Revenge (Yacht Kings #1) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Erotic, Forbidden, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Yacht Kings Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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I guess I’d forgotten it myself–the aftermath had blotted out the original experience. My life ruined over a kiss and a second-base grope.

“Mmm hmm.” I stroke my thumb along her throat. “You’re a beautiful woman. New York aristocracy. You should have been out of reach for a guy like me, but there you were, coming after me like you saw something you wanted.”

Dahlia pivots on my lap and shocks me by straddling my waist. I doubt it’s so she can grind over me–she probably just wants to look at my face, but that doesn’t stop me from yanking her core right over my hardened cock.

She instantly starts rocking on it. I don’t think she even knows what she’s doing, but her body understands exactly what’s going on.

“I did want you,” she confesses. “There was something powerful about you, even then.”

“Even when I was just the waiter at your ball?” I shouldn’t jab at her. Not when her tits are in my face and her hot core is grinding over my dick.

She kisses me. It’s a sloppy, excited kiss and her fervor makes me forget everything but the feel of her body against mine. The need to give her pleasure and get my pleasure in return. I catch the side of her face and kiss her back, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, taking over.

She rocks her sweet ass, undulating over my lap. I curl my fingers around one of her cheeks and help her find a rhythm. By the time the boat reaches the yacht, she’s breathless and hot.

I waste no time lifting her to the ladder to climb aboard.

She’s weaving toward our room when I catch up with her and sweep her back into my arms to carry her the rest of the way. I kick the door closed and set her on her feet, then unzip her dress as I kiss the fuck out of her swollen lips.

She makes little moany sounds into my mouth, her hands sliding over my chest. She works open one of the buttons on my shirt. I tug her dress up over her head.

“You didn’t forget me.” I don’t know why I’m asking. Why it seems important to know that she didn’t kiss every fucking waiter at every fucking ball she attended growing up.

“I never forgot.”

I unhook her bra, then tug the straps down until it falls down her arms and onto the floor. “Did you want more than you got that night?” I lightly brush the pad of my thumb over her erect nipple. One hand still has hold of her nape to angle her face up for my kisses. I don’t give her a chance to go cold or get nervous.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“What would you have given me, if I’d pushed?” I palm her breast and squeeze as I back her toward the bed.

She whimpers her excitement.

“Hmm?” I move to grab her ass now.

“I-I don’t know.” She’s unbuttoned half the buttons on my shirt now. I yank it off, popping the rest of them. Her fingernails scrape across my hairy chest.

I push her onto the bed, falling on top of her. She parts her thighs, allowing me to rub the bulge of my cock in the notch between her legs. She moans in response to the sensation.

“Would you have let me touch you here?” I slide my hand between our bodies, into her panties, my fingertip parting her.

She cries out at the sensation the moment I touch her clit.

Her thighs lift and squeeze around my hips, pulling me against her. “God, yes!”

I chuckle, not sure if the yes is for what I’m doing now or what she would’ve let me do then. It doesn’t matter. I press against her clit and rub a slow circle. Her skin is flushed, her eyelids flutter as her hands coast up and down my shoulders.

I slide my index finger lower and curl it inside her. She moans softly, her pretty mouth falling open and staying that way.

I trail kisses along her jaw, then down her neck.

“I fantasized about you afterward.”

Aw, fuck. I can’t believe it.

“Yeah? What did I do in those fantasies?” I add a second finger, stretching her tight entrance to ready her for me. “This?”

She shakes her head. “Yes. But this is better. I had no idea.”

I gently pump my fingers inside her. “You didn’t know it would feel so good?”

She catches her lower lip between her teeth and shakes her head. “No.” The syllable sounds desperate, like she’s already nearing orgasm.

I don’t want her to come without me this time, though. I’m desperate to come with her, to bring us to that place simultaneously.

I unzip my pants and free my erection.

Dahlia sits up on her elbows and stares at it. She doesn’t look afraid. More…fascinated.

“You’ve never felt anything so good as this,” I promise her, dragging the head through her juices. “You wanna watch?” I grab a pillow and shove it beneath her shoulders and head, so she doesn’t have to strain her neck. “You can watch me fuck you.”


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