Outtakes Vol 1 – The Russian Guns (Filthy Marcellos #1) Read Online Bethany Kris

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Filthy Marcellos Series by Bethany Kris
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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Anton withdrew his fingers from Viviana’s sex as she rode out of lingering tremors of her orgasm. He made quick work of unbuttoning his trousers and lowering his boxer-briefs enough to free his cock to his palm. Viviana was spread so nicely for him, her ass high and her sex glistening with her arousal. The heels she wore put her at just the right height for him to take her while she was bent over the desk.

Running the tip of his cock along her folds, Anton asked, “How’re you feeling?”

“I fucking ache, that’s how. Quit talking and fuck me.”

Well, he wasn’t one to deny his spoiled wife. Hell, he was the one who created this little monster of his. Together, they could be one heck of a hurricane.

Anton rested the head of his dick at her entrance and pushed in, keeping his hold on the fur coat and the strands of her hair all the while. He loved her being under his mercy—his control. God knew he loved to fuck her when she was giving it as rough as he was, but there was something about her trust in him that took their fucking to a whole new level of intensity.

Anton bottomed out in his wife’s slick, hot pussy with a thick groan. Something lodged in his throat, taking his air as her channel flexed around his shaft, her heartbeat thumping to the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

Viviana tried to back into him, to make him move, but Anton held her firm to the desk, refusing her what she wanted. “Let me feel you,” he demanded.

A cattish whine answered him back. “Anton.”

“Stop, it’s been too long and I want to feel my wife around me.”

Viviana stilled, blinking fast as she stared back at him over her shoulder again. There was a quake in her bottom lip caught under her teeth. Want skipped in her glittering eyes. Her walls encompassed him, coating him in her juices, silk, and warmth. Anton was in heaven—a heaven that burned every nerve in his body a lot like hell.

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you,” she echoed.

Anton kneaded the flesh of her ass with one hand, turning the skin pink under his handling. Quickly, he was sliding out of her sex until just the head of his cock was inside before he slammed right back in. The power behind the thrust sent Viviana up to her toes and crying out his name. The first was followed by a second harder thrust, and then a third. He didn’t give her time to react or brace herself for the punishing pace. Viviana’s hands balled into fists at her back.

“Is this how you want it, baby?” he asked gruffly.

“God, yes.”

Anton ignored the pressure building in the base of his spine, promising his release would come too quickly because he’d neglected both his and his wife’s needs. Instead, he focused in on the light sheen of sweat dampening Viviana’s exposed skin, the sound of their skin meeting, her body taking him in, and the scent of their coupling filling his office.

Viviana let loose a choked sound as she clenched her teeth, turning her face out of his sight as she rested her forehead to the desk. Anton couldn’t have that. He wanted to see her when she came around his cock so he tugged her hair and coat in his grip taut again, forcing her chest up from the desk with a growl.

“Let me watch you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, I—” Viviana’s words cut off abruptly, her body wracked with shudders.

“So close,” Anton murmured, feeling her sex clench so hard around him it was nearly painful. “Come on, baby—give me what I want.”

Her body took him in so well. Not even a flicker of discomfort crossed her features at his severity. It was clear she needed what he was giving as much as he had to take it.

When Viviana tensed in her second orgasm, his name in her mouth and her eyes flying wide like she hadn’t expected the release, Anton was lost. He came harder—harder than he expected. It rocked him right down to his bones while fireworks of sensations burst through his body.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he hissed through his teeth, holding his wife still while he came as deep as he could into her clenching pussy. “Fucking hell, Vine.”

Viviana laughed again, but it was breathless and full of air. “We need to do this more often.”

Anton thoroughly agreed. “But not with so much time in-between.”

She answered him with a wink. “And hey, you have five new clubs to christen, hmm?”

Oh, that he did.

*

Viviana woke to something that smelled like heaven. Her eyes popped open to the brightness of the morning filtering in through the windows. A tenderness adorned every inch of her frame as she rolled over in bed, but she didn’t pay it much mind.


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