Queen of Vice (Old Money Empire #1) Read Online Natalie Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Old Money Empire Series by Natalie Bennett
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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“So you do listen,” he mused with a taunting smile. “Add another finger, I can see how wet you are.”

I hesitated again, but I knew what I had to do. Gathering all my remaining strength, I slid another finger into my silky folds. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily, but I didn't want to lose control. I pushed my fingers deeper, feeling the wetness around them. My heart raced, my nipples hardened, and my breath grew shorter.

"There's a good girl," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Now, make yourself come."

At his command, I focused all my attention on my pleasure. I moved my fingers faster and more firmly, the sensation of them inside me driving me to the edge. The fear, the danger, and the power he held over me all added to the intensity of my arousal.

"Say my name," he commanded, his eyes locked onto mine.

I gasped in surprise at his demand, but I knew what he wanted. I clenched my eyes shut and whispered his name. “Mateo.”

"Again," he ordered his voice like velvet.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to open my eyes and meet his gaze. I whispered his name once more, feeling a strange mix of pleasure and shame.

He leaned back slightly, his smirk growing wider. "Louder, anjinho," he commanded. "Scream it for me."

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I knew he would make me do it. Inhaling sharply, I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, feeling the words vibrate in my chest. His eyes seemed to glow as he watched me. "Yes, that's it," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, let go, anjinho.”

I took a deep, shaking breath, feeling the familiar rush of pleasure and release building within me. As I focused on the sensation, I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me, watching my every move with a predatory hunger. But at the same time, there was something else there – something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Abruptly, I felt my body convulse as an intense orgasm washed over me. I let out a breathy cry, my head thrown back as the pleasure consumed me, my pussy gushing onto the sofa beneath me.

He was in front of me, moving without a sound. My eyes flew open as he pulled my hand from my pussy and grabbed hold of me by the throat, partially lifting me up to kiss me roughly. His lips were rough and possessed, consuming me in a way that left no room for air or thought. His other hand dropped to his slacks, making quick work of his belt. He lifted me further and turned me around, positioning me on the edge of the couch, using a knee to spread my legs wide apart. His palm forced my shoulders down. My chest felt compressed, and my heart pounded against my ribs. His hands gripped my hips as I tried to catch my breath, staring at the wall of glass that overlooked the city in the distance. I tried to gather my wits and focus on the rapidly approaching reality. I could see our reflection in the glass, the two of us staring back. He had a predatory look in his eyes, and I felt like prey. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breathing was short and sharp.

He positioned himself behind me, his body hovering above mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. There were no sweet words or gentle caresses. He entered me with one thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go. I cried out from the roughness and the sheer size of him filling me completely. My hands clawed at the sofa cushions, grasping for purchase as he began to move within me.

He was brutal.

He fucked me with no holds barred.

The glass wall seemed to blur as our reflections danced wildly, each movement amplifying our animalistic desires. My head fell back, my mind hazy with the intensity of our encounter. I felt his hand wrap around my throat once more, a reminder of his dominance and the control he held over me. I moaned, unable to resist him even if I wanted to. My body shuddered with each thrust, my pussy clenching around him, begging for more. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me empty. In one fluid motion, he thrust into me again.

“So goddamn perfect.” He slapped my ass, fucking me harder and without any mercy. His thrusts became more aggressive, more possessive.

“Too much,” I gasped, my body aching under his relentless assault. I gripped the sofa cushions harder, my nails digging in, leaving marks.

"Too much?" He sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this is too much? We’re just getting started." He withdrew and grabbed me off the sofa by my throat, collaring me with his hand and walking me to the window. I was shoved against the glass, my breasts flattening against the cool surface. He leaned in close to my ear, his breath fanning against my skin. "You think you can resist me? You think you can deny me this?"


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