The Darkness Within (Shadows And Strings #1) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Shadows And Strings Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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“Such a good girl,” he growls, slipping his tongue deep inside of me. “So obedient.”

So many emotions flicker through me at once that I can’t focus on just one. They all threaten to pull me under. Another swipe of his tongue, and my eyes roll back. “Damien.” Another lick, and my thigh tightens on his neck. “Fuck,” I groan softly as his lips cover my clit, and he sucks with a growl. I’m lost.

Totally fucking lost, and we’re just getting started. He tosses me on the bed like I’m some delicate flower, licking his lips like I’m the dessert on tonight’s menu.

“Francesca, my sweet little kitten.” His words are thick with lust, his gaze dark and full of heat as he slowly flicks open each button on his crisp shirt. Once the buttons are undone, he moves faster, tearing off his clothes so quickly that his movements almost become a blur. He moves lightning quick until he’s down to his briefs that show off his impressive cock, long and thick, pressing against the dark fabric.

It’s not just his cock, though. All of him is fucking magnificent. His thighs are thick and strong, cradling his cock as if to highlight its splendor. It’s hard to look anywhere else, but my gaze crawls up his body, kissed with a golden glow that makes his abs—a six-pack, of course—a work of art. His pecs are hard and tight, with pale brown nipples and thick, rippled arms that bunch and flex with his every movement.

“Damien,” I sigh breathlessly and lick my lips.

“Lie back,” he says in a deep voice that commands obedience.

I don’t consider myself an obedient woman, but my legs part. Timid at first, but his glare emboldens me, and I spread them wider until the cool air swirling around the room hits me. “Ah.”

His lips part into a grin. “Perfect.” He kneels on the bed, letting his palms run up and down the length of my legs in a slow rhythm that has me trembling. “Look at how pink your pretty pussy is. How wet and glistening you are.” His fingertip traces my lips before slipping between them, brushing back and forth against my clit and my opening. “Just for me,” he growls before sinking one finger deep.

“Damien!” My legs spread even wider, silently begging for more. “Please.”

He adds a second finger, pumping slowly, enough to tease and titillate but nowhere near enough to satisfy. “What is it, Francesca? What do you need?”

“You,” I say. “More. This.” I’m incoherent as words escape me while his magic fingers play me like an instrument.

“Look at me, Frankie.”

My eyes snap open at his use of my nickname. The way he goes back and forth between Francesca and Frankie makes me feel like two different people.

“Good girl. Eyes on me.”

That’s easy to do considering how beautiful he is, but every stroke makes it harder and harder. My body is shaking as he stretches me out deliciously, that pleasure-pain sensation so intense my nipples bead even tighter.

The thumb on his free hand lands on my clit, rubbing fast circles that feel so good, so incredible, I can feel my body temperature rise. Tears pool at the corners of my eyes, the desire to close my eyes and give in to the pleasure so strong, and my fight against it is causing me pain.

And shit, it feels good.

“Such a good girl, Francesca.” His gaze is dark as he watches me, smiling with each new sensation he causes. “You’ve been so good, Frankie. When I tell you to, I want you to come.”

I open my mouth to tell him it doesn’t work like that in real life, but he crooks his fingers in that perfect way, and I feel the orgasm simmering deep beneath the surface. “Okay,” I pant, earning another smile.

Fuck me, the things I’ll do for that smile.

“Take your thumb and forefinger and pinch your nipples.” There’s that commanding voice again, and I obey.

I follow his direction, pinching my nipples just enough to enhance my pleasure.

“More,” he growls. “Until I tell you to stop.”

I do as I’m told, applying more and more pressure, waiting for him to tell me it’s enough because that stinging sensation doesn’t feel good, at least not until it does. That pain hits my pussy and my eyes instinctively flutter shut.

Damien’s hand stops moving.

My eyes fly open to see him staring at me with one brow arched. “Fuck.” I open my eyes and keep them on him, waiting for his touch to re-ignite that fire. I swear, a fucking eternity passes before he moves again, but my nipples ache deliciously, and suddenly, I’m fighting to keep my orgasm at bay until he tells me to let go.

“Ah, you’re greedy for that climax, aren’t you, my precious pet?” His voice is like honey, low and smooth, slightly amused.


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