Irredeemable – Curvy Girl Mafia (Illicit Love #3) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Illicit Love Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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He looks stricken, as if he never considered that I might love him with the same intensity. That I might need him with the same ferocity. And in that moment, I see the fear in his eyes, the struggle between the man who has spent too long in the dark and the man who loves me hot enough to set the world aflame, and I understand what he's truly afraid of. Himself. Now that he's come face to face with the realization that I'm breakable, he no longer trusts himself not to break me.

"I love all of you," I whisper, giving him my trust since he has none of his own. He could never break me. He isn't capable of it. "I trust you."

His groan rumbles through the room, a primal sound that ignites a wildfire in my veins. His lips crash against mine with a hunger that feels like redemption, fierce and unyielding.

"Karina," he whispers against my lips, his voice laced with a dark promise. "I need you. Now."

Yes. God, yes.

Finally.

His hands roam my body with a rough ownership that sets my soul on fire. His fingers dig into my flesh, branding his possession into me as he hasn't in days. I revel in the pain that intertwines so perfectly with pleasure.

I claw at his clothes, desperation guiding me as I fight for the heat of his skin against mine. I want it, need it, have to have it now.

Our breaths mingle, hot and erratic, as we strip each other with frantic urgency.

He lifts me effortlessly, claiming his throne—a leather armchair in front of the windows. I straddle him, the cool air of the living room a stark contrast to the scorching heat of our naked bodies. My gaze locks with his green eyes.

"Look at you, mio angelo oscuro," he murmurs, his finger trailing a deliberate path down the center of my chest all the way to my core. He plunges it into me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. "So fucking perfect."

"Please, Coda…" The plea escapes me, raw and edged with a need only this man can satisfy.

"Apri le gambe," he growls. "Spread your legs, cara."

I scramble to obey, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders as I spread my legs for him.

"Every part of you is mine to take." He pulls his finger out of me, my juices soaking it. With his eyes locked on mine, he quests lower, pressing it against my back entrance.

My head falls back on a moan as he breaches that entrance, sending pleasure and pain through me in a delicious dance. His finger presses in deeper, stretching, claiming, while he grips his shaft with the other, easing me down onto him.

"Ride me," he growls. "Don't stop, cara. Feel what it's like to have me everywhere at once, claiming every part of you."

I'm helpless to do anything but obey, driven to the brink by the need. Our rhythm is frenzied, every thrust driven by a hunger that consumes and eclipses everything in its path. All that's left is want and need and take and claim—him and me as we were meant to be.

This is what I've wanted, what I've needed.

"Say it again," I demand, my voice breaking with the way he fucks me.

"I love you," he snarls, thrusting up into me with a force that robs me of breath. "More than my own life. You're my salvation."

And he might be my damnation. But this right here, this is where I belong.

I bounce on his thighs, each thrust sending electricity sparking along every nerve ending in my body. Each press of his fingers in my ass sends me spiraling further and further from reality.

"Karina." His voice is a ragged whisper. His eyes are fathomless pools, drawing me deeper under his spell as he drives into me again and again.

"Look at me," I moan, no longer the innocent girl he found at the party, but someone else. What did he call me? Mio angelo obscuro. Yes. His dark angel. His queen.

Our gazes lock, and the world falls away.

"Karina, amore mio," he groans, his movements growing more frantic. His grip more possessive. "I'm—"

"Let go, Coda. Together," I whisper, feeling like I'm going to break apart and scatter into a million stars.

His grip tightens on me, my name a prayer on his lips. I breathe his as we come undone, reaching heaven together.

"Ti amo," he breathes against my ear, sending aftershocks rippling through me as he writhes in ecstasy. "Ti amo."

"I love you," I whisper back, my heart overflowing with love for this beautiful, complicated, perfect man who doesn't trust himself but trusts me enough for the both of us.

As we come down, we cling to each other, gasping for air, complete in a way we've never been. And in this moment, everything we still have to face—my father and his crimes—doesn't seem nearly that big.


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