The Boss Pet – Dark Billionaire Romance Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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They all look at us as we leave. I see Adeline’s haughty gaze upon us, and of course I cannot resist giving her the finger over Marcus’ shoulder. Maybe it’s a little trashy. Maybe it’s precisely what she deserves.

I snuggle up against him, my head on his broad shoulder, my nose and mouth up against his neck. I breathe his scent in with every single breath. He smells like safety. He smells like home.

He has broken me, and being broken feels like the best thing in the world. I would willingly shatter for him a thousand times over if it meant that there was this much connection and this much comfort.

“You were such an incredibly good pet this evening,” he says. “I think I will spare you the cage. In fact, I think I will spare you the apartment. You are coming home with me again.”

I am so glad and relieved to hear him say that. I did not want to be left by myself, locked up in a cage and left to the supervision of strangers I don’t even get to know or see.

Marcus snuggles me all the way home, absolutely showering me with the sweetest aftercare. He brushes little kisses across my temple and lips and murmurs words of praise that make me feel as though I am being lit up from the inside out.

I don’t have to come out of my haze. He keeps me very comfortable and makes sure I don’t have to do anything that would shock me out of the sensation of being all loved up. He cuddles and carries me all the way to bed, stripping me out of what remains of my clothing and putting me into his bed.

It smells like him, it is warm, the sheets are luxurious, the bedding has just the right weight atop me, and the mattress has just the right amount of give. I reach out for a pillow and grip it close. Of course it is larger than most pillows, and it makes me feel small and safe.

Morning comes before I expect it. I open my eyes, feeling deliciously sore and incredibly well rested. I’ve just had a very good, long sleep, and that sleep has left me feeling rejuvenated. It’s a rare feeling, and I bask in it.

“Hello, pet.”

“Holy!”

I roll over to see Marcus in bed next to me, entirely naked. His big, muscular arms are up, his hands folded behind his head. The sheets have been pushed down to his waist, so I can see every inch of his torso. There’s dark hair across his chest and under his arms, and in a tantalizing trail that runs down from his bellybutton and beneath the sheets.

Seeing him like this in the clear light of day makes me feel immediately shy and exposed. I am very aware that I am not wearing anything. Even though he’s fucked me before, it’s different when it happens in some twisted, kinky context.

This is something else. This is almost innocent.

“Good morning,” he smiles.

“Morning,” I mumble, sinking down in the bed and pulling the sheet up to my face.

“What’s wrong, pet?”

I shake my head in response, instead of saying nothing, which would be a lie.

Marcus chuckles and reaches for me, his hand encircling my upper arm as he pulls me close for a cuddle. There is a bit of trapped sheet between us, but other than that, I find myself in full contact with his body. His naked body. I feel his hot skin against mine. I feel how firm his muscles are, and how strong he is. The slightest movement of his body makes all of him flex.

“This is the quietest I have ever seen you,” he comments. “What happened to my sassy little pet?”

“I don’t know.” I practically whisper the response.

He pulls me up further, directly on top of him. My body is much smaller than his, and he makes for a very sensual bed. My breasts are pressed against his pecs. I feel the roughness of his chest hair tickling my nipples in a way that surely should not be as sensual as it is. Everything about this man turns me on.

He runs his fingers through my hair and pulls me down for a kiss, before snuggling me tight again, his big muscular arms wrapping around me.

There is more going on down below. My thighs spread naturally around his waist, which puts the sensitive anatomy between my legs right at the tip of his incredible morning erection.

He pushes inside me with a flexing motion of his hips.

This isn’t twisted kinky play. He is making love to me. He is holding me in a way that makes me feel incredibly cherished and cared for. The pleasure is almost secondary to the emotional connection I feel as he keeps me where he wants me, gazes into my eyes, and fucks me the way I so desperately needed to be fucked the moment I felt his cock press against my inner thigh.


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