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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He pulls me off of him and I cry out at the unfairness of it. I earned his cum. It should be mine. Before I can argue, the first spray jets across my face, splashing on my lips. His hand holds my head in place as he jacks his cock, aiming for my face and shooting stream after stream on me until it’s dripping down my neck, running between my breasts, and sliding down my throat.

I’m covered in… him.

Chapter Forty-Four

Roman

“I thought you were taking the week off,” Ana questions, pouting.

It should annoy me, but it does the opposite. I’m glad she doesn’t want me to leave. I can’t tell her why I’m leaving, even if I think this will help her brother, and though I’m doing it for her, I doubt she will understand. I don’t have a lot of experience with worrying about how a woman reacts. I’ve never given a fuck. I have a suspicion that Ana would not be pleased with my plan, however. I lock my hand on the side of her neck and pull her face to mine. She stretches up off the mattress to meet my kiss. Just the touch of her lips soothes me.

“You’ll barely notice I’m gone. I’ll be back by evening.”

“Trust me, I’ll know. Plus, you’re leaving me here with Broom Hilda, the wicked witch of the…”

“I thought she was treating you better?” I ask, immediately pissed off. I warned Mayra to treat Ana with respect. Ana is a permanent fixture in my life. I’m not letting her go. I will, however, fire the maid. Easily.

“She is, around you. She waits to show me her distaste and hate when you’re in another room.”

“That’s unacceptable. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Really, Roman. It’s not a big deal,” Ana says.

“It is. I told you to fire her if she kept disrespecting you,” I complain, upset this has been going on without my notice.

“She’s been better. I’m rarely alone with her. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with her. It won’t be long until…” she trails off as her face heats up.

I think about what she said, and any way I choose to finish her sentence displeases me.

“Until what, Ana?” I growl this time, my voice dark.

“Roman, let’s not get into this right now. You’ll be late,” Ana says, refusing to meet my eyes.

She’s right, I will be. I don’t give a fuck. Something about hearing the woman you are obsessed with talk as if your time with her is limited has a strange effect on a man.

“Ana, we’ve gone over this shit. Do you not get that I’m not letting you go?”

“Roman…” she trails off for a second, her eyes looking down at her hands instead of me.

“Ana. Eyes, now,” I order, and her face snaps up and her eyes sparkle with displeasure, but fuck that, she needs to understand this. “You are going nowhere.”

At my words, some of the anger leaves her, but there’s another look on her face now, one I’m not sure how I feel about. It almost looks like hopelessness.

“Let’s just take it one day at a time, Roman. If I’m still around in a month, I’ll handle her…”

“Mayra!” I yell, my voice loud enough to shake the rafters in the ceiling. I’ve had enough of this shit. Ana must know because she pulls away, jumping at my tone. She pulls the sheet tight around her body and now there’s fear in her eyes. My dick pushes against my jeans because caring for Ana or not, I’m still a bastard. The sight of her fear makes me want to control and conquer her that much more.

“Mr. Anthes?” Mayra says from the door. I turn to watch her freeze as her eyes go to Ana lying in my bed. Her dislike shows on her face clearly before she hides it and raises her eyes to mine.

“I told you, if you didn’t respect my woman, you were finished. Apparently you didn’t take that to heart.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Anthes.”

“Ana says you’ve been disrespecting her in private.”

“Roman,” Ana starts, but I ignore her. The controlled mask on Mayra’s face slips somewhat.

“I’ve been doing my job, Mr. Anthes. I don’t have time to cater to the whims of some—”

“My woman. That’s who she is, Mayra. She’s mine. She’s staying. I will have my ring on her hand and my child in her belly. She will be around for a long fucking time. A lot longer than you will.”

“Roman,” Ana gasps.

“Mr. Anthes,” Mayra starts. I ignore them both and instead pull off my jacket.

“Pack your things, Mayra. I want you out of this house in thirty minutes. Robert will drive you back into town. I’ll mail your severance pay. I’ll be generous though; it’s more than you deserve.”

“You can’t be serious!” Mayra protests, her face now full of hate, but now it’s not all directed at Ana.


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