Filthy Mogul – The Billion-Dollar Men Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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“No, I want you. I want you, Luke, please.”

My mind was running frantic as I kissed her neck and chin.

“I’ll seriously murder you if you don’t stick your dick inside me.”

I chuckled. “Needy little girl.”

“Please…” she shamelessly begged, knowing they were the magic words.

“Tell me your name,” I replied, placing my forehead on hers.

My mind was plagued with thoughts I tried to ignore but couldn’t.

The feel of her.

The taste of her.

The smell of her.

Her.

Mine…

I wanted her to be mine.

“Oh, come on… we’re so close.”

“Darlin, I’m fully aware. Tell me your name, and I’ll give you what we both want.” Brushing my lips against hers, I repeated, “Tell me your name.”

DUCHESS

Like a cold fucking shower drenching me and making me shudder, I froze. For the first time in my life, I was going to share a part of myself I hadn’t in who knows how long.

I lost track.

But that wasn’t the most shocking part…

No, that was secondary.

The hardest pill to swallow was the fact that I was…

Falling in love with him.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

LUKE

The last thing I wanted was to worry about Duchess. I had enough shit on my mind. Between the club and finding the motherfucker who was trying to take me out. I was waiting on a call from Felipe. He said he had a party he could possibly get me into where I could find the son of a bitch who was pulling the strings like a fucking puppet master.

Not only that but searching for a new cocaine distributor was becoming harder than I originally thought. I had my team for years and it was why someone was trying to take me out to begin with. They wanted what I had, and there wasn’t a chance in hell I wouldn’t go to war for what was mine.

Things were getting tense, and word around the street was that I was sniffing around. I’d gotten a little too trigger-happy, and now I was reaping the consequences of my temper. Too many bodies were piling up. There was no staying behind the scenes right now. I was front and center with it all. I had to be. If someone wanted me out of hiding, then there the fuck I was.

Ready to make my presence known.

My plate was fucking full. As much as I wished I could be in more places at one time, my priority was my clubs. I had to travel all over the place to make sure everything was running smoothly. Just when I thought things might slow down and I could find a balance, some goddamn normalcy, unexpected shit would happen, and I’d be back to square one again.

Two weeks had passed, and in the back of my mind, Duchess’s contract would end soon. I couldn’t tell you why that made me anxious, but it did. I still didn’t know a damn thing about her, and it was getting harder to stay patient when I wasn’t one to begin with. I tried not to lose my shit on her when it was obvious she was still trying to keep me at arm’s length.

Not when I was falling for her.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

I went from not giving a shit about women to being slightly obsessed with one, and the irony was not lost on me.

It was Sunday night, and we were at another one of my private clubs. This one was in the middle of nowhere, and its sole purpose was to be away from prying eyes. It was past midnight, and the party was in full swing. Duchess was DJing the event, and she was taking a break in my office. My regular girl called in sick.

She was wearing a schoolgirl outfit, and it was distracting while she tried to talk to me.

“Luke?” she called out. “Are you listening to me?”

“Mm-hmm…” I rubbed the back of her thighs as she stood in front of me at my desk and I was still sitting in my chair.

“Then what did I just say?”

Kissing along her bare waist, I asked, “You wearin’ this for me?”

“Ugh. You’re not listening.”

“You dressin’ like this is gonna get me arrested.”

“I have that effect on men, but as you know, I’m my own bodyguard.”

“I haven’t claimed you yet.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours.”

The ways that I wanted her were never-ending.

“That’s only because you’re so stubborn. If you would just let it happen, you could put it in any of my holes.”

I groaned, leaning my forehead against her stomach, and she started rubbing the back of my neck.

“My girl likes it up the ass, yeah?”

“If you keep this nonsense up, you’ll never find out.”

What can I say to that?

“I know what you do,” she stressed. “I know exactly the kind of man you are, and I have no problem with it.”

Gazing up at her, I declared, “I’ll wait as long as I have to. You’re worth it to me.”


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