Irresistible (Illicit Love #1) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Illicit Love Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
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"Except give me a choice, right?" she demands, staring up at me with a stubborn tilt to her jaw.

"I gave you a choice the first day. I warned you to walk away. You decided not to heed it." I wrap my hand around her throat, tipping her head back. "You should have run, rabbit," I whisper. "Now, it's too late."

She stares at me with wide eyes. Even now, she isn't afraid. Even now, when I deserve it less than ever, she wants me. I see it written all over her face. Whether she wants to or not, she feels me in her soul. It's right there in her eyes.

"Christ, the things I want to do to you when you look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you'd rather go up in flames than run."

"M-maybe that is what I want, Diego. To burn."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," I warn her. "I won't let you take it back, Athena. Once you give me that part of yourself, I'll burn you completely out before I let you take it back." I tighten my grip on her throat, dipping my head until my lips are inches from hers. "I'll burn everything to the fucking ground before I let you go."

"Then don't," she whispers, her voice a mere scrap of sound. "Don't let me go, Diego."

She doesn't know what she's asking. I haven't even told her the worst parts yet…the things guaranteed to make her hate me. But she's sitting here, offering me a taste of heaven. And I'm bastard enough to take.

I press my lips to hers, claiming her soul.

Chapter Eight

Athena

The heat banked in his obsidian eyes scorches me everywhere it touches as he carries me through the apartment. It passes in blurbs, not even the view outside the windows enough to draw me from the one in front of me.

God, he's beautiful. In a thousand ways I didn't expect. He's beautiful when he's angry. He's beautiful when he's bossy. He's beautiful when he's commanding my body. The way he loves his sister is beautiful. There isn't a single thing about him that doesn't captive me. God made the most dangerous animals some of the most beautiful. He's one of them.

"Fuck, I need to kiss you again." He presses me against the wall in the hallway, pinning my body between him and it. I gasp as the chill penetrates my clothes, only to be swept away again in a split second.

He plants a hand on the wall above my head, shifting my head to hold me up with his knee between my thighs. His other rakes down my side, setting me on fire all over again.

I offer my mouth up to him without reservation. He nips my bottom lip before thrusting his tongue between my lips to kiss away my soul. I moan when he rocks me against his knee, sending shards of pleasure through me.

He doesn't wait until we're in his room to start undressing me. He starts now, slipping buttons through their loops to drag my shirt from my body. His mouth never leaves mine as he sets to work on my bra, trying to strip it from me too.

We kiss until neither of us can breathe, and then part on a hungry gasp. I'm shaking with need. So is he. He grips my hips, panting as he stares at me, pure starvation painted across every line of his face.

"If this wasn't your first time, I'd be fucking you against the wall right now, bella."

"How do you-?"

"I can taste it on you. No one has ever touched what belongs to me, have they?"

"No," I whisper.

He growls, his hands digging into my hips. Another shard a pleasure stabs into me at his possessive grip. At the way he looks at me as if I do belong to him. But he isn't satisfied with his hands on my hips, not for long. He shoves them down my pants, gripping my cheeks in his palms.

"One day soon, I'm going to take this too," he says, eyes glittering with desire. "Every fucking hole on your body will belong to me."

I press my face to his throat, trying to hide how much I like the idea. It seems so intimate, so raw. I want him to have that part of me too, more than I should, perhaps.

"You'll love it," he whispers, his mouth at my ear as he kneads my cheeks. "Especially when I'm fucking your perfect cunt with a vibrator while I'm taking this sweet ass."

I drag my lips along his throat, moaning quietly. The more he talks, the more I want it. His scruff scratches my skin, but I love the way it feels. I love the way he growls my name even more.

He peels me away from the wall, carrying me down the hall again.


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