The Woman on the Jury (Costa Family #7) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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“Anything to report?” I asked the guards at the door.

“Nah, been quiet,” one of them said.

Quiet.

Not a good sign.

I stepped inside, and wasn’t surprised to find the common area empty, and that the lights had even been dimmed.

Despite myself, I walked halfway to her room before forcing myself to turn around, and go to the bar instead, pouring myself a drink.

It did nothing to cut the tension growing inside me.

I ordered dinner.

I waited for it.

I accepted it from the guards.

Then I waited.

And waited.

But I couldn’t bring myself to eat alone again.

Why? That was the question, wasn’t it? Because I’d eaten alone most nights my entire adult life.

The thing was… I didn’t want to.

I wanted to share a meal with her.

I wanted to talk to her.

To fucking see her.

Tossing back another drink, I found whatever control I had snapping as I stormed down the hallway toward her room, ramming my shoulder into it, and watching it swing open and smack against the wall.

And there she was.

Standing in the bathroom with the door open. Wearing nothing but a towel, her wet hair pulled up in a claw clip.

The sight of her was like a kick to the gut.

I felt breathless with the intensity of it.

“Get out,” she said, but there wasn’t any force behind the words. If anything, she felt as breathless as I felt.

“Enough of this shit,” I snapped as I stormed across the bedroom, crossing it in just a few strides, and standing in the bright bathroom with her.

“I don’t want to see you right now,” she said, but her gaze was on my chest.

“Tough shit,” I shot back. “I want to see you.”

“You can’t have everything you want,” she said, gaze still lowered.

“The hell I can’t,” I said, stepping forward, my hand grabbing the back of her neck, and hauling her against my body.

Her breath caught, but she didn’t even tense, didn’t try to pull away.

My lips claimed hers, harder than I’d intended, but the second she melted into me, the anger that had been simmering in my system just fell away. In its place was an aching sort of need that had my hands tugging at the tuck of her towel until the material fell to her feet.

A tremble moved through her as my hands traced down her spine, then sank into her ass, dragging her more tightly against me, my cock pressing against her.

My lips muffled a soft moan that escaped her as my hand slid down, slipping between her thighs.

I’d barely started kissing her.

But she was already drenched for me.

My fingers traced up her pussy, finding her clit, and working it relentlessly.

Until she was moaning.

Until her muscles were taut.

Until her hands were fumbling with my buttons and zipper, then reaching inside to free my cock.

A growl escaped me as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking me as my fingers slipped inside of her, feeling her tight, wet walls tighten around them.

My hips rocked into her hand, my balls aching with the need for more.

“Get on your knees for me,” I demanded, voice rough with my need, but tone softer than I would have thought possible.

Her gaze lifted to mine, heat undeniable there.

Then… she lowered herself down.

Her hands shifted to the base of my cock before she opened her mouth, and took me in, starting to work me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing the back of her head and guiding her faster, deeper, my hips rocking into her mouth.

On a low growl, I pulled the clip out, then grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her up by it, and sealing my lips over hers.

My fingers untangled from her hair, going down to sink into her ass, pulling her up and off her feet. I waited for her legs to hook fully around me before turning and walking back into her bedroom, pressing her down onto the mattress.

I grabbed the condom out of my wallet before stripping off the rest of my clothes, and coming over her, my lips once again on hers as her soft body met my hard lines.

And, fuck, did she feel good when her arms slipped around my shoulders, and her legs wrapped around my hips.

I shifted my hips, letting my cock press against her pussy. Her back arched and her lips broke from mine in a moan as I ground down against her.

That was all the encouragement she needed.

Her legs hooked me more tightly, and her hips writhed against me, driving herself up.

But I wasn’t going to let her come.

Not until my cock was buried inside her.

I pulled away, feeling my lips twitch at her objection. It wasn’t long, though, before she was whimpering and writhing again as my lips teased over her breast, then sucking her nipple into my mouth.

I worked her, lips, tongue, and teeth, until her whimpers were almost cries before moving across her chest to continue the torment.


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