In Peace Lies Havoc Read online Amo Jones (Midnight Mayhem #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Midnight Mayhem Series by Amo Jones
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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I groan, my head tilting back. Gripping onto his hair, my eyes narrow. “So, this thing. You can sleep with other people?”

He pauses, his eyes slanting. “I don’t fuck girls easily.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I release his hair, and then I wish I didn’t, because now it’s standing messily over his head like a “just fucked” monster. My just fucked monster. Why am I considering this? I need my head checked. This man is dangerous. But he’s also very good in bed. And he hasn’t hurt me. Yet. I sound dumb.

He throws me onto my bed. “It means that I don’t fuck just anyone. I’m in control of myself. Are you?” he asks, his head tilting to the side.

“What? Of course I am. And what about Val?” I couldn’t stop the words from spewing out of my mouth.

He chuckles, his hands coming to my ankles to drag me down the bed until I’m half hanging off. Both his fists sink into either side of my head. He presses himself against me. “Why do you care about Val and me?”

“There’s a you and Val?” I tilt my head.

“Fuck no,” he answers. “She’s the least of your worries.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring, King. Please do go on.”

His eyes narrow, his head shaking. “You’re insane.”

I shrug, coming up to my elbows. “Maybe.” I wrap my legs around his waist and push him down on top of me. “But you’re the exact same.”

His lips crash onto mine, and he’s tearing my clothes off again.

“Wait!” I push on his chest.

He growls. Straight up growls like I’ve interrupted his feast. “What?”

“You came in here for something. What was it?”

“To tell you that we’re here.” He shrugs, before he’s biting down on my skin again, and I’m moaning his name.

He stands from the bed, removing his shirt and his jeans, pushing them down to his feet. His cock is heavy in his hand as he pumps it softly. “I need those lips around my cock, Little Bird, and I need them on there now.”

I shuffle to the edge of the bed and wrap my fingers around his thickness. Peering up at him from beneath my lashes, I roll my tongue over his tip, flicking his piercing softly.

He groans, his head tipping back as he buries his fingers in my thick mane. I can feel him down my throat as I struggle for air, desperate intakes after time. I pump him hard as he slams into my mouth. The salt from his pre-cum clings to my taste buds as I lick around him, sucking up every bit that he gives me. His pace picks up, the grip on my hair tightening. My fingers flex around his heavy thighs as he tenses, right before hot cum shoots down the back of my throat and I swallow each load like a thirsty hooker who needs to make rent.

“I’m obsessed with you,” I whisper up at him, still licking his cock.

He chuckles, gripping onto my waist and picking me up from the ground. My legs wrap around his hard waist as he slams me against the wall, his mouth sucking on my nipples. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist while his other is holding me by my thigh. His hand reaches behind as his thumb slips inside my pussy, circling it.

“Always so fucking wet for me, Little Bird. So fucking wet.” I groan as he grinds into me with his thumb, his mouth on my neck, licking me and biting me everywhere. Suddenly, his thumb is gone, and that hand is on the front of my throat. “Ever been fucked in the ass?” His grip tightens around my throat, and I know this is a warning.

I freeze. “No.”

He releases. “Good.” Shoving his thumb into my mouth, he growls, “Suck.” I do as I’m told, my tongue curling around his finger, licking off the sweetness from my body. His hand disappears again, and I feel it back between my legs as he hikes me up the wall.

His eyes search mine, a devious smirk plastered on his mouth. “Gonna have to kiss me, Little Bird, might make this easier.” His thumb dips inside me again, swirling against my walls, before he pulls it out and slips it into my ass. I tense, not sold on the foreign feeling.

“King,” I warn.

“Relax, or it’ll hurt.”

“It’s going to hurt anyway,” I muse, frantically looking around my room. I gesture for my makeup bag that’s beside my bed. “Grab the little red tube that’s in my bag.”

He glares at me.

“I’m serious, King. You are very large, and,” my eyes drop down between us. “Very pierced. You will do some serious damage. Get the tube.”

He drops me back to the floor and does as he’s told, rustling through all of my makeup before he flashes the red tube. “What’s this shit?”


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