The Perfect Deception (Shadows And Strings #2) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Shadows And Strings Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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His lips crush mine with urgency, and I’m swept away by the force of his kiss. My body responds instinctively, arching toward him, craving the taste of him, the feel of him.

When he enters me, slow and deliberate, I hold back a moan, my head falling back in surrender. “Oh, God…”

“Don’t speak.” He says, withdrawing and thrusting again, deeper this time, igniting a fire within me. “You feel incredible.”

His hips move in a smooth rhythm, his voice hoarse and growly. “You like that, Frankie? Feeling my cock deep inside you?”

I nod, breathless.

“So fucking good, kitten. Your cunt was made just for me, Francesca,” he says, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his need matching my own.

I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm washes over me. My legs shake, but Damien holds me firmly, his grip possessive as he continues to thrust into me.

He doesn’t slow down, not for a second. In fact, he seems to be spurred on by my orgasm, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense. Damien grinds into me, his hips pressing against mine with each powerful stroke. My eyes close and I’m lost in the feel of him.

“Look at me.” His voice is firm, demanding my attention. Our gazes lock, and I see a dark hunger in his eyes. Damien’s breath comes out ragged, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat as he moves inside me. “You feel so damn good, Frankie. I’ve fantasized about you for so long.”

I meet his rhythm, my body moving with his, our skin slick, our hearts pounding.

He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts harder, deeper. “Come for me, Frankie. Come all over my cock!”

His permission is all I need to let go again. The punishing pace pulls out a long, powerful orgasm that lasts for minutes. By the time I start to come down, I’m drenched in sweat, panting, unable to hold a single thought.

“Damien,” I breathe, my body trembling from the aftermath.

I sense the sudden hesitation, a shift in the air between us. “Damien?”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his voice low and intense.

“I’m yours,” I respond without a second thought. “Totally and completely.”

He slips from my body, his cock glistening with my juices. “Where are you going?”

Damien steps away, heading toward the closet without a word. My mind does a double-take, caught between confusion and curiosity. What’s with the sudden shift?

“I’ve got something for you,” he replies, a mysterious edge to his voice.

What’s he up to now? Knowing Damien, it could be anything.

“Another gift?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Why all the surprises tonight?”

His deep voice reaches me from across the room. “Francesca, I want to show you a world of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”

My heart skips a beat, my throat suddenly dry. This man has already taken me to places I never imagined, and now he’s promising even more. I swallow hard, my voice coming out hoarse. “You already have.”

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face as he turns, revealing a small metallic object in his hand. My breath catches when I recognize it instantly—an acorn-shaped silver toy.

“Do you know what this is, Francesca?”

I nod my head, my gaze on the silver object.

“It’s a key, of sorts. A key to unlocking new depths of pleasure.” He takes a step closer, his eyes glittering with dark intent. “I want you to be mine, Francesca. Mind, body and soul. To surrender completely to me.”

My thighs clench at his words. “I’m already yours, Damien. You know that.” Damien approaches the bed, his gaze dark. And if I’m being honest, his darkness is feeding my own carnal desires.

Damien slides onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs, his movements deliberate. The heat from his body makes my pulse quicken, but it’s the way his eyes lock onto mine that makes me shiver.

“Just relax,” he whispers, his hand steady on my thigh. “Let go.”

His words, soft but commanding, make it impossible not to.

His other hand ghosts over my stomach and then lowers to find my center, sending sparks of electricity through me. “Damien,” I begin. Gasping lightly as his finger slides inside with ease, massaging that sweet spot that has me moaning his name. “Ah!”

The cool metal of the acorn contrasts with the heat of his fingers as he slides it against my ass, lubricated and ready. My traitorous body welcomes the intrusion, and my nipples go painfully hard. This man is something else. He knows all my pleasure spots.

Even the ones I don’t know I have.

“Shh, just feel, Francesca,” he whispers against my skin. I nod.

Damien looks up from between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. “How does it feel, Francesca?”

“Good,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat.

“Just breathe, Francesca,” Damien says, his voice steady. “Breathe and relax your body for me.”


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