The Widow Maker (Dark Vows Duet #2) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Dark Vows Duet Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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“You won’t,” Rain says softly. “You won’t, because you love me... Don’t you?”

I’ve never said those words to her, even though I’ve felt them for a long time. But now she’s asking me so brazenly, I almost have no choice but to answer.

“I love you,” I nod. “Fuck, that’s weird.”

“Maybe if you didn’t say fuck right after, I’d feel a little better,” Rain giggles, making me pull her onto the bed with me. I nuzzle her neck, kissing a line toward her throat. For a moment, it almost feels like we’re a normal couple. Like the threat of Xavier isn’t hanging over us, reminding us he could still separate us.

“Let me make it up to you,” I whisper in the shell of Rain’s ear.

“How?”

She leans back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. We kiss. Deep, long, passionate. Her body melts into mine and I support her like I plan on doing for the rest of my life.

“I’ll show you. Let me just take one last hit.”

“No.” She shakes her head, upset. “No last hit.”

“Fuck, Sunshine. You’re messing with my head.”

“Am I not enough?”

“You’re more than enough,” I mutter. “But I want to feel everything...”

“Then feel it,” she whispers, guiding my hand under the silk fabric of her blouse and cupping my palm around her breast. “Don’t you feel everything right now?”

I groan, readjusting the way I’m sitting when my cock grows insatiably hard.

“Help me,” I mutter. “I don’t... I don’t really know how to do this without some... help.”

“Remember all those years ago when we were supposed to be married?” she whispers as I lay her on her back on the bed. I nod. “Let’s pretend this is our wedding night.”

I can see something breaking inside her as she says those words. The wedding night that was stolen from us is her fantasy, and my cock couldn’t get any harder for her.

I lower my lips against hers, desperate for a taste like I was when we were younger. I embrace her, holding her close to me, hearts beating in unison. My cock throbs against her thigh and she needily rubs herself on me, eager for more.

“I need you to show me what we could have had,” Rain whispers against my lips, making me undress her with slow, soft motions.

I don’t rush it. I reveal inch after inch of her pale, freckled skin and taste every bit of her. Kissing, licking and admiring her body, I slowly make my way up until I reach the spot where her legs meet. I kiss her harder there, like I want to devour her essence. Rain is squirming beneath me, but I’m nowhere near done yet.

“Make me feel more,” I grunt at her, making her eyes flash with anger as she looks down at me.

“Missing your drugs?”

“You are my drug,” I growl, nipping at her skin.

She moans, wrapping her fingers in my hair and urgently tugging on the strands to bring me closer. I let her, placing my mouth on hers and stealing kiss after kiss from her plump lips. My fingers find her pebbled nipple on her now naked body and I pinch it down, cock throbbing at the sound of Rain’s sensual moans. I want to be inside her.

Unceremoniously, I pull my boxers down and aim my cock at her entrance.

“Not yet,” she whimpers, but I don’t listen, plunging inside her. She changes her tune soon enough, softly whispering my name as I drive inside her. “Fuck, Heath! Slower!”

“No,” I growl. “I want more.”

Her nails dig into my back then, and I grunt as I feel her scratching the surface of my skin. Droplets of blood ooze down my back, but all it does is turn me on more. The scratches burn, a perfect reminder of the feral little pet I’ve got beneath me.

“That’s right,” I say. “Hurt me again. Scratch me.”

She does as she’s told and my cock throbs inside her as her nails bury deeper into my back.

“Fuck, Rain. Come for me. I want to watch you come.”

As I pound relentlessly, her lips part and moan after moan escapes her parted mouth. She begs, whimpers and pleads for my cock, and I deliver with thrusts that seem to rock the entire room.

When she comes, Rain screams the fucking house down. I smirk to myself, hoping everybody can hear her absolute desperation.

I follow closely behind, filling her pussy to the brim with my warm, thick load. She’s still whimpering when I pull out, swiping her cunt with my fingers and feeding her what’s left of my load. The rest, her pussy soaks up. This time she won’t dare ask for birth control. If she does, I’ll just fuck her unprotected again and again until I’m fucking sure I’ve knocked her up.

Rain nuzzles me in the bed and I pull her against me, softly kissing her forehead. This is probably the gentlest I’ve been to her, and the roughest she’s been with me. But the scratches down my back feel... soothing. Almost like the drugs. A welcome relief from everything else that’s going on.


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