Sancte Diaboli Part One (The Elite King’s Club #6) Read Online Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Elite King's Club Series by Amo Jones
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
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She grips it hard, her eyes wide and her little hand nowhere near coming close enough to wrap around my shit. Slowly she licks her lips, looking up at me from behind thick lashes as she slides her lips over the tip. I watch as every piercing disappears into her mouth.

“Fuck.” I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My hand finds her hair and I fist it tightly, tugging on her head and demanding her to look up at me. My cock rests against her lips while her eyes remain up on mine.

“What?” she asks, fluttering her fucking lashes. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, I more want to know how you know what you’re doing…”

“Porn.” She shrugs, flicking her little tongue over the tip, teasing Prince fucking Albert. “Reverse” by G-Eazy is playing through the car.

I tighten my grip. “What?”

She bites on her lower lip. “What?”

I guide her back over me, biting down on my bottom lip. “No more talking.”

She slides me inside her mouth but stops halfway. I run my fingers through her hair, over to one side of her head and pull her back up my body. My fingers find her nipple before I suck her perfect tit into my mouth while my thumb maintains slow circles on her clit. She rides my finger, her head falling on my shoulder.

“I need—”

“What?” I ask, sinking my teeth into her breast. I look back when I notice the two holes from my fangs and the blood that drips out of them slowly. “What do you want?”

She pauses, catching my eyes with hers while her brows curve in. Just when I think she’s going to crawl off, she directs her hips over mine, and when the tip of my cock is against her entrance, she swallows me fucking whole. She gasps but continues the descent. Her tight pussy doesn’t budge, the grip way too fucking strong. I bring my hand to the front of her throat, squeezing tightly while cranking my head.

“Don’t ever fucking hang up on me again.”

She ignores me, because she’s fucking good at that, as she rides over my girth with slow gyrations. Too slow. My fingers bite into her hips as I slam her over me roughly, until I’m balls deep inside. Tight, wet, and so fucking needy. Being inside Saint is like being on LSD with no come-down. She drops her forehead onto mine and fucks me faster, harder, riding my cock like she’s been doing it all her life. Like she fucking belongs on it.

My hand is back on her throat as I flip her onto her back, one leg falling over the seat while her other is twisting around my waist. The knife is on the floor, so I pick it up while dropping little kisses over her jawline.

My teeth are in her neck again, biting and sucking. She hooks her fingers under my chin, raising my face to meet hers, before leaning forward and sucking my lip into her mouth. She drags her tongue across the rim, sucking up every drop. I groan, my dick flexing against her tightness.

“Let me try something…” Her fingers wrap around the knife that’s in my hand, and she brings it to the curve of my neck. “Are you scared I might cut you?”

I smirk down at her. “Kinda hope you do…”

She presses the tip just beneath my jaw, her eyes flying to mine exposing her panic. “That hurt?”

I chuckle quietly, my shoulders shaking. “So much to learn, my little Dea…”

She runs her finger over the curve of my jaw, sucking it into her mouth while looking up at me.

I lift her up by her waist until she’s straddling my lap again, spinning her around to reverse cowgirl. Tugging on her hair until her head is tilted backward, I drive my hips into her. She moans too loudly, so I slam one hand over her mouth, pulling her back against my chest. I tighten my arm around her stomach when her body convulses around me, her walls fisting my cock like a fucking vise. I groan, emptying inside of her with every thrust.

“Fuck.”

She falls against me, catching her breath before I pull out and she squeezes into her clothes. She’s fully dressed when I’m running my hand through my hair until it sticks up in natural waves.

“What do you do for The Kings?” she asks too quickly, like two of her holes didn’t just swallow my fucking cock.

“I kill people,” I say, flicking my tongue over my teeth.

She doesn’t answer, so I turn to face her. She’s watching me carefully, and then slowly leans up, reaching for the cut under my jaw.

“Why?” I ask, flinching away from her touch.

She rubs the tip of her finger over the—barely—small wound, her eager eyes up on mine. “Just wondering. All jokes aside…”


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