Seen by Larabee – Sight Unseen Auctions Read Online ChaShiree M

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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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“I-I’m so sorry,” She hiccups, short whispers of sobs leave her mouth.

“I know my angel. I know you are, but it doesn’t change the fact that for hours I didn’t know where you were. I was waiting for a call telling me you had been found dead or taken back by the men who are still looking for you. Do you have any idea how that feels?” I am trying to keep the leftover ire from my tone, but I know it is a losing battle.

“I kept telling myself to use Lily’s phone to call you. I knew you would be sick with worry, but I think I was enjoying doing something for me once, with no one’s permission and no one’s rules. Does that make me awful?” Well shit. Now I feel like an asshole. Then, as soon as I remember the pictures showing me her father is here, I feel justified once again. But, I also want to acknowledge what she has said.

“No Piccola. You are not awful. Actually, I get it now that you have put it that way, and I will work on a way to give you freedom while keeping you close. However, I also need you to understand that in the world we devote our lives too, you are a liability. In the world of crime and death, everyone we love can be used against us and I cannot let that be you. I love you, Piccola. You have become the blood running through my veins and without you, I am exsanguinated.” A tear falls from her eyes when I bend my head and take her mouth in a slow kiss. My hand drifts down to the bruising already forming on her neck and the beast inside of me roars at the proof she is still mine.

I am so lost in thought trying to figure out a way through this, that I don't realize she has fallen asleep. Smiling, I scoot her under the covers and kiss the side of her head. “Sleep, my love. Tomorrow will be a new day.” And I will kill everyone who stands in our way.

Twenty

Satine

Three Days Later

“Mmm, babe.” For the past three days I have been waking up to him between my legs and his hand around my throat grunting and cursing about how I belong to him and he's never letting me go. Don't get me wrong, I love the feeling of him completing me from inside out. I even love his hands shackling me and proving to me how much power he has, but what I don't like are the lines of worry etched into his forehead or the tension that seems to follow him even when it's just us home alone.

I've asked him multiple times what was wrong, but he'll only look at me and say “nothing for you to worry about, Piccola. I'll protect you with my last breath.” He always cuts off the conversation with either his cock or his mouth making me come.

“Fuck, you feel so good angel. I will die to keep the secret between these legs. Do you know why you were kidnapped? Do you know what they wanted from you?” I'm trying to find the will to answer him but all I can do is feel the bruising force of his thrusts and the controlling nature of his hold. His hand squeezes harder waiting on me to answer.

“Yes. Yes I know.” Of course I know. Whenever something seeps inside of him makes him more anxious, he fucks into a coma all the while telling me what they wanted from me that only he owns now.

“That's right my greedy little angel. They wanted this snatch for themselves. They wanted that whole secret. That innocence. They wanted what they didn't deserve but I earned it. I fucking earned it by rescuing you, spoiling you and now by owning you every damn day. Christ. Your pussy squeezed me harder when I said that. Do you like knowing I own you, Piccola? You love being a cosseted little slut, don’t you?” Oh Crap. His mouth is so fucking filthy and too a woman who was a victim, they would sting and bring up all sorts of issues, but my husband, when he says them it is with a dominant obsessive possession that I crave. There is a certain freedom in his claim.

“Yes. I love it because I love you, Larabee.” He growls and sits back on his knees. With my legs in his hands, he pushes them up and back and begins rutting into me with a desperate frenzy.

“Why is it never deep enough?” he shouts. He leans down and takes my mouth with the same abandon. Together we bite, lick and suck clinging to one another like this is the last time.

“Larabee. Please.” I beg throwing my pussy back at him, meeting his thrusts.


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