The Vicious Defender (Kingpin’s Property #5) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Kingpin's Property Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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"I can't offer you shit," Phoenix spits.

"Wrong answer," I reply. "Everyone has something. A mother, a girlfriend?"

His lips tighten and he shakes his head, but I know I've got him now.

"A sister," I finish.

"Don't you dare touch her," Phoenix hisses.

"Then prove your loyalty. Tell me her name," I order.

"No," Phoenix refuses, his jaw set.

"Then you leave me no choice," I say.

"No!" Heath cries. "Uncle, please!"

"Don't worry, Heath. You'll have a new friend soon," I assure him, clicking the safety off. "What's your sister's name, Phoenix?"

"Fuck you," Phoenix mutters.

"I knew it," I gloat.

"No, wait, Uncle!" Heath cries. "You don't have to do this! Please, I'll do anything!"

"I'm sorry, nephew. But some lessons have to be learned the hard way," I say.

"Please, Uncle," Heath begs, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry, but I can't show you any mercy," I state.

"Mercy!" Heath yells, making me laugh.

"No," I hiss. "No mercy for liars."

"No," Heath manages. "His sister's name is Mercy."

"You have a sister named Mercy, Phoenix?" I ask.

"She doesn't deserve this," he says. "I'm doing this to keep her safe."

"Her life or yours," I respond, my voice hard.

"No, Uncle," Heath protests.

"You have three seconds," I warn, ignoring my nephew's pleas.

"What the fuck do you want?"

I smirk into Phoenix's face. "Everything."

Chapter Seven

Tallulah

Xavier wants me pregnant. I want it, too. But why isn't it happening?

Every time my period comes, it feels like a stab in the heart. And when the doctor confirms what I already know, that it hasn't taken, I want to scream and cry.

I hate feeling like a failure.

"What's wrong?" Xavier asks, and I realize he's watching me from across the room.

"Nothing," I answer, turning away from him.

"Tell me, Tallulah," he demands, his voice soft but insistent.

"I'm just upset, that's all," I say.

"About what?" he questions.

"I don't want to talk about it," I insist.

"Tallulah, if there's something bothering you, I want to know about it," he says.

"I just..." I hesitate. "I want a baby. So badly. And every time it doesn't work, it breaks my heart."

"Tallulah," Xavier says, his voice soothing. "It's only been a while. It takes time. I'm much older than you."

"I know, but..."

"It's going to be okay," he assures me. "We have time. It's not a race."

"I know, but it hurts," I admit.

"I'm sorry, angel," he says.

"I wish there was a way to speed things up," I say, a desperate edge to my voice.

"We'll keep trying," he says.

"But what if it never happens?" I ask, a lump forming in my throat.

"Don't worry, Tallulah. We'll make it happen. If you want it, it will happen," he says.

"But how?" I ask, feeling hopeless.

"I have an idea," he says, his voice confident. "Something that might help."

"What is it?" I ask, curiosity mingling with my anxiety.

He smirks, saying, "I'll show you."

Then, he gets up and leads me to the bedroom, where he instructs me to lay on the bed.

"Take your clothes off," he orders.

I strip, then lay down, waiting. He sits on the bed beside me, and I'm struck by the look in his eyes. It's a look of pure desire.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands.

I do as he says, and his fingers gently touch my pussy.

"You're so wet," he murmurs.

I nod, unable to speak.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" he asks.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," I moan.

"Good," he says, sliding his finger into my entrance.

I gasp, arching my back. He's so gentle today. Gentler than ever before, even my first time. He strokes my inner walls, slowly building up a rhythm. My body responds, and I feel my climax building.

"Xavier," I moan.

"That's it," he encourages. "Let go, angel."

I come, moaning his name. He doesn't stop. He keeps stroking my inner walls, prolonging the orgasm. When it finally fades, he removes his finger.

"Now, you're ripe for me."

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

"I'm going to breed you," he says.

"Breed me?" I repeat.

"Yes," he confirms.

He pulls his pants down, and I see his cock. It's thick and hard, ready to take me.

"You want to give me a baby?" I ask.

"Yes, angel," he answers.

"I want it," I admit.

"Good," he says. "Not that it fucking matters to me."

My hearts beats faster as he pulls back and reaches into the nightstand. He pulls out a tube of cream and applies it all over his cock, coating it until it shines.

"What's that?" I whisper, not sure I really want to know.

"A special lubricant," he answers. "It's supposed to increase fertility."

"Oh," I say, my breath catching in my throat.

"You have to be very relaxed," he instructs. "Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Good," he says.

Then, he lines up his cock with my pussy, and I feel it begin to slide inside me. He goes slow, letting me adjust.

"Does that feel good, angel?" he grunts, and I can tell he's holding back.

"Yes," I moan, unable to stop myself.


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