Raw (RAW Family #1) Read Online Belle Aurora

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: RAW Family Series by Belle Aurora
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
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Looking deep into my eyes, he asks, “You gonna come on my cock, Lexi?”

I nod my head rapidly. Tingles line my spine, and white spots blur my vision. Just as my eyes close in bliss, Twitch whispers, “Come for me.”

Gripping his cock tight, I pulse around him and moan, “Yes. God, yes.”

His thrusts pick up and become harder, almost violent. Lifting himself off my back, he grips my hips tightly and pulls me back into his thrusts. In a sex coma, all I can do is moan and sigh as he does what he does. It’s feels amazing. He suddenly grates out, “You on the pill?”

My eyes snap open. My sex coma gone.

Shit on a stick! We aren’t using protection! What the hell is wrong with me?

I blame Twitch for my lack of thinkage. He has me all wound up, and now I have the dumb.

A slap to my ass brings me back to reality. “Yes. I’m on the pill.”

Not a second after I respond to him, his fingers tighten around my hips, and he thrusts so hard, so deeply into me, that it feels like I’m bouncing on a trampoline. His grip tightens on me. He impales himself into me one last time and holds my hips tightly in place.

And I feel it.

His orgasm.

He groans deeply, then stills as his cock jerks, and with every throb of his release, a feeling of comfort washes over me. And what a feeling! Wet warmth coats me from the inside. It’s amazing. I’ve never had sex bare.

My brain interrupts me with, “You do realize you just had crazy-assed sex with a homeless, crazy-assed stalker-dude, right? You also let this guy come inside you and you’ve known him about a minute and a half.” My brain’s eyes widen and it nods. “You, my dear, are a stupid ho.”

Twitch still hasn’t removed himself from inside of me. His thumb absently strokes my hip, and the only sounds that can be heard in my room is a duet of heavy breathing. I smile to myself.

Meh.

I’ll worry about the BS tomorrow.

What the fuck was all that?

My head itches around the empty space where my brain should be.

Get out of there, man.

This was not how things were meant to go tonight. She was meant to be scared, and weak, and fragile. Not all…fucking hell.

She was meant to be everything I needed. She was meant to be something I could work with.

Who says she isn’t?

I’m getting used to ignoring my mind’s voice when it talks stupid smack like that.

She says the magic words – I give in – and my cock gets happy. I can’t wait to break her in and start what I’ve waited years for. But no. She doesn’t give in so easily…and even when she thinks she’s giving in, she’s only giving up a small part of herself. Not what I need her to give for this to work.

And it’s not e-fucking-nough for me.

I need her. I want her. I will own her.

The need to punish her is getting worse.

So why didn’t you?

Searching for my tee, I find it by the front door with the rest of my clothes and slip it over my head. Like I said, tonight did not go as planned. And I need to get away from her. From her sweet smell and soft mouth. I need to think.

Walking back to her room, I sit on the edge of her bed and go about putting my shoes on. Without turning to her, I walk back down the hall, grab my jacket from the sofa and walk out the front door. Giving her a false indication of what tonight meant to me.

Nothing.

I know I’m an asshole. I’m not even sorry.

As I close the door behind me, I force my eyes down, making sure not to look down the hall and into those big blue eyes.

No. Tonight definitely did not go as planned.

I hear the latch click over as Twitch walks out of my apartment. I’m not really sure what I expected…but that was not it. I think I expected at least a goodnight.

My brow furrows. My brain works overtime.

With that exit, I’m left feeling like a hooker who paid her hero back through sexual favors.

And I suddenly feel dirty.

Standing on shaky legs, our combined juices run down my legs as I make it the bathroom just in time to throw up.

I woke this morning in a foul mood. This was expected. I went to bed in a foul mood, so it makes sense to wake up in one too.

After Twitch left and I made my mad dash to the bathroom to lose the contents of my stomach, I showered for the second time that night to wash the dirty feeling off of me. And while I was showering, I wondered what in the hell I was thinking allowing a man I don’t know – a potentially dangerous man – to have his way with me.


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