Mafia Wedding (Criminal Billionaires #3) Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Criminal Billionaires Series by Marian Tee
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
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And that's a good thing...right?

The answer to this becomes moot the moment I feel him reach for my jeans. Just one taste of pleasure in his arms already has me addicted, and instead of scrambling away I find myself lifting my hips when Rake starts yanking my jeans down my legs. A ripping sound follows, and I feel unusually but deliciously helpless when I realize I'm already naked from the waist down, and the torn scraps of my panties have already joined my jeans on the floor.

His big hands cup my knees, and my breath catches as I look back at Rake just in time to see him position himself like a stallion about to mount his mate.

The part of me that's 'almost' psychopathic has always despised feeling weak. It's made me feel I'd rather die than find myself powerless and in chains, but when I hear Rake slowly unzipping his jeans—-

'Weak' is exactly how I feel when I hear the sound, and I feel even weaker when I see how he's actually struggling to get his cock out of his own jeans.

Is it truly natural for a man's erection to be that big, or is this the product of some famous doctor in Beverly Hills? And what about his length, darn it? The amount of time it's taking him to get his whole cock out is almost laughable. Just when I think he's done, I realize he's not, and I stop counting the inches when I realize I'm past one foot.

How can something that long be real? How can a man's erection be longer than a freaking foot, and is it even possible for him to drive the entire length of his cock inside of my pussy?

The more I stare at it, the weaker I feel, and even my sanity threatens to run away when his ferociously hungry gaze captures mine...and I see him slowly start to smile.

Oh...shit.

That smile of his absolutely promises no mercy once we start to fuck, and it has my stupid cheeks so flustered I can feel them pale one second and heat up the next.

"This is going to hurt like hell, Kayra."

He starts stroking his length as he speaks, and he purrs the words out like I'm supposed to be happy that his cock will soon be charging into my pussy like some rampaging lust-crazed bull.

"And you're going to fucking love it."

I am equal parts enthralled and outraged at how he's feeling so cocky to make such a claim, but just as I raise my hands to claw his eyes out, it's already happening—-

And all I can do is cry out as his cock tears past my hymen—-

Because that's his power over me.

He makes me as human as they come, and I can't remember feeling this normal as the pain of his possession rips me apart.

"You're hurting me again!"

The walls of my pussy feel like they're about to burst open at how thick he is, and the head of his cock is already close to kissing the entrance to my womb.

Rake suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair to yank my head back, and another cry escapes me.

"Just doing what you asked, darling," he growls into my ear. "I'm not taking it slow like I promised, and besides...I have a feeling me being gentle will just bore you out of your skull."

I have no chance to find out if he's right or wrong, since I'm too busy crying out again and again as he pounds into me over and over, and so, so hard that it feels like the shape of his cock will be imprinted on my pussy.

"Stop it!"

But the words only make Rake thrust into me faster as he pants out, "I can't, sorry—-"

"At least say it like you mean it!"

"Sorry," he says again, but this time with the most shamelessly cocky grin.

Grrr!

"Stop moving, damn you—-"

"Can't—-"

I claw his back deep enough to make him bleed the way he's made my pussy bleed, but this only has him thrusting back inside of me with a laugh.

"Stop it!"

I claw harder, but Rake only withdraws before thrusting back so, so deep, that his cock finally makes it all the way to kissing my womb.

"Damn you, stop!"

"God, you're so fucking hot when you look murderously in denial like that."

"I'm! Not! In! Denial!" And I truly mean it, never mind if the way his relentless thrusts have me panting each word out.

"You fucking are, darling—-"

He's purring again, damn him.

How dare this man purr when the pain of his every thrust is making me feel I'm about to break apart under the overpowering weight of his body?

"And you know it."

For just one second, I'm so, so insanely tempted to kill him just to prove how wrong he is—-

But when his head lowers the next moment, and he's shoving my shirt and bra up to my neck in one move—-


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