Slay (Georgia Smoke #1) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“Relax. It’s just me. You look ready to bolt from the room,” he said, reaching out and running the pad of his thumb over my chin. “Was it so bad? Having my finger slip inside you?”

Oh, good Lord. I opened my mouth, then closed it. How did I respond to that? My face was warm again as I stared up at him, wishing I knew what to say.

With the tip of his thumb, he traced my lips slowly, studying them. “Your lip is all healed up. I never want to see this mouth hurt again. I’d have to kill someone.” He grinned as his eyes lifted to mine. “Don’t get me wrong. I like the idea of them swollen, but not from abuse.”

I swallowed hard. There wasn’t a place on my body I wasn’t being affected by this man. He was barely touching me, and I was panting. Did he realize the effect he had on me? Yes, I was sure he did. He wasn’t blind to his ability to mesmerize a female. I would bet he’d been doing it most of his life.

“When was the last time someone made you feel good?” he asked, still caressing my face.

I blinked, but said nothing.

“Did the stupid fucker you married take care of you? Did he ever take his time and bring you pleasure?”

Again no words. I was doing good to breathe.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured as his fingers slid into my unruly curls. “You taste like honey. Did you know that? I’ve yet to take a drink of my whiskey because I don’t want to wash the taste of your pussy from my mouth.”

My eyes widened as I sucked in a breath.

He smirked and leaned closer to me. “You’re trembling, sweets.”

Yes, I was trembling. What did he expect? No man had ever talked to me like this. Especially one who looked like him. He made it hard to concentrate and keep my head on straight.

“Don’t be scared of me,” he pleaded. “I would never do anything to you that didn’t feel good.”

I’d heard the screams of pain from the woman he’d been having sex with in the tack room. I tensed at that memory, and it helped snap me out of this haze he had pulled me into. I shook my head and backed up, putting some distance between us. I was possibly still married if Hill was alive. I was running from the police or the Mafia—I no longer knew for sure. I shouldn’t be doing this…whatever it was.

Yes, I was attracted to King. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t be? He was gorgeous, sexy, charming, and he’d been there to help me when I had no one. He had continued to be there for me. It was impossible not to feel things for him. But having sex with him wasn’t an option. It would be stupid. Really, really stupid.

“I…I disagree,” I choked out in a whisper. “I don’t like being…hit or…or spanked. Whatever it is you do.”

A serious expression came over his face. “I’d never hurt you, Rumor.”

Stop it! Stop with the look and the eyes! I tried to tear my gaze off him, but he made it impossible.

“You like to hit women who want to be tied up and spanked.”

A deep chuckle came from him that made my entire body feel it, as if it had vibrated throughout me. There was a large part of me that wanted to rub up against him like a cat. I would fight that, of course. It was just getting more difficult.

“I enjoy rough sex, yes. But, sweets, I would never do that to you. I know why you wouldn’t want that, and even if you did, I don’t think I could,” he said, running the back of his hand over my right cheek. “But I want to open those pretty legs and put my mouth on your pussy. I want to hear you scream my name as you orgasm and I taste every sweet drop.”

I sucked in air as I stared up at him. Holy crap, had he just said that?

He moved in closer to me and leaned in to press a kiss against my cheek, then my neck. “You smell amazing,” he whispered against my skin.

I should be pushing him off me now. Moving him back. Telling him no. But my hands disagreed as they ran up his arms to squeeze his biceps. I didn’t want him to move. My eyes fluttered closed as he trailed kisses down further to my collarbone.

“Come here,” he said in a husky tone as he grabbed my thigh and pulled it over his lap until I was straddling him.

Both of his hands moved up and underneath my blouse. I dropped my gaze to see his fingers tugging the cups of my bra down beneath the fabric. Okay, I was doing this. We were doing this. I shouldn’t. A smart woman would stop him. I had too much uncertainty in my future.


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