Sick Boys Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
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It’s wrong, so fucking wrong, but I want more, so much more.

And when Alistair thrusts into my throat, I take him all the way down, moaning like the whore they say I am.

And for a split second, I wonder … how long?

How long until our deal is over and all that’s left are hungry eyes and a body yearning for attention?

No, don’t think like that.

You’ve had lovers before.

Suddenly, Felix’s fingers touch that spot deep inside that makes my pussy contract, and I explode into an orgasm out of nowhere, wetness spilling from me as fast as my eyes open wide.

“That’s it. Drown me with your wetness,” Felix groans, licking it all up like he actually enjoys it.

No, I was wrong. I’ve never had lovers like this before.

Never.

Never before. Never after.

Because nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to this.

Can I ever do without?

“Alistair.”

Dylan’s voice abruptly pulls me from my thoughts.

“Eyes up here.”

Both our eyes go to Dylan, who has already pulled out his ample length and is jerking it off. The slow hardening of his pierced shaft makes me gulp, and Alistair’s length throbs inside my mouth like it’s yearning for a cock too.

Dylan steps over my body and grabs Alistair’s hair, forcing his face to his hard-on. “Keep fucking her mouth, and I’ll fuck yours.”

Dylan thrusts into Alistair’s mouth without warning, and Alistair’s length pulses inside me again, and fuck me, it’s the hottest thing ever to watch him suck while I suck him.

A mixture of saliva, rain, and sweat covers my face, yet I don’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” Alistair moans. I’m not sure if he means Dylan or me, but I don’t even care at this point.

Felix continues to pump away inside me, alternating fingers with tongues and sometimes both together, making me delirious with need.

“Fuck her tongue like you own it,” Dylan rasps.

And I moan when Alistair pushes harder, faster, deeper, just from his commands.

It’s as if being told what to do makes him want to please, just like me.

And even though I hate that part about me, he seems to have accepted it’s a part of himself.

Maybe I should just give in, too.

My eyes burst open, but I can’t even process my own thoughts as I’m being pounded by Alistair’s thickness, watching Dylan’s face scrunch up as he’s about to explode.

But right before he does, he pulls out of Alistair’s mouth and shoves him away. I cough, choking on my own saliva as his dick pulls out too.

“I want my fucking turn with her,” Dylan groans.

Felix pulls out and lifts his head. “Lift her.”

“What?” Dylan frowns. “Why not let me have my way first?”

Felix’s eyes narrow. “Do what I tell you to fucking do.”

Dylan clenches his jaw, but still he moves into action, forced to obey the fucking ringleader who doesn’t want to share.

What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into?

Suddenly, Alistair and Dylan hoist me up by my arms and hold me in front of Felix, whose smug face makes me hate myself for enjoying what he did with his tongue so much.

Felix steps back and sits down on a tomb with his hard-on on full display right through his soaked gray jeans, muscular pecs visible straight through the fabric of his black long-sleeve shirt, his wet hair contouring his harsh face, half-mast eyes dark and intense.

And then he beckons me. “Straddle me.”

I lick my lips, contemplating if I should do what he says … or run away.

But where has it ever gotten me?

Only right back into their arms.

There’s no escaping them or this onslaught of lust whirling through my body, taking over my brain.

So maybe I should just … give up.

Don’t stop.

Don’t look back.

Don’t fall.

Run.

My sister’s words … finally, I understand them.

I let out an exasperated sigh.

My conscience.

My ego.

My heart.

All of it flew away with that single breath.

And I feel free as a bird.

I walk toward Felix with my dress still scrunched up, my pussy on full display as I stand before him in the pouring rain. He zips down his jeans and pulls out his long, fully pierced cock, the metal still a sight to behold.

His hand rises to fondle me, and he grips me by the waist and pulls me closer, closer, down, down, down, until the tip as well as that piercing touch my entrance.

And then I slowly lower myself.

The feeling is divine, and even though I’ve felt it before, it never felt as good as it does now that I’m … free.

Free of my own criticism, free of consequence.

There’s only me and them, their cocks and my willing, lusty body craving release.

“That’s it, Penelope. Break for me,” Felix groans, gripping my waist with both hands while he pounds into me. “Does it feel good to be my little slut?”

I moan when his piercing touches my clit. “Fuck, yes.”

And I’m done denying it.


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