Keeping Lily Read online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty (Disciples #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Disciples Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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Scrambling backward, I try to escape him but he strikes fast. Grabbing me by the ankles, he yanks me back down the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks.

Before I can even answer his weight is coming down on top of me, his mouth is crushing against my lips.

He kisses me fiercely, distracting me as his knees nudge my knees apart.

With each pull from his mouth, with each thrust of his tongue, I feel my will to fight weaken and wilt.

I want this, I realize. Even after last night, I’m starved for more.

Aching for him.

Fitting himself between my thighs, he rocks his hips forward, grinding and rubbing himself against my panties.

My core is filled with a hot, needy pressure.

A moan rises up in my throat as I lift my hips up, asking for more.

He groans in return, his kiss becoming deeper, the grinding of his hips harder. My hands find his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, I’m gripping him, tugging on him.

Trying to bring him closer.

Suddenly he breaks away and the rocking of his hips stops. With a keening cry, my fingers tighten around him and I try to pull him back down.

He grins down at me with satisfaction and purrs, “So needy already, kitten?”

Instantly, I feel my ardor begin to cool.

He tips his head back and laughs, amused by the annoyed look on my face and then his gaze drifts down.

“As much as I want you,” he says and rocks his hips forward as if to leave no doubt about it. “I want to see you. Every inch of you. It was impossible to see last night in the dark.”

Panting, I turn my face to the side. The thought of him seeing me naked for some reason fills me with a new fear. What if he doesn’t find me attractive? What if he thinks my body is ugly?

Fuck, why do I even care?

“Remove your dress,” he commands and leans back, giving me space.

When I don’t immediately jump to do his bidding he sarcastically asks, “Need help?”

I shake my head in refusal and he seems to lose all patience with me.

With a snarl he reaches down, grabs the front of my dress and pulls, snapping the threads. Yanking and ripping angrily, he splits my dress straight down the front.

My breasts spill out and all of my torso is exposed. His eyes gleam as they glaze over me, and I’m frozen. Paralyzed. I don’t know what to do.

I feel painfully vulnerable at this moment.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful tonight,” he rasps, eyes locking on the rising and falling swells of my breasts. “Tomorrow I expect you to do what you’re told.”

Do what I’m told?

“Fuck you.” I spit out and try to push at his shoulders, to shove him away.

He laughs, grabbing me by the wrists. Pinning my arms to my sides.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you’re angry,” he smirks and that only pisses me off more.

I growl and buck beneath him, trying to escape his grip.

His head dips down, his hot mouth covers the peak of my breast, and I still at once.

Fuck, why does it have to feel so good?

With a groan, he pulls back a hard suckle and both of my nipples pucker and tighten into two hard little buds.

His mouth works me over, sucking, nipping, and licking my breast. Each lash of his tongue, each suck of his mouth is breaking down the last of my resistance.

There’s only so much I can take, so much I can stand. I can’t even remember the last time a man played with my breasts let alone sucked and worshipped them like he is.

He groans and I watch, entranced as he pulls back, allowing my dusky, glistening nipple to slide out of his mouth.

His eyes are closed and he has this look on his face like he’s really enjoying what he’s doing. Like I’m the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. He doesn’t even open his eyes to look where he’s going, he just moves over to the other breast and begins to suck and lick on it like he can’t get enough of it.

The empty ache inside of me keeps growing and growing until I feel like my entire body is throbbing with the force of it.

“Fuck, I love these tits,” he groans, mouth releasing my breast with a wet smack.

His tongue gives my nipple one last parting long lick and then his teeth are nibbling their way down my ribs.

Breasts warm and heavy against my chest, my core tenses as he kisses and nips a wet trail down my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

He’s not planning on doing what I think he is… is he? He can’t.

He doesn’t answer me. He just keeps nipping and licking his way down until he reaches my lacy black panties. Only then do his eyes lift to regard me, piercing and intense.


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