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 cock surges forward as if reaching out to me and the moment my panties hit the floor, he pulls me in closer. “Fuck,” he growls before lifting me up on the white marble countertop.

I let out a noise that’s half-moan and half-whine. “Damien.”

With a feral growl, he spreads my legs and runs his finger across my soaking wet lips.

“Yes,” I moan.

In one swift move, he pulls me to the edge of the counter, the thick head of his cock teasing my opening. I want so badly to spread my legs further, for him to take me hard and deep. One powerful thrust. But he makes me wait. “Please.”

Damien’s hand trails up my stomach, teasing my nipples, sending sparks of excitement through me. Then his hand moves higher, encircling my throat, and my breath catches. I’m trembling, not from fear, but from the intensity of my desire. “Damien,” I choke out, my eyes locking with his, “Fuck me.” This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. “Please,” I whisper, my body crying out for him, my center dripping with desire.

In one swift, possessive move, Damien plunges into me, his hand tightening around my throat as he fills me completely. “Fuck,” he groans, his eyes dark with passion. “Fuck, you feel so good, Francesca. You feel like mine.”

Mine.

Yes! That feels good. Knowing he wants me like this is intoxicating.

His pace quickens and my vision starts to blur. But I can still hear him. Feel him. And it’s so fucking good. “You are mine, Francesca. Don’t ever fucking forget it.”

His breath fans my ear a second before his teeth sink into my shoulder muscles. I love that even more, and I wrap my legs around his waist and move faster, forcing him to fuck me harder. Deeper.

A low growl escapes as the intensity of his strokes enters a different dimension. Sweat covers every inch of his body while he groans and pounds into me with such ferocity that my orgasm crawls up my legs like I stepped on a live wire.

“Come with me, Frankie,” he urges, his voice raw. I can’t speak. I can only feel.

Together, we spiral into an inferno of pleasure. Mind-blowing fucking pleasure. I cry out like an animal, my body convulses with my orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane.

“Fuck!” Damien’s voice is a primal roar as his hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my breath. The intensity of his release takes him by storm, a force of nature unleashed.

It’s vicious and violent and beautiful.

As my breath returns in quick gasps, Damien nuzzles my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive spot below my ear. “Oh, God, Frankie,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of reverence and triumph.

Damien’s grip slowly loosens, his fingers gently caressing my throat, soothing the remnants of the wildness that just happened. His eyes, dark and passionate, hold mine, conveying a thousand unspoken words.

Finally, after we both catch our breath and I can form a thought, he slides from my body as he lifts me off of the countertop and sets me on the floor. “Go get cleaned up. We’ll eat and then I’ll have you for dessert.”

I walk away on shaky legs, my body still humming to get cleaned up for dinner.

And dessert.

CHAPTER TWO

Damien

As good as it feels to have Francesca snuggled up against me in a deep, post-orgasmic sleep, my mind won’t allow me to relax. Having her at my side is better than I thought it would be, and I can’t imagine not having her here with me.

The sound of her deep breathing is the perfect soundtrack to my thoughts. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about how fucking splendid the shit with the cameras had worked out.

It wasn’t part of my plan, but there was no risk of being caught, so I was happy to invite Francesca to stay with me under the guise of protection. I’ll keep her safe, keep her under my thumb until I’m ready to execute the rest of my plans.

Until then, the time is ripe for me to kick this shit into high gear. Frankie and I are undoubtedly closer than we were before we started living together, but I need more. She’s in love with me, I can feel it. Not that I know fuck all about falling in love, but I can admit that my fondness for her, my desire to own her, is increasing with each passing day.

I look at her, so calm and peaceful in sleep. Her full lips part slightly and there are no traces of the stress that shows in her waking hours. It’s all me. Every thought in her head, whether or not she knows it, is about me. The serial killer haunting her dreams and turning them into nightmares and the man she is turning her heart over to. She is consumed by me, and she doesn’t even realize it.


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