering mine as he crawls on top of me. My hands desperately search for his pants, and I fumble with the button until it finally pops and his giant dick breaks free, still causing me to tense up.

His lips linger on my lips, leaving a taste I’ve only dreamed of these past few days.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I plant a finger on his lips and bite my own, nodding while I coax him closer with my hand. Pleasure shows on his face as I wrap my hand around his length, and I can tell it’s hard for him to hold back. Like he’s been dying to finally have me again and make me his.

He plunges into me with full force, my mouth forming an o-shape when he’s buried deep inside. His mouth slams onto mine again, the kisses volatile and uncontrollable. It almost feels like this is our last day on earth. Like he wants to tell me I’m his and he is mine and that nothing will ever change that. And I’m okay with that.

In fact, all I want to do is stay right here, underneath him, with my hands wrapped around his thick, muscular neck, looking deep into those blue eyes until I suffocate.

My hands slide along the ridges of his back, the coarse markings left on his skin by his punishers, wishing I could take every one of them away. But I can’t. Instead, I let him ravage me with every inch of his body. His lips roam freely across my chest, my lips, my neck, moans mixing with sweat and tears as I take it all in like an addict on her last shot.

When he moans, my body lights up, and the pressure in my pussy begins to rise.

“Fuck,” I mutter as he buries himself in me deep.

His groans come out in spurts as though he’s trying not to make noise so no one hears us, but I don’t need to hear him to know what’s happening. Because I can feel it inside me, dripping out of me, pooling underneath my legs.


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