Pulse – Landry Security Read Online Adriana Locke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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Fuck.

Dahlia rolls onto her back, bending her knees and letting them fall to the side—giving me full view of her pussy. She holds my gaze as her fingers drag between her tits, over her stomach, and between her thighs. Her eyes flutter closed as she whimpers.

It takes everything I have not to pull her beneath me and sink into her as far as I can go.

But I don’t. Even though I can’t recall why I’m not supposed to do this, I know that if I do, things won’t be the same.

If I touch her, she’s mine.

There will be no going back.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice rough.

She giggles, fluttering her lashes at me. “I couldn’t be surer.”

“I’m serious. This is going to complicate things between us infinitely.”

“Troy, if you haven’t noticed, things are infinitely more complicated between us now, whether I come on my fingers or on your cock.”

I shudder at the energy centering in my groin. My stomach’s clenched so tight that I grimace.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I say.

Her jaw hangs open, and her hand pulls away from her clit. It rests on her stomach. Wetness coats her fingers, and I force myself to look away.

“How?” she asks. “How do you not have a condom?”

I chuckle at the look on her face. “This was a work trip.”

“And you don’t always carry some around with you?”

“No, I don’t,” I say, my chuckle becoming a laugh. “I don’t normally fuck on the clock.”

She grins. “That’s good to know.”

“This is your call.”

“I went to the doctor when I broke up with Freddy to ensure things were good. All clear. I prioritize my birth control appointments. I assure you I’m ninety-whatever percent unable to get pregnant today.”

The thought of impregnating her turns me on.

What the fuck?

“What about you?” she asks.

“They ran every panel available on me when that guy sliced me with a knife at Laina’s concert a couple of months ago. I haven’t had sex since.”

Her lips break into a wide smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Then you have two choices, Mr. Castelli.”

I grin. “Give them to me.”

She sits up with her legs tucked under her. Her hair brushes against her shoulders in wild waves. The way her tits hang, the soft curve of her stomach, the bend of her hips—she’s an irresistible picture that’s burned into my mind.

A picture of perfection.

“Option one,” she says, smirking. “Fuck me.”

I groan, holding myself back. “And two?”

“Get off the damn bed.”

Chapter Fourteen

Dahlia

Troy’s lips twist, and for a split second, I worry he’ll mess with me or, even worse, start talking logic and nonsense.

I don’t have time for that today. I don’t want to hear it.

Our chemistry is going to explode sooner or later. It’s futile to deny it. It might as well be a controlled burn before it blows up in our faces. Not to mention—I’m horny as hell.

I gather my hair into a ponytail, hoping he answers quickly. I’m about to combust.

He lifts up and slips off his sweatpants.

“Come here,” he says, reaching for me.

I lay my palm in his and straddle him. I’m so wet I slide along his rock-hard shaft, hissing at the pressure against my throbbing clit. I want him inside me so bad.

“You’re a fucking vision,” he says, gripping my hips.

I run my hands across his shoulders and down his chest, committing every peak and valley of his muscles to memory.

He grins. “I don’t know what to do.”

I laugh at the bewildered look on his face. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say. But you’re lucky because I …”—I grind on top of his dick—“do.”

“Do I savor this moment? Or do I fuck the hell out of you?”

“That’s quite a conundrum. But I think I have a solution.”

He lifts his brows.

“Fuck me now,” I say, bringing his hands to my chest. He cups my breasts, holding their weight in his palms. “Savor me later.”

Troy rolls my nipples between his fingers. “This might ruin our working relationship.”

I hum as my eyes flutter closed. He thrusts against my soaked flesh, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

“You’ll be mine after this,” he says.

I look at him and smile, my heart filling with affection for this beautifully broken, good man.

“I’m pretty sure I’m already yours. It’s just that neither of us have admitted it yet.”

His sweet, soft grin is one I haven’t seen before. It’s one I’d do anything to see again. And to know that I’m the one who put it there—that he trusts me enough to show me—means the world.

He cups the sides of my face and lowers me to him.

And I melt.

His soft lips move slowly against mine, sending a shiver through my body. His tongue slides past my lips and sweeps lazily through my mouth.

He pulls away, brushing my hair away from my face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he says, peering up at me. “Now, are you ready to get fucked?”


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