The Mistake (Volkov Bratva #3) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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I didn’t move back like I had so many times before. I was at eye level with his cock. Wrapping my fingers around his length, I took him into my mouth, and I looked up to see his eyes close as I sucked him to the back of my throat. I used my hand and my lips to work his length.

Ive pulled out of my mouth and pressed his lips to mine. He moved me back onto the bed, and then he slammed his cock inside me, making me moan. Ive pulled out only to slam back. He fucked me hard and fast, and as I was close to a second orgasm, he stopped, easing out of me, only to move me to my knees.

His hand went to my waist, while the other held his cock. He filled me back up, and placed both hands at my waist, slamming inside me, over and over again.

I cried out his name, but then, one of his hands moved, and I felt his thumb teasing my anus. The action was so subtle that at first, I didn’t know if I was feeling it, but then I knew it was there. He continued to fuck me and tease my asshole. Ive pressed on my ass, and I knew he had to fight past that tight ring of muscles. He’d not taken my ass yet, but he liked to play, liked to tease. Each time he did, I felt my desire to have him there increase.

He pressed a finger deep in my ass, and this time the burn was so welcome. Ive didn’t stop with just one finger, he began to add a second finger. While he did this, he spread his fingers open, stretching me. He’d been preparing me for this moment, and he reached over me, going for the top drawer beside his bed. I knew exactly what he reached for. I briefly saw the tube of lubrication. I felt it on my ass, and this time he pulled out of my ass. He was gone for just a brief second, and then the tip of his dick pressed against my anus. He was big. I didn’t think he was going to fit, but I should have known.

“Touch yourself, Charlotte,” he said.

Reaching between my thighs, I stroked my clit. At the same time, he began to press the hard mushroomed tip to my anus. Slowly, ever so slowly.

I gritted my teeth. There was pain and pleasure. I didn’t want him to stop.

Inch by inch, he thrust inside me, until he gripped my hips with both hands, and then made me take the last few inches, and it was fucking glorious.

I cried out. The pleasure was intense. There was no other word for it. I didn’t want it to stop, not for a second.

Ive held himself deep within my ass, giving me time to get used to the feel of him, and then, when I was so close to another orgasm, he held me in place and began to finally take my ass.

It was strange at first. Almost too much sensation, but then I didn’t want him to stop. He went harder, slightly rougher, and I came hard, calling out his name. It was like my orgasm set him off because seconds later, he came, growling my name. The sound seemed to echo around the room as he filled me up. My ass took every single drop.

I loved this man.

I knew I would never say the words, but he had married me. The mistake. The person no one wanted, and it had been the best year of my life. I didn’t know how long this was going to last, but I did know I was becoming addicted to being happy, safe, and free.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ive

Two Years Later

I should have known.

I’d warned Ivan, but he insisted I continue with my work, and now I had just gotten the call. The cartel had taken my wife. Hubert was dead. Rose had been taken to the vet as they had shot her. But Charlotte was gone.

The only way I knew she was alive was by the sound of her screams as they tortured her. My wife.

Today was our anniversary.

We’d woken up, like on our other anniversaries, but this time, I’d made love to her. I’d watched her sleep all night, unable to take my eyes off the woman. Today I’d planned to tell her.

Michael and I had already organized a delicious meal tonight, and I’d tell her I was in love with her. That she wasn’t a mistake. I loved her more than anything.

She had gotten to the confession first.

This morning, after we had sex, she’d come to me, wrapped her arms around me, and told me that she loved me so very much. I knew she spoke the truth. And I’d not said anything. I stared at her, without saying a single word.


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