Vengeance is Mine (Mafia Brides #2) Read Online Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Brides Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“Spread your legs,” I command, propping a foot on the stool at the base of my bed to untie my shoes. “Show me that pretty pussy.”

She deliberates with her chin tipped down. I remove my shoes and socks before it’s clear she’s not going to obey.

Excellent.

“What, shy?” I drawl. “You came hard enough on my knife not so long ago. And again on my cock.”

Her nostrils flare as she visibly bites back a response. I make quick work of the rest of my clothes and stalk to the bed. My shadow falls over her, but she doesn’t flinch. She raises her chin to challenge me, and I grip it in my palm. Her eyes are dark with desire. “Are you going to fight me?”

Her tongue touches her upper lip. “No.” Her voice is heavy, husky. “No, I want this.”

“If you want this,” I grip my cock with my free hand, an obscene gesture that makes it clear what we’re talking about, “then you obey.”

With her jaw in my grasp, she can’t shake her head. But she does roll her eyes. I tighten my grip on her face. “No?”

She presses up to her knees. Even on the bed, she can’t match my height, but she doesn’t back down. “You don’t want that.”

I slide my hand from her jaw to her throat. If she gets the threat, she doesn’t acknowledge it. She presses her hands to my bare skin. A shock runs through me at her touch, my body trembling like a racehorse ready to run. She smirks like she knows her control over me.

“Obeying is the quickest way for you to be bored with me. And if you’re bored, I die.”

“You think so?”

She slides a hand south and replaces my fingers on my cock with her own. “I know so.”

“You don’t seem afraid.” I release her neck to trace her lips. The corner of her mouth curls under my finger.

“Maybe I like a challenge too.” She squeezes my cock, and I groan deep in my throat. I have to fight not to thrust into her palm. Naked but for a garter belt and stockings, on her knees, she’s found the upper hand.

Not for long. I grip her hair and draw her back until she’s lying on the bed. She loses her grip on my dick, and I loom over her. “Nice try.”

I ease her knees apart and let my hand fall, smacking her dead on her pussy. She throws her head back, her neck working on a silent cry. “That’s for not following instructions.”

Her chest heaves, but she doesn’t let a sound slip. I slide two fingers up and down her folds. She’s soaking wet, filled with my cum. She can hide many things from me, but her pussy does not lie.

Her reactions leave me wanting. Her breath trembles, but no cry or moan escapes.

I stroke her slick flesh, studying her solemn face. “Who taught you to be so quiet?”

She shakes her head slightly and doesn’t answer.

“This will not do.” With my free hand, I massage her scalp until her eyelids droop. “I want to hear you. Your cries and sobs, everything in between.” Her lips part, her breath growing languid. “Can you do that for me?”

“I’ve never done it before,” she whispers.

“So tense.” I’ve half-folded her in my arms. It’d be an innocent pose if I didn’t have my fingers circling her clit. “So in control. What would it be like to give yourself to me?”

Her eyes flick open. “So you can knife me in my sleep?”

“My knife is over there.” I nod to my dresser. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d have done it before now.”

She barks out a laugh and relaxes more. “I guess you’re right.” She leans back. The sword on her necklace is askew, poking into her collarbone, and she straightens it before stretching her arms overhead. Her back arches, pushing her breasts up on display. “How do you want me?”

“Like this.” With her draped backward, I can play with her pussy as long as I want. “But let go, beautiful.” I paint her red lips with her own juices and reposition myself between her legs. “And scream for me.”

Lula

Victor lowers his blond head between my knees. I clench up automatically, but the giant hitman is surprisingly gentle. He strokes his fingers up and down my sex, delving into the folds. He finds my clit and circles it, forcing my already wrung-out body to stir. My arousal lifts its head.

He’s right. He’s unarmed, his knife out of reach. But his body is lethal all on its own. In the dappled shadows untouched by the low light, his large frame is impossibly beautiful. His torso is a work of art, each muscle sleek and refined. I crane my head and get a glimpse of his perfect ass right as he swipes his tongue up my center.


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