Disclaim (Deliver #3) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deliver Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
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“I’ll be right back.” He carried the boxes to the closet, making several trips, and returned to her with a smaller box, wrapped in black velvet.

Sitting cross-legged at the center of the bed, she reached for it, her eyes swollen from crying and nose pink. Her fingers trembled with the latch as she stared at him with a glint of excitement peering through the shadows on her face.

“Go ahead.” He sat beside her, his breaths cut short. He’d waited for this moment for so long.

She lifted the lid, lips separating with a ragged exhale as she touched the platinum, double-link chain inside. “It’s beautiful. When did you get it?”

“Years ago.” He kissed her mouth. “I’ve never collared another woman. The leather collar was intended to be a statement to others and sturdy enough to be used when I restrain you.” He ran a thumb along her wet bottom lip. “And I will restrain you.”

She leaned into his touch, her eyes shutting for a moment then opening to stare at the collar in her hand. He removed it from the box and held it up so that she could read the inscription on the round platinum tag hanging from the O-ring.

Su vida.

“His life,” she whispered and blinded him with a teary smile.

Then she lowered her head in offering. With shaky fingers, he fastened the lobster clasp at her nape and felt his whole world click into place.

“Gracias. Te amo.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to lie beside her, resting her cheek on his chest.

“I love you, too. Más que nada.”

She squeezed him tight, and her grip on him alone told him she was happy to be with him, that she trusted him. Didn’t matter how they arrived at this point, they were here, folded together, him holding her close to his side, and her closing fingers over the tag at her throat.

His heart sang beneath her cheek, his body vibrating with each breath they drew in sync. He internalized every twitch across her skin, the brush of her eyelashes against his shirt, the scent of her hair in his nose.

He tipped her face up and put his mouth on hers. She melted into him, snuggling in, and they stayed that way, wrapped up in each other for the rest of the day. When he had lunch brought in, they moved to the balcony where they ate arepas and curled up together on a wide lounge chair.

As the sun sank behind the vivid green landscape, they shared stories, painful stories, of their time away from one another. The men they’d killed, the nights they’d spent alone, and the searching, always searching for this. At some point they fell asleep, entwined together beneath the warm blanket of the black sky.

He woke with her sitting on his lap, leaning over him with her thighs straddling his hips, and a look of intent sparking in her eyes. The timer on the bedroom lights had clicked on, illuminating her white dress in an ethereal glow.

Pulses of heat charged sharp and low in his pelvis. He never would’ve imagined she’d want him so soon after the news he’d shared with her today. But this was Camila, his fighter, his backbone, a woman of carnal flesh—a yearning, determined, courageous woman. And she loved him.

She bent forward and propped an elbow on his chest, balancing her chin on her knuckles. “What if I asked you to just lie there and let me ride you for a while? Think you could handle that?”

Her husky voice curled around his cock, instantly turning him into iron.

“Yeah, I can—” Hunger strangled his words and shot through his veins, hot and restless.

Straightening, she pulled the dress over her head and dropped it. Her tits lifted with her inhale, peaked with hard rosy nipples, and her body gloriously nude except for the silver choker at her throat.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” He breathed her in and smelled the sweetness of her arousal.

His pulse hammered, and his blood simmered, begging him to take her, to bury himself inside her. His hands flew to the button on his jeans, fumbling in his urgency.

She helped him, her fingers moving over the zipper, her breaths growing louder as they tackled his clothes, stripping off his shirt and pants. When she straddled him again, her hand closed around the swollen heat of his erection.

A groan pushed past his lips, his hips rocking, thrusting his cock into the vise of her fingers as he stared with wonder into her eyes. She stretched over his chest, fusing her mouth to his, and he was lost. Floating, reaching between her legs, stroking her wet pussy. He battled her tongue, moaning with garbled demands that she keep stroking him, kissing him.

“Ride me, Camila.” He bit her lips and smacked her ass. “Sit on my cock and fuck me.”


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