Twilight Mask – Enemies to Marriage Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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“It was war. I wasn’t involved in that operation. I could make other excuses, but you’re right. You don’t owe me anything.”

I don’t like that answer. I don’t like it at all. I lean toward him, pitching my voice softer. “I want you to beg, Jackal, or Marco, or whoever you are right now. If you want me to keep seeing you, I want you to beg.”

He stiffens. I try not to smile. My heart’s pounding in my chest at the idea of this powerful man pleading with me. For most of this relationship, he’s been the one in control, but now I feel like the roles have reversed, at least for the moment, and I like it.

I figure, if this proud man’s willing to debase himself for me, then I can believe that he’s sincere. And really, I don’t hold what happened against him, in the same way he shouldn’t hold all the dead Santoro soldiers and his dead boss against me. It was a war, and we didn’t know each other. It’s not like I didn’t pull the trigger more than a few times myself during that fight. I have blood on my hands, too.

“Please, Laura,” he whispers, but I’m already shaking my head.

“Not good enough.”

“I need you,” he says, speaking louder. “Listen to me, baby. I can’t lose this, not when it’s only beginning. Not when it feels so right. Please, give me another chance.”

I lick my lips and cross my legs. “Not too bad. But I’m not convinced.”

An edge of panic breaks into his voice. “You’re all I think about,” he says and that gets my attention. “From the moment I wake up until the moment I go to sleep, I can’t get you out of my head. Even when you blocked your cameras, I keep refreshing the link I have to your house’s system, obsessively making sure it’s still there. I need another chance with you, Laura. I need you in my life. I need our game, but I also need you, and whatever it is we’re building.”

Tingles run down my spine. I sit up straighter. “More.”

He slips out of the booth and kneels beside the table. People are staring with open curiosity. “I’m pleading with you. I’m begging. I’ll give you anything. I’ll do anything. But I need you to give me another chance.” He moves closer and puts a hand on my thigh. I’m breathing fast and my mouth is watering at the sight of him on his knees, staring at me through his mask. And I swear, I can’t prove it, but I think he’s smiling.

“More,” I whimper.

His grip on my thigh tightens. “I dream about you. I touch myself, thinking about your taste. Ever since we played our first game together, you’re all I’ve wanted. I’m going to ruin my life for you, Laura Bianco, and it will have been absolutely worth it. Please, baby, give me another chance. Let me back into your life.” He’s right next to me, both hands on my leg, and I’m trembling with excitement. He leans in closer and whispers, “Did you like that, baby? Do you like it when I beg for you?”

I nod slowly at him, my mouth hanging open. Fuck, this guy somehow takes getting down on his knees and turns it around on me, like all along this was some game he’s playing. Like he’s the one teasing me, and not the other way around.

And it’s absolutely working.

“Let me taste your soaking wet little pussy again, baby,” he says, very quietly now. “I want to sink my cock between your legs. You haven’t had me inside of you yet, and I am fucking dying to stretch you out and make you come. I want to lick your nipples, make you sweat, kiss you hard until your lips are swollen, and I want to fill you to the brim again and again. I want to make you crawl to me, take my cock down your throat, and ride my dick until you can’t see color anymore. I want to make you mine, baby. Please, play another game with me.”

Well, shit.

My resistance officially melts away.

And my panties are soaking wet.

This isn’t how I pictured his begging would go, but here I am, trembling with excitement.

“Okay,” I manage to say. “I’ll play.”

He strokes a palm across my cheek, and I nuzzle into it. “Good girl,” he says, and abruptly he’s back in his seat.

I blink multiple times, getting myself back together. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize all eyes are on us, and I’m absolutely sure they know what’s going on over here now. Fortunately, as soon as he’s back in his spot, conversation at the bar resumes and we’re not the center of attention any longer.

“What’s the game?” I manage to ask him.


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