Filthy A Mafia Romance Read Online Zoey Parker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
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“Ethan—” I whispered.

His left hand pressed over my mouth tightly as he leaned forward. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear a word. You don’t say anything unless I tell you to.”

I swallowed as a shiver of desire ran down my spine and to my core. His hand was hot against my mouth, the touch making me tingle in anticipation of what might come. He released my mouth, letting his hand trail down my neck instead.

I found myself arching back, allowing him better access to the column of my throat. His hand lingered there and, for a moment, I thought he might strangle me, but he didn’t. Instead, he continued lower, tracing along my collarbones, pushing back the collar of my dress for better access.

“The dress is nice,” he muttered, though I could hear the mocking in his tone. “Very appropriate. Something a mother would wear.”

It was appropriate. Off white with pale blue flowers, buttons going from the neckline all the way down the middle. The sleeves stopped before my biceps and the length actually went past my knees by several inches.

“I am a mother,” I answered before I remembered he’d told me not to talk.

His hands moved so fast I didn’t even see them. But I felt them. They gripped either side of my dress and pulled. There was tearing and several buttons popped open, allowing cool air to caress my now exposed stomach and the tops of my breasts. I was wearing a white lacy bra with matching panties, the top of which was just barely exposed.

“I told you not to speak,” he rasped thickly. “Now I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

I let out a shuddering breath, turned on instead of terrified like I should have been.

“But first, I’m going to put something in that big mouth of yours.” He grinned at me wickedly. “Don’t worry, Diana, baby. You’re gonna like it.”

Reaching into my mostly opened dress, his hand slipped down my stomach to the top of my lacy panties. My body burned where his fingers caressed exposed skin and when I felt his fingers slip beneath the lace, I gasped, wetness collecting at my core.

He grasped the fabric and jerked it hard and fast. I heard ripping once again and felt the lace pull away from my body. My vision was hazy with lust, but I focused my gaze on his hand, fisted in my panties. My eyes went wide.

Grinning at me, he said, “I told you I’m going to put something in that mouth. Now open up.”

Without even hesitating, I parted my lips, turned on by his aggressiveness, by the way he just took what he wanted. No questions asked. He shoved the torn fabric into my mouth, then leaned closer to me. “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you something else to fill that hole.”

I whimpered and he grinned.

Pulling back from me, his large hands went to his belt. My eyes followed the movement, hooked on the deft way he undid the buckle. I watched as he pulled the leather free, then held it taut between his hands. My eyes jerked up to his face, which was focused on me.

“I think I’m going to have to restrain you, baby,” he told me in that low, sultry tone. “You seem to have trouble obeying, and I’ve got so little patience for that.”

He leaned over me and tugged my arms back so that they were behind me. It was awkward and I felt like it pushed my chest out farther than it already was, but it didn’t bother me. None of this did, though I felt like it should have.

Shoving one knee between my legs, forcing them open wider, he leaned forward and used the belt to tie my hands together behind my back. He tugged on it, then used what was left of the length to attach to the arm of the chair. It pulled me more to the left, but ensured I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.

Not that I wanted to.

“Next time I’ll bring cuffs or maybe some rope, but, for now, this’ll do.”

Satisfied, he moved back, leaving my legs spread and my dress hanging open. I had to look a complete mess, panties stuffed in my mouth and my arms restrained behind my back, but the whole image was strangely erotic to me.

When was the last time I had this?

My gaze focused on him, watched as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and jerked it over his head, revealing a hard body. His muscles were cut like stone across his shoulders and abdomen, a trail of dark hair moving down his navel and into the tops of his slacks.

Slacks that were tight across his crotch.

Grinning at me, his hands went to the button of those slacks next. He popped it, then jerked the zipper down. He was bare beneath the black fabric. Pulling out his massive erection, he stroked himself once. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he told me.


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