Velvet Kingdom – A Fake Marriage Mafia Romance Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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I wasn’t, but I definitely am now.

“Go ahead.” His mouth is so close to mine. My eyes flutter closed. “Say it. Tell me to stop.”

“Is that what you want?” I ask, surprised I can still form words.

“Not at all.”

“Then don’t make me say something neither of us wants to hear.”

He kisses me.

Chapter 9

Maddie

No more teasing, no more games. His lips on mine, pressing hard, his tongue invading mine like a ravenous thunderstorm, tearing down my defenses, ripping my armor into shreds. It tastes good, fuck, it feels good, the way his man kisses, both possessive and tender, both intense and fully present, like I’m the only woman in the world worth kissing.

It’s incredible, and I press deeper into him, aware that I’m making a massive mistake but way past caring to stop.

We kiss, tongues, teeth, lips, everything clicking into rhythm until he grabs my hips and pulls me over into his lap. I gasp, surprised, but I straddle him and release a low moan when I feel him stiffen between my legs.

Holy. Shit.

He’s massive—thick, long, and so freaking hard I’m afraid he’s about to rip right through the worthless clothing between us. And instead of freaking out, instead of closing down and running away, instead of doing what I’ve always done my whole life ever since I was a little girl at twelve years old making the worst decision of my short existence⁠—

Instead, I start to grind against him, and I let him run his fingers through my hair as he kisses me, and I decide I’m not going to ruin this for once in my life.

Because it feels good. There’s no other reason, but it feels good, and that should be reason enough every once in a while. I need to be selfish, a little bit at least, and this is all about me. This man, his hands, his lips, his hard cock between my legs, this man is everything I’ve never wanted before and he’s everything I absolutely need right here and right now.

Then the car’s parked and he’s tugging me from the back seat. I follow, breathless. We’re in Old City, one of the nicest parts of Philadelphia. We enter a corner row home, red brick, wrought iron around the windows, beautiful flowers blooming in boxes, a big blue door. I stumble in, following after him, heart racing, pulse booming between my legs, hardwood floors and oil paintings, then an original twisting staircase to an airy master bedroom.

“Do you live alone?” I ask, which is the dumbest question in the world.

“This is my house,” he says, kissing my neck. I groan in bliss as he undresses me. His fingers run through my hair like he’s stroking the softest thing he’s ever felt before.

That’s explanation enough. I push off his jacket, unbutton his shirt, and reveal layers of hard, gorgeous muscle studded and painted over by tattoos. Scars mingle in with the artwork. The man’s a breathing canvas. I bite his lower lip and gasp as his fist pulls my hair and he turns me toward the bed. I expect him to be rough, but instead, he pushes me down, sits me on the edge, and drops to his knees.

“Ever since I saw you in Lisa’s office, I’ve been dreaming about this.” He peels off my slacks and then my panties. I’m naked and I should be nervous, I should be cold, but I only feel heat and need. I’m in the moment, dizzy with it. All my voices are silenced, and there’s only him. “How have you been living right under my nose this whole time? Looking the way you do?”

He kisses up my thigh then runs his tongue along my slit, up and down, up and down, teasing me open before he pushes inside. I moan, shocked at how good it feels. He comes back out, licks, sucks, and nibbles on my clit, and now I’m moaning like I’ve lost my mind. His fingers follow, using my wetness to plunge in and out, only one at first, then two. I’m groaning, wiggling my hips, staring up at a ceiling fan, then down at his dark hair.

His eyes meet mine. My mouth is stuck in an oval, moans and whimpers and noises I’ve never made before spilling out like an uncorked bottle. I’ve had this inside me all this time, and I never freaking knew.

“I’ve never come like this before,” I blurt out.

He smiles and fucks me with his fingers. “Do you want to?”

“Fuck, yes,” I say, arching my back to let him get deeper. “Please, let me come.”

“Oh, I like that. You’re already asking permission. It’s like you know the rules already.”

“Please,” I gasp as his mouth goes back to sucking and licking me as he fucks me with those fingers. “God, that feels so fucking good. Please, make me come.”


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