Stealing the Thief Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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“What makes you think you can?” The way she lifts her chin is challenging, but her eyes are saying something else. She’s looking at me like she’s daring me to kiss her, and every part of me is screaming to do it.

Bending down, I get close enough that I can feel her breath on my lips, but I don’t touch her. When I kiss her for the first time, I want it to be because she asked me to. I won’t give her a reason to pretend it’s not real or dismiss it as something she didn’t want. When I finally claim Sadie, it’s for keeps.

“Tonight while you’re in my bed, I want you to think about me.” Her eyes close and her lips part, but still I don’t touch her. “Because I’ll be right out here thinking about you.”

I memorize every inch of her face before I push away from the door and take a step back. The spell is broken, and she blinks a few times, like she’s not sure what just happened. I don’t either, but I do know that she’s not ready to be kissed yet.

“Good night, Sadie,” I say, and she nods before backing into my bedroom and closing the door between us.

She doesn’t say a word, but somehow, I can hear all of her thoughts as if she said them out loud. She’s scared of what she feels and thinks maybe she made a mistake, but below that, there’s a bigger part of her that wants to know… what if?

“Me too, shorty. Me too.”

After I turn off all the lights and make sure the alarm is set, I stretch out on the couch and close my eyes. The image of Sadie stripping down to nothing and climbing into my cool, clean sheets makes my aching cock throb. I’ve been like this for so long now the pain is dull, and I’ve got to take the edge off. Reaching into my pants, I wrap my hand around my dick and tug on it while I imagine what she’s doing.

Maybe her own hand is between her legs, and she’s wet and needy. I’d love to suck her pussy and then lick it until I tasted her soul. After that, I’d bend her in half and fuck her until she couldn’t run away from me.

My cock has been filled to the brim all day, so it only takes me a few pumps to cum. I have to quickly pull off my shirt so I can use it to catch the thick ropes as they pour from me. Once I start, it feels like it goes on forever, and all I can think about is sinking deep into Sadie.

By the time I’m finished, my shirt is a mess, and I drop it to the floor before I pass out. The last thing on my mind is how I wish I could hold her against me while we both drift off to sleep.

Chapter Nine

SADIE

I was sure it would take me forever to fall asleep, but after I once again inspected Ari’s bedroom, master bath, and closets, I finally climbed into bed exhausted.

Yesterday, no matter how hard I tried to poke him, he never wavered from the small teasing smirks that somehow I knew weren’t something he easily handed out. That was until I told him I wasn’t interested in him, and then I saw that dark glint in his eyes.

When looking through his house, I was surprised that I didn’t find anything feminine or that looked like it was left behind by another woman. It wasn’t until I was halfway through my second snooping before bed that I realized the home is built for a married couple.

There’s was second sink on another side of the bathroom with a whole vanity area that was completely untouched. All the drawers were empty with no marks of anyone ever using them. The entire space in the bathroom was set up for a woman that doesn’t exist.

It was the same with the closet but not because I walked into his and saw it was half empty. Nope, his was filled with suits, and everything was meticulously in its place. I might have spent a good ten minutes moving things around so now it’s not organized by color.

I guess I enjoy poking at him for some reason because it made me giggle the whole time I was doing it. I don’t really understand most of the things I do when it comes to Ari. Everything about him is different to me, and I’m not sure why. Or maybe I’m not ready to face that. Relationships are scary, and if I learned anything from my parents, it’s that they can be a nightmare too.

The second closet shouldn't even be called the second closet because it was bigger than the first but totally empty. There was an oversized island in the center with different drawers lined in soft fabric. It’s the kind of closet my mother would die for.


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