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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“Really,” she whispers.

“I’ll get my people working on trying to track your brother down.” Her body goes tense in my arms.

“You mean it?”

“I don’t waste my time saying things I don’t mean, pet. You need to prepare yourself, though; if he’s as far gone as you say he is, there might not be any saving him.” Her violet eyes go sad and I find myself wishing I was a different person, a man who could slay dragons for her. Fuck. I need inside her so these damn reactions to her will stop. The best remedy I’ve found for almost anything is to fuck it out of your system. Ana is just one more in a list. Fucking her until I grow bored will be more pleasurable than anything I’ve done before.

“Roman?” she asks, that pretty little tongue of hers coming out to catch a drop of syrup on her lip.

“Yes, pet?”

“Take me home.”

Her voice is husky, and those damn eyes of hers are liquid. I know what she needs, but I want the words.

“Why, Ana?”

“I need you to fuck me,” she says bluntly, and though her voice is soft, the people around us can hear and she doesn’t seem to give a damn. I throw a hundred on the table and stand up, bringing Ana with me. Her body is close to mine, her legs wrapped around my hips, her hands hugging my neck while she buries her head in my chest. The sound of the chair I was sitting in, scraping and rocking from my quick movements are echoed, because the room goes silent. I walk her straight out to the limo, ignoring everyone but Ana.

Chapter Twenty

Ana

Roman somehow manages to fit his wide frame and mine through the door of the limo. He even manages to get the car door closed. That’s good because I immediately go to my knees on the floor, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I get the top part of his chest exposed, then stretch up to drag my tongue along the skin, licking and placing gentle kisses. I’m hoping if I distract him enough that he forgets about the fucking slip I made.

It was a damned rookie mistake. How could I have said he was the reason I started working at Dive? I hope I covered good enough, but the minute the words left my mouth, I saw questions in Roman’s face. So I did what women everywhere have been doing for years: I distracted him with sex.

It’s just one more thing for Paul to throw in my face later.

I can’t worry about that right now, because what started out as distraction has turned into a wildfire that is definitely out of control. I start to work on more buttons, eager to taste the salty male flavor that is Roman. He stops me by wrapping his fist in my hair and yanking my head back hard. My heart rockets into my throat thinking I’ve failed and he’s about to interrogate me about our conversation. I’m so fucked up over Roman. I’d never admit it to Paul, but I’m losing sight of the reason I’m here. I’m losing sight that this is about my own brother, so much so that when he pulls my hair so violently that the rough pain shoots through my body, my pussy quakes with need. I can feel the effect he has on me by the way the insides of my thighs grow wet.

“Undo my pants,” his dark voice orders.

His eyes are deep and intense and they spear through me. I swallow nervously as I bring my hands to his belt, unlatching. My eyes drift up to his as I slip the top button of his slacks loose and then carefully slide the zipper down. The look on his face is beautiful. It’s almost as if he’s in pain. I want to keep looking but his cock instantly springs out, demanding attention. There’s so much to be said about a man going commando, and all of it is good.

I bend down to run my tongue up the front of his cock when he pulls hard on my hair again. “Did I say you could have my cock, pet?”

The tone of his voice, the look on his face, and the way he keeps demanding I ask for permission all combine together and explode inside of me in a way that sends shockwaves through my body that all detonate in my pussy and causes a mini-orgasm. I shiver in response. “No, Roman,” I tell him, my voice in a tone I have never heard from myself before. It’s so full of need.

“You must learn who is in control. Lock your hands behind your back, grab your wrists, and no matter what, you keep them there. Understand?”

Just like that, my breath goes ragged. I put my hands behind my back and do as he instructed. He gets a ghost of a smile on his face. I want to keep watching it, but my eyes are pulled back to his cock as he holds it in his hand. Everything about Roman is larger than life, but when his hand wraps around the base of his cock, it does nothing but accentuate how truly large he is. He pulls me in close, close enough that his dick is right there but I have to reach to touch it. I do it automatically, but at the first sting of pain, I look up at him instinctively. He nods his head in agreement to a question I wasn’t even aware I was asking. I strain against his hold to run my tongue up the front of his shaft. It pulls my hair; he’s not giving me an inch of movement, but his groan encourages me to keep pushing. When I reach the head of his dick and the taste of his pre-cum gathers on the tip of my tongue, I moan. I fight harder against his restraint to take just the tip into my mouth. I close my lips against him, sucking hard while my tongue tries to find that small valley where more of his pre-cum is. I want more. I need it like I need my next breath. When he doesn’t let my mouth slide further, I pull away.


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