Touch of Chaos Read Online Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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He must agree, since his hands soon begin tugging at the waistband of my leggings. I help him, pulling them down and kicking them off before touching my hands to his waistband and unbuckling his belt. There’s no sound but our quick, anxious breaths while we fight to find the relief we both need so desperately. I’m almost sobbing with frustration by the time he drops his pants and shorts to free his dripping cock.

“Quick,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Please. Put it in me. I need you.”

He barely takes time to lift my leg and drape it over his hip before skewering me with one sure thrust. The sudden connection makes my body go stiff, my mouth falling open as unspeakable pleasure rolls over me. It’s not just physical pleasure, either. I have him here, inside me, where he belongs.

But all it takes is the slightest movement of his hips to leave me burying my face in his neck to muffle my moans. How could I have forgotten how good he feels? “Fuck, Angel.” He breathes in my ear as he takes me hard and fast, rattling the door with every deep stroke. “Fuck, so sweet. So wet.”

I can only groan, my fingers twisting and tugging his hair as every thrust takes me closer to sweet oblivion. I didn’t know how much I needed this, to lose myself in him. All of the hurt and the loneliness and the questions are washed away. There’s only us. The way it’s supposed to be.

“Getting tighter,” he rasps against my ear, his hot breath making me shiver and whimper. My nipples brush against his chest as he moves me up and down, sending delicious shockwaves of sensation straight to my pussy. “Are you going to come for me? Fuck, I need to feel it. I need you to come on my cock, Angel. Can you do that for me?”

Can I? I don’t think I have a choice. It’s coming on so fast, my whole body tensing in preparation for what I know is going to rock me to my core. “Make me come,” I beg, scraping my teeth over his earlobe until he slams into me hard enough that I’m walking the line between pain and pleasure. But I love it. I want him to hurt me, I want him to make me sore enough to feel it after this is over.

“Harder,” I beg, then press my face to his neck when he gives me what I want. Harder, faster, until the door bangs on its hinges, and I’m lost in ecstasy. It hits me all at once, like waves crashing against the shore, and all I can do is sob against his skin and cling to him as tightly as I can while he fills me with warmth, groaning against my shoulder and shuddering in release.

“I love you.” Just saying the words makes me cry harder. For the first time in forever, though, there’s nothing behind my tears except joy. “I love you, Ren.”

He lifts his head and looks me in the eye, a tiny smile stirring his lips. “I love you, Angel.”

So why do I feel sort of anxious? What am I looking for when I stare into his dark, familiar eyes? I’m looking for River. Waiting for him to show up and ruin things the way he always does when we’re happy together.

There’s none of that now. There’s only Ren, and I’m grateful for that.

I just wish I didn’t always have to wait for the other shoe to drop.

22

REN

Asense of normality sets in as I take my seat at the long dining room table. My parents and Luna sit beside me while Xander sits at the head of the table and his family across from us. My mom is finally back to normal now that Luna was returned to us unharmed. She is smiling brightly at me, the spark in her eyes returned.

Ella also seems unusually happy today, probably because she feels like the family is finally whole again. She’s always seen me as a bonus kid, at least that’s what she told me many times. I wish I could share their joy without restrain. Unfortunately, there is still so much darkness surrounding me. It’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Rebecca and William are finally dead, though I still feel like there is unfinished business. New Haven still exists, and though their once leaders are gone, the Russian mob is simply going to appoint someone else to do their bidding. I know it’s not my problem, and I shouldn’t feel responsible for them, but I also can’t just let it go. Young kids are still being picked off the street just like Luna and I were randomly chosen. Those kids are still going through hell every day just to be sold off to the highest bidder when they’re grown up.


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