Ruthless King (New Orleans Malones #4) Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: New Orleans Malones Series by Laylah Roberts
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
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“I thought I dreamt that. You . . . you don’t have to do that.”

“Do you want me to smoke?”

“Not really. I worry you’ll get sick or something.”

“Then I will stop.”

He said it like it was that simple. Maybe for Regent Malone, it was.

“There will never be anyone else, but I’m not an easy man.”

“Oh, believe me. I know that.” She wasn’t an idiot.

“I’m the protector. That’s my job.”

He seemed to want a response, however she was getting this feeling like all of this was a trap.

“I guess so. Although I can protect you too.”

His face softened. “I like that you want to do that.”

She smiled at him.

“But you won’t be allowed to put yourself in any danger.”

Lord.

He was hard work.

“And I cannot protect you if you keep secrets from me. So you’re going to tell me everything that is going on with you.”

Jilly swallowed heavily.

Uh. Oh.

31

Regent frowned. “You don’t look that good.”

What every girl wanted to hear.

“I’m supposed to be looking after you, not interrogating you.” He placed his hand over her forehead. “You’re warm.”

She wanted to smile. The man had only been taking care of her for a few days, yet now he could expertly tell that she was warm?

It was so sweet.

“Let’s get you some medicine. Are you tired, baby?”

“I’m fine.”

He gave her a stern look. “You know better than to lie to me.”

“I’m better than I was.”

Thanks to him.

“Thank you for looking after me.”

“You do not have to thank me for that. Now, stay there while I pack some things for you. I’ll get someone else to come back and pack the rest once you’re feeling better and can decide what you want to do with it all.”

“Um, what? Why would I want everything packed up?”

“You want to leave it all here? I suppose a lot of it is your mother’s.”

“Ahh, yes. Am I . . . am I really moving in with you? For good? Now?”

He eyed her for a long moment. It seemed like her whole world had changed within half an hour. And it was a bit hard to keep up with all the changes.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Let’s just pack the things you’ll need for now, get you there and into bed so you can rest.”

“All right.” She hoped he might get some rest as well. “I’ll pack,” she said, attempting to get off the bed.

“No, you won’t. Sit. You’re not well enough to be moving around. Just tell me what you want packed.”

It was strange just to sit there while he worked. She didn’t like it at all.

He reached into her pajama drawer and drew out a vibrator.

Jilly tensed. Holy. Shit.

How had she forgotten about what was in that drawer?

“Put the vibrator down!” she ordered

Or bring it over here and use it on me, big boy.

No, no, no!

It wasn’t even hers. Well, she guessed it was now since Mrs. Yards had bought it for her.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving up in a smirk. “No. You’ve got quite the collection here. Want to bring them all with you?”

Groaning, she put her hands over her face. “Please, just kill me now.”

“I’d rather you lived.”

She sighed. “My neighbor gave them all to me. She thought I needed some toys since it’s, uh, since it’s been a while. Apparently, she’s been putting it out into the universe that I need a man.”

“Seems the universe listened to her.”

God. She was bright red.

“That also explains the bag she handed to Jose.”

“Oh my God. I forgot about that! What was in it?”

“A big bottle of lube and some condoms. We’ll need the first if we’re going to use these.” He put down the vibrator and picked up a butt plug and the anal beads.

Please let the earth open up and swallow me.

Nothing happened.

How come the universe listened to Mrs. Yards and not her? It just wasn’t fair.

“We won’t be using those!”

“Hmm. You think not?”

Jesus.

“Of course we won’t be needing the second.”

She frowned. “Why not?”

“I’m clean. I assume you are as well?”

More blushing. “I am.”

“Then there is no need for condoms.”

Well, she could think of one.

“You’re assuming that I’m on birth control,” she pointed out.

“No. I’m not.”

Um. What?

Maybe her brain was too muddled by the flu to understand what he was saying.

“If I’m not on birth control and you don’t want to use condoms, then how do you plan to do this? Because pulling out isn’t a suitable method of birth control.”

“Who said I want any method of birth control?” he murmured. “That I don’t want you pregnant? Growing ripe with my baby. Your breasts getting heavy, your nipples sensitive.”

Holy. Moly.

“That I don’t want to fuck you until I put my baby inside you?”

This was nuts.

It shouldn’t be a turn-on. And yet, it kind of was. Did that mean she had a breeding kink?

Did he? It sounded like he did.


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