Unjustified Demands (Filthy Florida Alphas #2) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Filthy Florida Alphas Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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The little minx. She’s full of sass and I apparently love it because my dick is demanding its turn at training her. My lips find her ear and she giggles, pulling her head down to try and halfheartedly get away. My fingers dig into her thigh at the same time that my teeth bite into her earlobe. She gasps from the small dose of pain, and I feel a gentle shudder travel through her body.

“Roman,” she murmurs, and motherfucker, if my dick isn’t leaking on my leg.

“You’re tempting me to show you who is in charge, right here in the middle of this restaurant. Keep it up, pet, because I would like nothing better than to fuck you.”

“You wouldn’t,” she answers, but I can hear the doubt in her words as her entire body goes still.

“In a fucking heartbeat,” I assure her and I’m completely serious.

“Maybe we should talk about something else,” she suggests, and the look on her face is so sweet that I kiss her on the lips. Her tongue pushes into my mouth, deepening the kiss, and I let her explore while I take another hit of her addictive flavor. I was right; she’s definitely more potent than any drug.

When I break the kiss, I pick up one of the sausage links, forgetting my fork. I bring it to her lips and she opens, deliberately taking the food inside and wrapping her tongue around it as she goes. Her ass wiggles around on my lap, torturing my cock. She plays for a few more minutes, purposefully teasing with the food, before eating it.

“You keep wiggling around like that and we’re going to have a repeat of what happened during your dance. While I did love it, the next time I come it will be inside of you.”

Her cheeks somehow blush again. I’m getting used to this, how her almost innocent side mixes with the wicked woman and constantly entertains me. I’m starting to think she might be the first woman I’ve ever met who will never bore me. A woman like that is someone you could … keep. That’s insane though. I’m not that man. It’s time I bring this conversation around to something which will keep her from working her spell on me. She’s different, but she’s just a woman.

“Tell me how you found out your brother was missing.”

She stiffens in my arms, and I hate that I took the playful look off her face. I’m even starting to hate the fact that I’m the fucker who has her brother.

“Allen always disappears. I’ve grown used to it. He fell into the wrong crowd when we were younger and despite everything I tried, I wasn’t able to pull him back. I’ve been losing my brother for years.”

“And you still are trying to find him?”

“He’s my brother. The only family I have.”

“What if he gets you hurt in the meantime?”

“I can take care of myself. Been doing it for a long time now.”

I don’t like that reply. I don’t like it at all. There’s fuck-all I can say, though.

“Where was the last place he was seen?” I ask, even as I’m kicking myself. What would she do if I took her to her brother now? He’s slowly healing. I didn’t want him looking as if he was a step away from death, in case I had to show him to Ana. I’m not desperate enough to use him to get Ana in my bed; I knew I could manage that on my own. But to keep her from getting the police into checking my club out and other things in hopes of finding him? That’s the reason—and the only reason—her brother is still drawing air.

“Your club, The Stable.” It takes all my years of playing poker and bluffing my way out of tight spots combined not to react. “It’s why I started working for you in the first place. The Stable wasn’t hiring. I had dancing experience. Dive was hiring.”

“How did you know I owned both?”

She shrugs, taking a drink of her coffee. “That was a coincidence. I had been living in Boca, a little over an hour from here. I needed a job here in Miami that would pay decent and keep me in the general area. It worked out.”

“Conveniently,” I answer, making a note to have my man track down more info about her being in Boca. I didn’t recall that in the file Joe showed me.

“I’m not going to lie, Roman. I’m glad it did, and not just because of my brother,” she whispers.

“Really?” I ask, letting myself get lost in the look in her eyes. My hand slides along the inside of her thigh, stopping just an inch from her pussy. The heat I feel from her even through her jeans is intense. The muscles in her thighs tighten under my hand.


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