It Kills Me (Betrayal #1) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Betrayal Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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“Define serious.”

“You loved them.”

“Then no.”

“Really?” he asked in surprise.

“My relationships have all been a couple months here and there. As I said before, it never gets serious because I tell them about the family business, and then they opt out. Can’t see a future with someone associated with that kind of life.”

“And that’s never made you reconsider your career prospects?” he asked, his tone hardening.

“Even if I did, the association is still there. My father is still a notorious criminal, and no one wants him as a father-in-law or a grandfather to their children. So I may as well embrace the family business since it’s going to affect my personal relationships anyway.”

His eyes remained hard.

“And I haven’t dated anyone from this world because I’m not supposed to mix business with pleasure, so I can’t find anyone that way either. I’ll probably be alone for the rest of my life, hopping from bed to bed, and they’ll go off to marry someone more suitable.”

He watched me, his dinner abandoned.

“Anyway…” I dug my fork into my spaghetti. “That got heavy.”

He stared at me like he wanted to say something, but words weren’t forthcoming.

I ate my spaghetti, but the tension never dissipated.

“Have you ever spoken to your mother?”

“No.”

“No idea who she is?”

I shook my head. “I’ve never asked my father.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “She didn’t want to be a mother, and that’s her right. Why would I show up on her doorstep and bother her? What’s she supposed to say? I could blow up her entire life. She probably kept my existence secret and her husband has no idea she already had a child.”

“Is that actually the reason?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Maybe you didn’t want to hurt your father’s feelings.”

I continued to spin my fork in the pasta. “He was more than enough, so I don’t need to meet the person who didn’t want me.”

He studied me, thoughts behind his eyes that never reached his lips.

His heavy body was on top of mine, thrusting into me with slow and purposeful strokes, his powerful arms keeping my legs pinned apart so he could take me at the angle he wanted. It had already been hard and fast in the past, but now he took a slower pace, trying to draw it out and make it last longer instead of hitting the finish line as quickly as he could.

My hands worshipped his body as he did all the work. He bedded me so good it was like I’d paid for it. Everything about him was perfect, from his ripped body to the size of his package to the brightness in his gorgeous eyes.

His eyes were on mine, possessive in his stare, his dick claiming a land that had been stained by lesser men. His head dipped, and he caught my lips before his tongue moved into my mouth. He kissed me as he rocked, as he ground right against my clit.

“Axel.” I spoke into his mouth, right in the middle of our kiss, because it was just too much. He was so big that my arms couldn’t hook behind his shoulders to scratch his back. I could only reach his chest, and my nails moved down like it was a chalkboard.

He gave a sexy groan. “Pretty, I can feel it.”

He could feel how tight I became, how close I was to slipping over the edge and plunging headfirst into the oblivion only he could provide. My hands gripped his arms because I needed something strong to hold on to…and then I let go.

Our kiss was interrupted by the moans that couldn’t be suppressed. I cried against his mouth as my body gripped his dick like an iron fist. He’d made me come so many times, but every time, it was still a rush, a jolt that stopped my heart. I’d never been with a man who was so reliable.

He deepened the angle and made me wince as he prepared to release. He always liked to come inside me with his dick as far as it could go, disregarding the discomfort it caused me when he hit me that deep. In fact, he seemed to like it, loved that his big dick hurt me. “You want it, Pretty?”

“Yes.” I would never complain, no matter how much it hurt, not when I also loved it.

He positioned himself farther over me and released, giving a sexy moan as he claimed me all over again.

I knew it wouldn’t fit with the other loads he’d given, and in the middle of the night, it would leak out across the sheets, just like it did in my apartment. I had to do more laundry because of it, had to invest in another set of sheets since I went through them so fast.

We lay side by side in the dark, the curtains closed over the window, the only light coming from the bathroom down the hallway. We were both hot and sweaty, but I preferred his shoulder to the pillow, so I snuggled into his side.


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