The Cleaner (Chicago Bratva #7) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Insta-Love, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chicago Bratva Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
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I giggle and look back over my shoulder at Nadia, who wears a startled smile.

“I’m going downstairs,” Nadia announces loudly.

Adrian stops and turns, like he’s surprised. “You are?”

“Yes,” she says casually, but I know from what Adrian’s told me about her, it’s hard for her to get out of the apartment. “The Storytellers are practicing, and I want to listen. Besides, you two need time to settle in.”

Adrian hesitates then pushes forward. “Thank you, Nadia.” He shuts the door behind us.

“Is that unusual?” I whisper when he pivots and sets me on my feet, standing on the bed. I kick off my boots and jump on it.

He kicks his off, too. “Totally unusual. I…have mixed feelings about it.”

I reach for him to pull him up on the bed, too, and he delights me by following me, bouncing on it with me. “Why?”

“I think she has a crush on Flynn, Story’s brother, and he’s a player. I don’t like it.”

I give a scandalized gasp because I love every part of this convo–knowing the ins and outs about Adrian’s family, hearing about secret crushes, loving that this Flynn is getting Nadia out of the apartment.

“I think it’s good. If it makes her feel normal again, it can’t be a bad thing.”

“And when he hurts her?” Adrian demands.

“Maybe she’ll do the hurting,” I say with a shrug. “You never know.” I stop bouncing and loop my arms around his neck. “I like your bed,” I murmur.

“I like having you in my bed,” he replies. “Now…” –he raises a stern brow– “Strip.”

The muscles between my legs catch and release, and I scramble to obey. I tear off the clothes he bought me in Antwerp, then drop to my knees and unbuckle his belt. “Did I say you could suck my cock, malyshka?”

I freeze, looking up at him, my heart hammering with excitement.

“That comes after your spanking.”

My internal muscles flutter again. “Okay, Daddy.”

His lips twitch, but he shakes his head. “It’s Master.”

I shimmy with excitement. “Okay, Master.”

He toys with my breast for a moment, just gazing down at me, then lifts his chin. “On your forearms and knees. Let me see that pretty ass presented.”

I comply, pushing my ass up for him.

He lowers to kneel behind me and strokes his palm over my cheeks a few times before he delivers the first spank. It’s firm and stingy and makes me wiggle my butt for more.

He starts slowly, alternating right and left cheek, then gradually picks up speed.

I moan and pant, my arousal leaking between my legs the more the burn increases. I’m gasping by the time he stops and rubs his fingers between my legs. I’m wet and swollen for him, totally ready.

“Who do you belong to, Kateryna?”

I smile into the bedcovers. “You, Master.”

He delivers several hard spanks–hard enough to make me gasp. “Say my name.”

“Adrian. Adrian Turgenev. I belong to Adrian.”

“Mmm.” He rewards me with stroking around my cheeks then between my legs.

I’m shaking now, about to start begging.

“Who owns this pussy, Kateryna?” He screws one digit inside me.

“You do,” I warble.

“Who makes you come?”

“Only you,” I gasp, on the cusp of coming right now.

He pushes my knees wider and opens his pants. Thank God.

“Are you going to come all over this cock, Kateryna?” He presses the velvety hard head of his cock against my entrance.

I don’t know what got into Adrian–where all this dirty talk came from–but I am praising every deity there is right now. I knew he could do dominant, but this is an entirely new level.

“Yes, Master,” I gasp.

“I’m going to make you come all night long, malyshka.” He pushes in and eases back then presses forward again.

“Yes, please.”

He grips my hips and pulls my ass back to meet his steady thrusts. “Any time you need a good hard fucking and a reminder of who you belong to, what are you going to do, printsessa?”

I gasp at how deep he’s getting in me. This is the best angle ever. “Wear my sexy schoolgirl outfit.”

“That’s right.” He keeps plowing into me, owning me, possessing me, breaking me in as his. I love it so much I grow dizzy.

“I need to buy a new one,” I remember.

“You’ll need lots of them,” he rumbles, picking up speed. “One for every day of the week. Because I won’t be giving this pussy a break.”

I come a little.

Adrian feels the squeezing of my muscles and reaches around to rub my clit and help me with it, going still inside me while I release. “That’s one,” he murmurs, like there’s going to be many more before the night is through. Then he pulls my arms behind my back and pushes my torso flat on the bed to give it to me even harder.

“Are you going to be my little sex doll?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, my eyes rolling back in my head.


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