My Billionaire Boss Has Fangs (A Girl’s Guide to Dating a Vampire #2) Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: A Girl's Guide to Dating a Vampire Series by Marian Tee
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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"Come for me now, Spencer."

And that ball liquified and exploded into a gush of feminine juices, her helpless cry bouncing against the walls of her bedroom as her body responded to his command. She came, and came, and came, came until she was all emptied out, and when she finally managed to pry her eyes open...

Etienne was smiling down at her, and Spencer was immediately suspicious. "Are you—-ah!"

His fingers had started stroking the still-wet triangle between her legs.

"Did you think we were already done?"

Chapter Seven

"THE FIRST THING YOU must understand about my kind," Etienne murmured, "is that we are addicted to pleasure." One finger thrust inside of her as he spoke, and Spencer could only gasp and tremble, her mind once again starting to unravel at the thought that it was Etienne penetrating her with his finger.

"For every Caro, there is always one form of pleasure that will be more addictive over all the others, and for me..." Etienne's finger started to move. "It's all about this." And his finger went deep, so, so deep that she felt he had claimed even parts of her she never knew existed.

"Having sex..."

And his voice grew thick.

"Fucking..."

So, so thick with lust it had her whimpering.

"As for the best type of fucking, I like it a lot when I hear my woman moaning..."

And she did moan, just couldn't help but moan with the way he had punctuated the words with a deep, forceful shove of his finger.

"While telling me..." Another finger thrust inside of her. "She wants me to do all the dirtiest things to her..."

A third finger penetrated her without warning, and she cried out.

"Do you want that, mi vavli?"

Clouded hazel eyes lifted to his as she choked out, "Y-Yes."

"Then say it clearly," Etienne rasped.

"I want...I want you..." Her skin turned pink under his gaze, and he watched her swallow just before whispering shakily, "I want y-you to do all the dirtiest things to me."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yeeeeees."

"Then if I tell you I need you to obey me without question every time I fuck you, will you do it?"

Her body tightened at what he was asking for, and she could only sob out her answer. "I will."

A fiendish smile curved over his lips, and Etienne purred, "Good girl."

Oh God. Those words should've made her feel angered, shouldn't it? But instead she couldn't help moaning, her body deriving such decadent pleasure from Etienne calling her a good girl.

"Shall we start, my little bauble?"

Bauble?

"It's what I've been calling you," Etienne crooned. "That's what mi vavli means. My bauble." Dark eyes glittered down at her. "Because that's what you are. My little bauble. And you don't mind. Do you?"

Spencer could only shake her head. "No." And it was the truth. Maybe if it had been someone else, she would've. She had a feeling that even if it was someone who was as good in bed as that other party, she would still have minded. But there was just something about Etienne Hirsche...just something so sinfully irresistible about him that made her want to yearn to do every possible act of debauchery with him.

"Good girl."

She could only moan and writhe, the pleasure of having three fingers moving inside of her rendering her incapable of doing anything else.

"No, don't close your eyes," Etienne commanded when he saw her eyes start drifting shut. "Lift yourself up on your elbows. Watch what I'm doing."

Spencer could feel herself turning red as she raised herself on her elbows and watch at the way three of his fingers went in and out of her pussy. It had felt achingly good from the very start, but being ordered to watch it happen it and knowing whose fingers those were, oh, the pleasure had just magnified tenfold—-

Aaaah....ah...ah!

Her voice came out in gasps and pants when a fourth finger was thrust inside of her, and Etienne now had one hand under her ass while his thrusting fingers were anchored by his thumb, which were slowly rubbing and teasing her clit into arousal.

"Does it hurt?" Before she could answer, he pressed on, saying mockingly, "Maybe you want me to be gentler—-"

"No!" And the way her horrified gaze actually flew up to him in protest had Etienne's cock jutting out in response. "So you want it rough, mi vavli?"

"Y-Yes—-" And then she couldn't say anything anymore because he was doing as she had asked, and now it was just so much rougher, the smooth, steady pace of his earlier thrusts replaced by abrupt, forceful shoves that hurt so, so good.

It was so unbelievably good that she could feel her eyes rolling back, but the moment her head started to fall, she heard him growl, "Keep your eyes on my fingers."

And so her gaze snapped back to his fingers. Those beautiful, long fingers that seemed hell-bent on destroying her pussy, and the thought had her panting. Hard. How would it feel if that were to happen...and that was it for her.


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