God of Vengeance (Kings of Mafia #5) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Mafia Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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I was way too fucking rough with her.

Climbing to my feet, I carry her to the bathroom before I set her down on the counter.

I switch on the faucets in the shower, and the moment the water is warm enough, I move her into the shower.

“Lean against me,” I order.

Her hands grip my sides, and her breasts press against my stomach.

I use my hands to rinse her blood from our bodies, and when my fingers gently brush over her pussy, she lets out a gasp.

“Almost done, my little spitfire,” I murmur.

When I’m finished, I switch off the faucets and grab a towel. I dry her body, and after wrapping a towel around her, I lift her to sit on the counter again so I can dry myself.

I wrap another towel around my waist before I pick my woman up bridal style.

Walking out of the bathroom and through the walk-in closet, I stop in the sitting room and lean down so she can reach the side table.

“Grab my gun.”

Gabriella picks up the weapon, then I walk through her bedroom and head to my suite.

Not even bothering to switch on a light, I take Gabriella to my bed and carefully lay her down.

Grabbing the gun from her, I set it down on the bedside table before I stalk to my bathroom, where I keep a first aid kit and painkillers for when I get hurt.

I grab the Tylenol and get a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in my private sitting area, then head back to the bed.

“Take two,” I order as I hold the water and painkillers out to Gabriella.

I grab the remote control from the bedside table and push the button to turn on the lights, then watch as she takes the medication.

When she’s done, I ask, “How do you feel?”

“I’m okay.”

When I reach for the towel around her body and pull it open, her eyebrows fly into her hairline.

The moment I nudge her legs open so I can see if the bleeding has stopped, she gasps, “Are we going to have sex again?”

I let out a chuckle. “No. Just checking whether I should call a doctor.”

“Don’t call a doctor, and don’t look down there,” she snaps, clamping her legs shut while trying to slap my hand away.

My eyes flick to hers, and bracing my hands on either side of her ass, I mutter, “Your pussy belongs to me, and I will fucking look all I want.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she argues.

She fucking argues.

With me.

I blink at her a couple of times, then force her legs open and make sure she’s not bleeding to death. Once I’m happy, I grip her chin and lean in close to her face.

“There’s no space for embarrassment between us. The sooner you get comfortable being naked around me, the better.”

There’s a stubborn look in her eyes. “It’s not going to happen overnight.”

I sit down beside her, and with my eyes locked on hers, I pull the towel completely away from her and toss it on the floor.

Slowly, I let my gaze drift down to her fucking amazing breasts and over her stomach before settling on her pussy that’s barely visible with her legs so tightly squeezed together.

“Open,” I demand.

“Dio,” she mutters before opening her legs slightly.

“More.”

“Damiano,” she hisses my name.

When I just stare at her, she lets out a sigh, and with a dark frown on her face, she spreads wide fucking open for me.

My cock hardens at the erotic sight, but I try to ignore the desire burning through my veins because she needs time to recover.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my tone hoarse from wanting her.

I lift my eyes back to her face. “I like it best when you’re only wearing my ring.”

She moves onto her knees, and when she reaches for the towel around my waist, I lift my ass so she can pull it away from my body.

She brings a hand to my chest, and as her palm brushes down to my abs, she sucks in a trembling breath of air.

“You’re the first naked man I’ve seen,” she admits.

“First kiss?” I ask.

She nods as her hand moves lower.

“First orgasm?” I demand.

“Yes.”

Her fingers brush over my cock, and my soul almost ups and leaves my shuddering body. My cock jerks for more attention from her.

Compared to other men in my profession, I’ve had a quiet sex life. I’ve only been able to tolerate six women, and the sex wasn’t near as good as it was tonight.

I only kissed the first woman I was with. I thought I didn’t like it, so I never did it again until Gabriella.

Turns out I love kissing.

“Wrap your fingers around my cock,” I order.

Gabriella scoots closer until her knees press against the side of my leg. When her hand closes around me, I let out a harsh breath.


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