Theirs Forever (Mafia Menage Trilogy #4) Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Menage Trilogy Series by Julia Sykes
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
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Ashlyn’s lips popped open in an enticing O. I craved to sink my cock inside her hot mouth, but that could come later. I was enjoying playing with her far too much to end this any time soon. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and already I was becoming intoxicated by my power over her.

“But that one stings,” she whined, further sealing her fate with another pretty pout in Marco’s direction.

“Good,” he replied coolly, going to the closet to retrieve the items I’d requested.

She really must need to be forced into a submissive headspace if she was this intent on provoking him. I was more than pleased to give her what she needed, but I’d have to talk to Marco later about what had upset her.

While he went to get the wicked toys I’d asked for, I turned my full attention on my prey. She didn’t struggle or protest when I roughly yanked the sash on her pink robe, tugging at her waist and forcing her back to arch as it slid free. The silken material parted between her breasts, offering a tantalizing glimpse at her sensual curves.

I fisted the robe in both hands and pushed it down her arms, stripping her with quick, harsh efficiency. She gasped at my sudden brutal treatment, but her peaked nipples and flushed cheeks betrayed her excitement.

My fingers sank into her hips, and I flipped her onto her front so I could grab the robe and toss it aside; I didn’t want it to snag my ropes when I began to bind her. Surprise made me pause when I took in her reddened ass. I trailed my fingers over the perfect curve of her enflamed bottom, and she shuddered at the contrast of the tender touch.

“Looks like our girl has been very naughty today,” I remarked, glancing up at Marco as he reentered the bedroom from our cavernous walk-in closet, rope and flogger in hand. “What did she do to earn a spanking already?”

His jaw ticked, and his dark eyes flashed as he gave me a short jerk of his head, warning me not to press. She tensed beneath me, some dark memory souring her erotic anticipation. I sensed that now wasn’t the time for an interrogation, even if it could be fun to make her confess. She needed to forget about her worries and just submit to my will.

I flipped her onto her back again and wrapped my hand around her throat, restricting her ability to speak. She couldn’t so much as breathe freely if I didn’t allow it. Her eyes softened, her body relaxing fully in my utterly dominant hold. Ashlyn loved being my prey, my helpless captive.

I leaned in close, allowing her to feel the heat of my silken words against her lush lips. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl while Marco watches. He’s not going to touch you or coddle you.” She whined and squirmed beneath me, and my dick throbbed. I gritted my teeth and forced down the wave of lust that threatened to overwhelm me. “You thought you could tease and tempt your Daddy into doing what you want. I’m going to remind you who’s in control.”

Marco dropped the rope and flogger on the mattress beside her face, and she jolted at the heavy thud. A wicked chuckle rolled from my chest, a sound of slightly cruel delight. Her long, dark lashes brushed her brows, her lovely blue eyes wide with just the right amount of fear. It’d been a while since I’d truly taken her in hand, and I relished the rush of power that went straight to my head. Her submission intoxicated me like nothing else.

I released her from my careful grip and trailed my fingers down the column of her throat. She arched toward my touch, as though she already missed the comfort of my hand wrapped around her neck, commanding her full attention.

Another dark laugh rumbled from my chest, and she shuddered like the sound was a caress on her skin. Never taking my focus off her, I grabbed a neat coil of rope and ran the slightly rough fibers through my hands, allowing the length to snap against the bed as I unwound it. Her lashes fluttered, and her breaths quickened. I noted each rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her teeth sank into her pillowy lip in trepidation and anticipation. She was completely under my thrall, completely mine.

I grasped her wrists and quickly wrapped the rope around them, lashing them together before wrapping the length around her chest. Her small hands were forced tight to her breasts as I bound her with ruthless efficiency; this wasn’t the time for slow, seductive bondage. The tie wasn’t methodical or pretty, but imbued with raw ferocity.


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