Lethal Vows Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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His free hand, the one that isn’t up my skirt, takes my hand and places it on his cock. I can feel his hardness through his trousers. His hand moves higher up my thigh, and my legs spread even wider. I’m pretty sure the car slows, but I’m hardly paying attention right now. He reaches my panties, and I know he can feel my wetness through the lace. He sucks in a breath and gets down in front of me. Luckily for him, this car has a lot of room. He’s close, and his eyes are on me as he slides my skirt up ever so slowly. He leans down and places his mouth against my knee, lips lingering for a moment before he kisses up my leg.

“So wet for me, princess.” His fingers slide my panties to the side, and I feel him right where I need him.

I should tell him to stop.

That this isn’t right.

But it’s just sex.

And if we have sex, I can get him to leave me alone.

It’s a win-win for me.

At least, that’s what I tell myself as his head lowers, and he pulls my skirt up higher, replacing his fingers with his mouth.

Fuck.

I gasp as his tongue meets my clit, the lace is still pulled to the side, his mouth then moving lower to my entrance.

Tasting me.

He groans, and I lift my hands from my sides to caress his shoulders before I run my fingers through his hair. He needs no direction from me on how to make me feel good. Crue knows what he’s doing and how to use his mouth, that’s for sure.

His finger slides into me, causing a moan to escape my lips. His tongue continues its slow circular motion around my clit—it’s warm and feels fucking fantastic.

My head lolls back against the seat as he pushes in another finger, not slowing his pace with his mouth, and that delicate build begins to wind tighter inside me. I hate how much I fucking love it. How much pleasure he’s offering me. And I can’t help gently thrusting against him, wanting—no, needing—his tongue deeper. I can feel myself starting to come, and I know he can also feel it.

“Princess, are you going to come for me?”

I have no words. All I can do is reach for Crue’s head and put it back where it belongs—between my legs. I grind against his face, and he lets me. He keeps the pace perfect until my hands grip harder, and my body starts to come undone as I let out a small scream. He moves before I have the chance to even catch my breath. I’m still riding that wave of undeniable pleasure even after he’s no longer touching me.

I hear a zipper and then the tear of a wrapper. As I finally open my eyes, he pulls me so my legs straddle his lap. The minute my thighs are locked around him, I feel his cock between my legs, and when I look down at him, he looks up.

“Take it if you dare.” He says it in a way that makes me want to slap him. As if it’s a danger to fuck him.

Does he not know who I am?

The shit I have seen and dealt with being a criminal lawyer alone is enough to scar most people.

But that shit has only made me stronger.

So I smile down at him.

“No more offers of marriage,” I remind him.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips.

I feel him, ready to nudge inside me, but I press a hand to his chest, halting him. “Tell me you agree.” I grip his face between my palms and force his eyes to mine.

“Feisty princess.”

“Tell me you agree,” I repeat, lowering myself. Even if Crue doesn’t agree, I’m pretty sure I don’t have the willpower to pull away. I want this. My body wants this. I want more releases. And to be honest, no man has ever made me come that fast with just his mouth and fingers.

“If that is your demand, princess.” He smirks and lifts his hips, pushing himself right inside of me. I freeze, unable to move as I adjust to his size. When I felt him through his pants, I knew he was big… but shit. “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, leaning in and capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. He bites down gently, then pulls back, releasing me with a lick.

“I can take anything you throw at me,” I say. I wish it didn’t sound so breathless and was more of a match to his cocky tone. But, fuck, is he big. He comes back again, this time his lips covering mine as he kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I can taste myself on him. But I also taste him. This man is like sweet wine and temptation.


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