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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“Watch your head,” he warned.

Damn. He knew just what to do and say to make her heart melt.

When she was under the desk, he undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his thighs, revealing his thick, long cock.

Oh, yummy.

As he continued to work, she started playing with him.

She ran her tongue along the fat head. Then she took him into her mouth, sucking vigorously.

Everything else around her became background noise. The sound of papers rustling. Tapping as he used his phone.

She just concentrated on sucking his dick.

So much so that it took her a while to register that there was someone else in the room. She froze as she heard a voice.

In her panic, she didn’t recognize them. She even forgot to breathe. She had Regent’s dick deep in her mouth and she was about to choke on it.

Then his hand dropped to her head, patting lightly before carefully pushing her off him.

“That’s good, Victor,” he said.

“Anything else you need from me?” Victor asked as she tried not to make any noise while attempting to breathe again.

Regent placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her back to his dick. She took him deep once more and started sucking as they spoke.

If he wanted her to continue . . . well, she just had to make sure she stayed quiet.

Finally, his brother left and Regent slid his chair back, staring down at her. “Did you stop breathing?”

“I didn’t know anyone was going to walk in!”

He gazed at her with hunger. “Did it make you hot?”

Oh God. It had.

“Jilly, did it make you hot? Sucking my dick under the desk while Victor was talking to me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good girl. Come up here.” He drew her up, then turned her, pushing her over his desk. “I need to have you. I need to fuck you bare. To make you all mine.”

He slid his dick through her folds.

“So wet. So fucking hot. You nearly had me blowing my load down your throat while my brother was talking to me, naughty girl.”

She moaned as he thrust himself inside her. Then he paused and slapped her ass.

“So naughty.”

Slap!

“So fucking sexy.”

Slap!

Finally, he stopped smacking her with each thrust and fucked her in earnest against his desk. Reaching around, he toyed with her clit until she was driven up and over the edge with a scream of ecstasy.

Regent drove himself deep, quickly following her over, his own shout filling the room. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good girl. Such a good girl. Although you made a mess on my desk. Let’s clean that up.”

He turned her so her legs still dangled over the edge of the desk. Leaning one hand on the desk, he stared down at her as he used his fingers to push his come back inside her.

“We don’t want to waste this, now, do we?” he murmured. “You’re going to need this to make me a baby.”

Oh hell. Jilly tried to catch her breath.

Blow job under his desk? Ticked off her list of fantasies.

Being bent over his desk and fucked? Also ticked off her list of fantasies.

And sucking him off with someone else in the room, which she hadn’t even realized was a fantasy . . . also ticked off.

It was a damn good night.

44

“Ireally think I should come,” she said as she stood at the base of the staircase while Regent got ready to leave.

He turned to face her. “No.”

This had been an ongoing argument since last night. One that she wasn’t winning, much to her consternation.

“But you said you’d be safe. That you would be sitting in a car a block away with Victor.”

“I will be safe. Not you.”

“How will it be any different for me?” she asked with exasperation, putting her hands on her hips.

This last week in his house had been almost idyllic. Aside from being ill and having an overprotective criminal lord forcing her to rest every two seconds. Once he got over that . . . well, let’s just say the swimming pool interlude the other night had just been the tip of the iceberg.

Victor walked in from outside, staring at them both.

She saw his lips twitched. “Everything all right?”

“Yes,” Regent replied.

“No!” she cried, stomping her foot.

Immediately, she felt like an idiot. Her cheeks grew red as she gaped at the two men.

Wow, way to act all sophisticated. To show Regent that you can fit into his world.

Acting like a two-year-old is not attractive.

“Sorry,” she whispered, backing away.

Tears filled her eyes. This was awful.

“Let me guess,” Victor said. “Jilly wants to come and you won’t let her because it’s too dangerous.”

“Exactly,” Regent muttered, but without taking his eyes from her. “Jilly, are you all right?”

Nope. Not even slightly.

“Of course she isn’t. Some asshole is blackmailing her. Another asshole left her in mountains of debt. And you’re being an overprotective caveman.”


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