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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He’s not actually thinking of—

His zipper goes down.

“I want to be the first to fuck this pussy raw.” His hand swipes along my slit, rubbing my wetness over my ass. “Or maybe this fucking ass.”

“Pussy,” I quickly respond, begging in my head he won’t pick the other one.

“That desperate, whore?” He slaps my pussy again, and I bite through the pain.

God, he’s such a fucking sadist.

Suddenly, I feel that same piercing against my opening. “Beg.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back. “Beg and I’ll take your pussy. Now, or I’ll fill up your ass instead.”

There isn’t even any lube. He wouldn’t, right?

Fuck. He’s definitely the kind of guy who would.

“Please,” I say through gritted teeth.

His sunken-in eyes sparkle with desire. “Good girl.”

He thrusts in without warning, without any restraint.

I gasp in shock, almost choking on the moan that follows as I try to keep it in.

He’s huge.

I’ve never felt anything so deep inside me.

Let alone the fact that I can feel all of his piercings, flicking against my insides, and the worst one of them all pushes up against my clit.

On purpose, of course.

He thrusts in and out, and the piercing tickles my most sensitive part again and again. Slowly, at first, but once he picks up the pace, it’s so hard to keep the moans at bay.

He’s fucking me in the library, and I’m literally lying face-down on a table, letting him.

Fuck. What is wrong with me?

I’ve never been this fucking aroused.

“That’s the face. Give me your best, Penelope. I won’t take any less,” he growls, thrusting in and out with fervor.

He fucking knows how to get me going, and I hate it.

I fucking hate how he already seems to know my body better than I do.

“I’m going to fucking fill you up,” he groans. “And you’re going to lay there and take it like a good fucking slut. Got it?”

When I look over my shoulder at him, I notice something from the corner of my eye. A pair of jeans that don’t belong to either of us.

My breathing falters. “Someone’s here. They can see us,” I say.

Mortified, I try to get away, but he pins me to the table.

“So? Let them fucking watch,” he growls back. “I’ll give them a fucking show they’ll remember.”

What? He actually wants to continue with someone looking right at us?

He’s insane. What if they go to the dean?

The jeans suddenly disappear, and I can hear footsteps running down the long hall.

Fuck, they’re definitely going to tell someone.

Out of nowhere, he buries himself inside me to the hilt, making my mouth form an o-shape. And he leans over me to grab my face by my mouth, pushing his fingers behind my teeth like a goddamn leash.

“You thought I cared about giving a little peepshow?” he says through gritted teeth. “Nothing can stop me from using you until I’ve satiated every wicked, fucked-up desire in my head.”

“You’re fucking sick in the head,” I quip.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he murmurs, and he rams into me so hard I feel like I’m about to break the table.

I can feel every ridge pushing against my walls, making my clit thump with greed. Fuck, I don’t think I can stop another tsunami rolling over me.

“No, no, no,” I mutter.

Too late.

It’s already happening, and I know he feels it because he begins to throb.

A low, rumbling laugh emanates from deep within his chest. “That’s it, slut, break for me.”

And he pounds into me. Three. Two. One.

An explosion of warmth fills me up, and by the time he’s finished, it literally drips out onto the floor.

Fuck, I feel so fucking dirty.

Who even does this in the library?

Him, apparently … but now I do too.

He slaps my ass again, making me jolt up and down.

“You really thought you could resist,” he says. “Not so feisty now, are you, slut?”

He tucks in his cock and steps away.

I get up from the table, defeated, my body still trembling from the onslaught of orgasms. My hand moves between my legs, feeling the wetness he created … as well as the cum drooping down. Fuck. I’ll have to take care of that.

“The least you can do is hand me a wipe,” I say, flipping over so I can actually sit up straight.

“Fuck no.” He invades my space again, only to push my panties right back where they were before, and he rubs it too, reminding me of how aroused I still am. “Keep my fucking cum right there, where it belongs, for the rest of the fucking day.” He leans in to whisper into my ear. “Whenever you sit down, you’ll be reminded of the fact that I fucking own you now.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat. “You gonna physically stop me from wiping it away?”


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