The Woman with the Secret (Costa Family #6) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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She lifted up, pushing down her pants and panties, then lifting up to remove each leg.

My hand went between, making a loud moan escape her as her hands worked my belt, button, and zipper free.

My thumb went to her clit as my fingers slipped inside her, finding her wet and ready for me even as her hand closed around my hard cock, stroking it as my fingers started to thrust inside her.

“Emilio, please,” she begged, rocking against my touch, needing more.

My free hand moved to my pocket, finding my wallet, the condom inside, then letting my hand leave her to slip it on.

“Up, baby,” I demanded, voice rough, as my hand sank into her ass, pulling until she was lifting up, then sliding over me. “Take me in,” I demanded, the need like a red-hot ache. “Fuck, yeah,” I groaned as she lowered down, as her pussy tightened around my cock, welcoming me in deep. “Baby, ride me,” I demanded.

Then she was, her hands holding onto my shoulders as she moved, her tits bouncing, begging to be touched, so my hands played—squeezing, pinching, twisting—as she drove herself up, her walls getting tight around me.

“Come for me,” I demanded as her pussy became a vice grip around my cock, telling me how close she was.

She was riding me wildly then, completely lost in the moment, in the need for release.

“Fuck,” she cried as the orgasm slammed through her, her pussy clenching around me over and over.

“There you go,” I murmured, thrusting up into her, dragging it out. Until she collapsed against me, panting and shaking.

But I wasn’t done.

Not yet.

Not after this stressful as fuck day we’d both had.

Hooking an arm around her, I curled her under me on the couch and surged inside her again, thrusting slow and deep until she started to climb again, then faster, harder, driving her right toward that edge, then over it, my lips swallowing her moans.

“One more,” I hissed, voice tight.

“I can’t,” she whimpered, shaking her head.

“One more,” I said, pulling her up again, holding her on my lap as I thrust up into her.

Then, when I was proved right, as she started to moan and beg for release, I leaned her backward, changing the angle, engaging her G-spot a bit better.

Then she was crashing down, crying out, taking me with her.

I pulled her down on top of me on the couch after, my arms draped around her, her head in my chest. And I was so overcome with the feeling of rightness that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it would all play out the way it was supposed to.

And at the end of it, we would be together. Starting to build something important.

“Emilio?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Are the kittens okay?”

A little chuckle moved through me. “Yeah, they’re fine. I have my cousin looking after them. He knows what he’s doing. Said you’ve done a good job so far.”

“I miss them,” she said.

“We’re gonna go home to them as soon as my legs start working again,” I said, getting a little laugh out of her.

“I don’t think I have any bones anymore,” she admitted.

“Good situation to be in. Think we both needed this,” I added, hands starting to move over her again.

“I think I might need it again later. After some food. Pizza,” she clarified.

“I could go for pizza,” I agreed, finding the strength to fold up, taking her with me as I did so.

Then we were putting ourselves back together.

“Need to grab anything important?” I asked. “Aside from some shoes,” he added, looking pointedly down at my feet.

“By some miracle, I didn’t get all cut up. I still feel like I should update all my vaccines,” she said, wincing. “Ah, shoes, right,” she said then, ramming into the couch as she turned to head back to the bedroom, rummaging around, then coming back with some flats on.

“I turned off the coffee pot. Anything else?” I asked.

“Just my purse,” she said, grabbing it.

“Ready to go home?” I asked, watching as she started at that, trying to let it settle in, then giving me a beaming fucking smile.

“Yes,” she agreed, reaching out to take my hand.

“Knew you two kids would work it out,” Ant said as we approached the SUV. My gaze went down to his hand, finding it wrapped across the palm in gauze.

“The fuck happened to your hand?” I asked.

“Can you believe this shit?” he asked. “I was digging around in the trunk for some aspirin I knew I had back there, and sliced it open on a fucking garden hoe. Why the fuck was there even a hoe in the trunk?” he asked, shaking his head at himself.

“Sounds like we should both make an appointment to go get tetanus boosters, at least,” Avery said with a smile as Ant opened the door for her.


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