Destroy Read Online Nikki Sloane (Sordid #2.5)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sordid Series by Nikki Sloane
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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He gripped the sides of his jeans and hiked them back up on his waist but left them unzipped.

It was stunning when he sank to his knees before me and repeated the action I’d just done. His arms crossed, and his large hands yanked at the white cotton, freeing his body from his t-shirt and tossing it away with force. He was all tanned, smooth skin, like he spent more of his time surfing than creating his art.

I inhaled sharply when his warm arms wrapped around me and located the clasp of my bra. His mouth locked onto mine urgently. I’d wanted this to be a simple transaction: I took him in my mouth to completion, and then we renegotiated what to do regarding my sculpture. But now he was on his knees as I was, equal, and he seemed just as much of a slave as I was to the unexpected pull between us.

I moaned against his lush mouth and sank into his arms like a woman possessed. He was a stranger who could end my career and send me back to hell. Why was I consenting to this? Why in the world was I enjoying this?

Why did it feel like I wouldn’t survive without it?

My bra went slack, and the straps fell from my shoulders. I let him fist the center of it and tug it free from my arms, but I was a panting disaster. It was embarrassing, the sounds coming from me and how my sex-starved body arched into his touch, willing him to fill his greedy palms with my naked flesh.

His hands roved from one side to the other as if painting lust on my body. I fought to quiet the yelp as he tweaked a nipple, pulling it with a tug of discomfort but that doused me with heat. I was dizzy and out of breath, drunk off the sensation as he pressed his bare chest to mine. His soft, warm skin against mine made me delirious.

Luke’s kiss shifted from sweet to commanding in a single breath. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, nipping at me. It wasn’t hard, but there was a faint edge of pain, and it intensified the tug of desire low in my belly.

Before, I’d wanted pain and pleasure to stay separate. I believed pain had no place in my bedroom, and yet that was mostly what I got. I’d been pinned down, and tied up, and done things I wasn’t interested in. I’d even tried it Sidor’s way once. Not all that much, but I’d made an effort, wondering if playing the role of submissive was the key to my enjoyment. It wasn’t—it had only ended in disappointment.

Yet, this soft pain now was . . . interesting. A tease, not a promise of more to come, and something awakened inside me.

Luke released my lip, and his mouth carved a line down my chin, over my neck, and to the base of my throat. The coarse skin of his palms smoothed up and down my naked back, his fingertips tracing the hollow of my spine.

His kisses descended over my collarbone. I was on fire. Every inch of my skin was sensitive and aware of him.

“Oh,” I said softly, when he gripped one of my breasts in a sure hand and closed his mouth on me. My nipple tightened into a point beneath his swirling tongue. His other hand pressed into the small of my back, supporting my body as he encouraged me to arch my back and give him better access. I followed his silent direction, lifting my chest up to meet his hungry mouth.

But his action had more purpose. He eased me back further, abandoning my breast so he could brace a hand on the floor beside me. I was lowered until the hardwood was cold on my skin and the hot man was over me. His hands fumbled at my knees, pushing up my skirt so I could part my legs and he could kneel between them.

I curled my trembling fingers in his thick hair as his mouth worshiped my skin, and his thigh pressed against the scrap of silk that covered my most intimate spot. A shock of pleasure thundered up my body, and I unleashed a moan. I had to close my eyes against the onslaught.

“What are we doing?” He mumbled it in the spot where my neck met my body, but the tempo of his kisses didn’t change. “Do you want me to keep going?”

I gasped, drowning. I had barely enough air to speak. “I . . .” He shifted, once more pressing his thigh against me and delivering that sharp jolt of pleasure, only this one was better. It made me crave nothing else but for him to do it again. “Yes.”


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