Sweet Conviction (Bad Boys of Music Row #2) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Music Row Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
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She gasps against my lips, but she doesn't push me away. Hell no. She kisses me back just as fiercely, her fingers sinking into my hair—tugging, demanding more.

She's sweet, so damn sweet. Not even the salty taste of the tears on her lips masks that underlying sweetness. I groan like a dying man, licking into her mouth to steal every fucking taste of it for myself. I want it in the back of my throat and in my lungs, so when she isn't in my arms trying to climb my body, I'm still breathing her in, tasting her on my tongue.

We stumble backwards into her room, a tangle of groping hands and drugging kisses. I can't get enough of her. I break from her mouth only to go back again and again like an addict in need of his next hit, his next high. And every goddamn one sends another jolt straight through my veins to my cock.

I kick the door shut behind us, not giving a single fuck who might see or hear. Let them. It's not going to stop what's happening here. At this point, I'm pretty certain not even the end of the fucking world could stop what's happening here.

She's in my head, in my veins, racing straight for my fucking heart.

"You want me, don't you, baby?" I rasp against the velvet skin of her throat.

She shudders in my arms, a breathy little moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips.

"No," she lies, stubbornly clinging to her defenses as if they'll save her. As if I don't intend to lay waste to every fucking one. But her body tells a different story. I feel her melting against me—soft and pliant and so fucking perfect it hurts.

I bite her throat, a tiny punishment for her defiance. I want the truth, not more lies. One way or another, I intend to get it. "Don't lie to me, Tempest," I warn, rolling one hard little nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "I'll punish you for it and love every goddamn second."

Her amber eyes flash molten gold as she meets my gaze. Defiant. Challenging. "Then do it, Dalton. Punish me."

Fuck. I'm so hard it hurts, need pounding through me like a second heartbeat. I crush my mouth to hers in another savage kiss, pushing her up against the wall, pinning her to it. She's trapped. Right where I want her.

And she still isn't telling me no.

My hands skim down her side to grip her hips, yanking her flush against me. Electricity crackles beneath my fingertips where I touch her.

When she chokes on a sob—my name a plea on her lips—I know she feels the same damn thing I do.

I dip my head, sucking one pert nipple into my mouth through the thin silk of her blouse. Grazing the tender peak with my teeth until she cries out, arching into me.

"Dalton…" Her head falls back against the wall, exposing the elegant column of her throat. It's the sweetest offering and a plea all wrapped in one.

Her skirt inches up beneath my palm. I trail my fingers along her inner thighs, higher and higher. Teasing. Claiming.

"Stop me," I demand, my mind so clouded by lust I can barely think straight. "Tell me to get my goddamn hands off you."

"No."

Christ, this fiery, gorgeous creature with the defiant eyes and sassy mouth is going to be the death of me. I'm lost to her. Destroyed by wanting her.

I catch the edge of her panties, shoving them aside. She's hot and slick against my fingers. Dripping for me. Cum drips into my boxers, making a fucking mess.

"Fine. Then keep your eyes on me so you know exactly who you belong to when you're coming undone for me, Tempest. Watch me as I make you mine."

I circle her little hole with a fingertip, teasing her, toying with her. I want her mindless with pleasure, until I'm the only thing she's thinking about. Until pleasure is the only thing she remembers.

"Dalton, please!"

I plunge one finger inside of her as soon as that perfect plea leaves her lip—stroking, twisting. Fuck. She's so goddamn tight. So hot.

She watches me through glossy eyes, panting, trembling. Moaning my name like a fucking benediction as I play with her.

I add another finger.

"Look at you. So gorgeous. So fucking perfect," I tell her, laying my filthy praise against her skin between drugging kisses. "Can you feel how badly I want you, baby? How fucking much I love this perfect body?" We're clearing that shit up right now, just in case she still thinks those perfect curves are a problem for me.

"Yes. Yes, I feel it. Oh, God, I feel it."

I work her harder. Faster. Curling my fingers inside her tight little cunt until she's quivering on the edge, endless sobs pouring from those perfect lips.

"Come for me, Tempest. Now," I rasp against her throat. "I want you squeezing my fucking fingers like the good girl you are."


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