The Reprobate (Texas Safehouse #5) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Texas Safehouse Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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He was right. I’d let him do anything to me. I could’ve gotten away from him if I wanted to, but I wanted to see how far he would push me, how long he would cut off my air. Jesus, it was so hot when he took control, that anger, that fire in him. I wondered just how far I could make him go. What would he be like if he completely lost control?

He pulled back, and I growled. “Fuck me, dammit.”

“The more you try to order me around, the slower I’ll go.”

“Bastard.”

He pushed back in so slowly it was like torture. I tried to shove my hips back, but he was ready for me. His hands gripped my ass cheeks as he flattened me to the bed. I could take it. I’d told him I could, and I wasn’t lying, but then he reached underneath me, took my cock in his hand, and started to stroke me again. When I thrust, needing more friction, he stopped. “I’m in control. There’s no need for you to move.”

“The fuck there’s not.”

He slapped my ass, and I arched my back. “Do your worst.”

He pulled back more, nearly all the way out, then drove into me, filling me all the way in one stroke. I cried out. There was no way I could stop myself. He was so thick it felt like he’d shoved a baseball bat up my ass.

“Relax,” he ordered as he ran his hand up and down my spine. I wanted to fight. I wanted to show him he couldn’t do this to me. He couldn’t make me crave him like this, but his touch was so soothing. Before long, my body started to accept his cock. He pulled out again, and when he thrust in, I fucking whimpered. I’d sworn he wouldn’t break me, but he was damn close.

“That’s it.” Darren’s voice was low and sultry. “Show me how much you want me.”

“Never.”

He chuckled as he pulled out and pushed into me again. He let go of my cock, and I gripped the sheets, forcing myself not to let him know how desperate I was for him to touch me again.

He worked me with hard, fast strokes. I could hardly breathe. Sweat dripped down my body, and my dick ached worse than it ever had. I was so fucking desperate. If I could just get a little more friction, I could come.

Moments later, I decided I was done with his games. I reached under myself, but he seized my wrist.

“Touch yourself and I’ll stop.”

“I don’t fucking care. I just want to come.”

“Really?” He pulled all the way out, and I’d never felt so empty. I’d thought I was desperate before, but it was far worse now. “No. You’re going to finish this.”

“Not unless you beg me.”

“I’m. Not. Doing. That.”

“Then I’m done.”

I turned to look at him. “Darren, put your dick back in me right now.”

He shook his head. “I’m the one making the rules today.”

“I’m done with this game.”

“Then I guess I’m done fucking you.”

His voice was so sexy, so seductive. I wanted him so badly, but I had sworn he wouldn’t break me, that I wouldn’t let him know how serious my need for him was.

He ran his thumbs up and down the inside of my ass crack, barely touching my hole. I sucked in my breath. The world spun around me. I wasn’t at all sure I was going to survive.

“Just give into what you need,” he said. “It won’t kill you.”

“It might.”

He laughed as he brushed his cock along the same path his fingers had traveled, teasing me, pressing lower, swiping it over my taint and nudging at the back of my balls.

“Go ahead. Get yourself off if that’s what you want.”

“Fuck me now.”

“No. You’ve got to ask nicely.”

“Darren, fuck my ass.” My words were measured, almost without emotion.

“Not good enough. Beg me, Fox. Beg me for what you need.”

I’d been tortured, and I’d never given in, but this… How the fuck could I need him so badly?

He spread my cheeks, and then, holy hell, he ran his tongue over me. That undid me. “Jesus. Please, Dare. Please. Fuck me. I need it, dammit. I need you.”

This time, he didn’t protest the nickname. He gave me one more flick of his tongue, then he gripped my hips and drove into me again.

As he fucked me, he loosened his grip enough to let me push back against him. He worked me hard, tilting my hips so his cock slid across my prostate. I was so fucking close. “Touch me. Please, Darren. I need your hand on me.”

I expected him to deny me, but he took my dick in his hand and worked it with the same rhythm he was using to fuck me.

“That’s it. God, that’s just what I need.”


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