Sinful Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #2) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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Happy to let me use her body as a pillow, Ana cuddles into my side before trekking her fingers over my heavy brows. She traces the grooves caused by the brain injury my father gifted me before dropping her focus to my nose. “I think you lied.” I defensively brace. It’s a waste of time. “Your nose hasn’t grown a bit since the last time I perused it.”

“An entire week ago.”

She rams her elbow into my gut, allowing me to hide my whimper with a laugh. “I wasn’t looking last week. I was too mad to look.”

“Ohhh… so why were you grinding against my thigh?”

Her laugh pushes down the bile creeping up my throat. My stomach is empty, so I won’t bring up anything but my stomach’s lining, but I’d rather mess the sheets with something other than puke. “I didn’t grind against your thigh.” My cock twitches like it doesn’t need my head in the right frame of mind to fuck when she mutters, “I was getting frisky with your hand.” As she circles her thumbs over my temples, she switches the direction of our conversation. “But that’s a conversation we can have when your brain isn’t threatening to explode.” Her faint breaths hit my cheek when she whispers, “Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake.”

15

ALEK

Ana lied.

When I wake, she’s no longer spooned around me, softening my hard bumps with her soft ones. She’s back on the couch across the room, sketching in her notebook.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

Ana bites on her lower lip to hide her smile before she prowls across the room. “You sound so much better.” She flattens her hand along my forehead like she can gauge my pain by doing something as simple as touching me. “How’s the head?”

“Which one?”

She can’t hide her smile this time around. “You should eat.” Her moans have my mind veering far from food. “Vera’s syrnikis are delicious.”

“You’ve eaten?” The sheet wrapped around my shirtless torso falls to my waist when I sit up to scan my room. There’s a serving tray on the drawers, and numerous empty plates on the table now housing Ana’s sketchpad. I’m interested to discover what she’s been working on, but my wish to remind her I’m not the soft cock my injury makes me out to be trumps anything else.

“Alek…” Ana moans out when I snatch up her wrists, pull her on top of me, then roll over so she is underneath me. “You… I…” Her words shift into breathless whimpers when I drag my cropped beard down the material hiding her fantastic tits from me. She’s wearing one of my old shirts, and I’m praying like fuck she’s skipped my boxers drawer.

“Thank fuck,” I murmur against her rapidly heating skin when I tug up the hemline of my tattered shirt. She’s bare and so fucking ready for me, I can smell how aroused she is.

When I blow a hot breath over her drenched slit, she arches her back, exposing her want, but she still tries to convince me this isn’t what I need right now. “You should eat.”

“I’m about to.” My lips raise against the smooth planes of her pussy when she snarls at me.

I wipe her riled expression off her face by stabbing my tongue between the folds of her pussy before dragging it up to her clit. When I circle my lips around the nervy bud, she whimpers before doubling the span of her thighs, ensuring I can fit without hindrance.

As one of her hands weaves through my man bun and the other fists the sheets, I bury my head between her legs as deep as I can go before eating her like a starved man. I suck hard on her clit, then lap up her arousal with long, precise licks.

“So fucking sweet.” Her groan spurs me on. “Best fucking meal I’ve eaten.”

Ana’s cries grow desperate as her thighs begin to shake. “Please… ah… Alek.”

I eat her harder. Faster. It is a desperate and rough exchange that has her moans turning lofty and ear-piercing. Her juices spread from the apex of her thighs to her ass and over every fucking inch of my chin, but I don’t stop. I tease her with my tongue and bite her with my teeth before adding my fingers into the mix.

“Yesss,” Ana pushes out with a hiss when I stuff two fingers inside her.

When I curl the tips to milk the sweet spot inside her, her pussy grips at me with the same desperateness as the gulps she’s sucking down while fighting not to be overwhelmed. Anastasia hates being quick off the mark. She’d rather savor the buildup of an orgasm than have it blaze through her like a wildfire.

“Give it to me,” I demand before tugging on her clit with my teeth, certain it is seconds from sending her exploding over the edge. “Come on my face.”


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