Lessons Learned (Mission Mercenaries #1) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Action, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Mission Mercenaries Series by Marie James
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
<<<<61717980818283>86
Advertisement2


Her stubbornness doesn’t last much longer, and I can tell how close she is by just looking at her face.

“Waited too long.” I pull from her, the start of my orgasm beginning inside of her unintentionally.

I hiss my pleasure as I paint her lower belly with the rest.

“Angel!” she screams, and I fucking know how she feels.

Orgasm denial isn’t fun at all.

“Beg for it.”

“I will fucking not.” She tries to scurry away, but I grab her leg, keeping her on the ground. “Let me go.”

“Beg, baby.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and if it weren’t for the goosebumps on her skin I know is caused by the cool air and not the promise of my threat, I’d spend all night out here with her until she caved.

Instead, I swirl my finger around her clit, waiting until she lifts her hips from the ground an inch or so before pulling back.

“I’ll kill you in your fucking sleep,” she growls.

“Suck my cock first,” I tease, my fingers going right back to her clit when she settles. “I can do this all night, baby.”

She fucking knows I can.

“Make me come.”

I raise an eyebrow, knowing she can see my face enough to know that isn’t going to work with me.

“Don’t demand.”

“Make me come, please.”

“Asking and begging aren’t the same thing, Lauren, and you know it.”

I stop touching her when she starts to quicken again.

“Goddamn it, Angel. Please make me come.”

My smile is quick, rewarding, as I move my mouth to her pussy.

Our moans are simultaneous. I don’t think anything in the world tastes as good as us combined.

I lick at her and nip her flesh when she grows silent. She’s controlling this moment as much as I am, and I don’t have a problem with sharing the power for a little while.

Her knees come up, squeezing at my ears just a few seconds before I feel the pulse of her cunt against my tongue.

I don’t stop, but instead double my efforts. She’s out of control with pleasure, but it turns into too much quickly.

She pushes at my head, resorting to pulling my hair when I refuse to stop.

She knows what it takes, but it takes her another orgasm and several long minutes before she relaxes her legs and releases my hair.

I don’t let her linger on the ground. After zipping myself back up, I scoop her up and start the trip back to the house.

“What about the groceries?” she asks as we walk past the mess beside the truck.

“I’ll get them after I get you bathed and in bed.”

She tucks her face into my throat, and it makes me want to hold her like this forever. Lauren is quick to want to get fucked, but other displays of affection come very far and few between.

“Jesus fuck,” I mutter as I walk into the room and see the top two drawers of my dresser in a mess.

I nudge her face until she pulls it back and point at the damn thing.

“That’s why I hid the shit where you could find it. I’m tired of the fucking messes.”

She bites the inside of her cheek as she stares at the sock hanging over the edge of the second drawer.

“I’m messy.”

“And I’m going to make you scrub floors with a plug in your ass the size of a Coke can if it happens again.”

Chapter 40

Lauren

It’s still dark outside when I wake, and Angel doesn’t even stir in the bed when I climb out to head to the bathroom.

He kept his promise. I ran, and he caught me.

It can’t be this simple though, can it?

He left the things for me to find because I was messy?

I thought it was my walking papers, a way for him to tell me he was done.

It’s been impossible to fall asleep, impossible for me to let myself believe that there’s something real between us.

I’ve never depended on anyone since Liana. The letdown from that shaped my entire life from the rest of my horrible childhood with my grandmother to the profession I chose.

How can I possibly depend on him?

I’m terrified he’s going to change his mind, and I’ll be left alone.

I glance at my flat, lower belly. Well, not completely alone.

I’m fucking terrified of where my life is heading. That doesn’t mean it has to be a bad thing, but it’s impossible to shove down certain thoughts. Is there any way for me not to fuck up a child’s life? Can I be a good mother? Will the child grow up hating me? Hating him?

I scan my body, smiling at the marks left behind from our roll in the field earlier. I don’t know how long we can keep it up safely. That brings its own feelings of guilt because I don’t want to stop what we do. How fucking selfish is that?


Advertisement3

<<<<61717980818283>86

Advertisement4