Vengeful Commander (New Orleans Malones #2) Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Kink, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: New Orleans Malones Series by Laylah Roberts
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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“Here? Right now?”

“Yes, here. Right now.”

“But is there anyone else here? What if someone walks along?” she asked, staring around.

“This is my property, and there are no neighbors for miles. And the people who set this picnic up left before we got arrived. No one will see you.”

Okay, then.

It wasn’t easy but she managed to undo and take off her bra while keeping her dress covering everything.

“And now your panties.” She reached underneath and took off her panties. He held out his hand for both and she gave them to him.

“I don’t suppose you saw where my panties went from last night?” she asked. She hadn’t been able to find them this morning when she’d tidied up.

“Yep, in my pocket.”

He slid these panties into his pocket as well.

“Hey, I’m going to need those back! I don’t have an endless supply of panties.”

“I’ll replace them.”

“I don’t need them replaced. I just need for you to stop stealing my old ones,” she grumbled.

“Come here. Lie on your back.” He lay on his side, patting the blanket in front of him.

Nerves flooded her tummy along with excitement.

She lay next to him on her back, staring up at him. He ran a finger along her cleavage. Her dress was stretchy, and it tightened under her breasts before flaring out loosely.

He pushed the dress away from her globe, baring it to his gaze. A low moan escaped her as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. This felt wanton and crazy and like nothing she’d done before.

She seemed to be experiencing a lot of firsts with him.

“You taste so good. All I could think of last night was getting your taste on my tongue again.”

Her heart raced as she stared up at him. He bared her other breast before leaning over to lick the tight nub until she was moaning, wriggling on the blanket as waves of arousal flooded her.

He blew out a breath over the bud before flicking it with his tongue.

“Victor!” she cried out.

“You’re sensitive, aren’t you, baby?” he murmured. “My poor girl. If you still had panties on, no doubt you’d have made a mess of them.”

Dear. Lord.

The things he said.

“Bring the bottom of your dress up to your waist, then spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are.”

With hands that shook, she did as ordered. She prayed he was right about no one coming along and seeing her like this.

Then again, did she really care? This was his land after all.

Wait, he owned this land?

“This is your property?” she asked breathlessly as his hand moved up her thigh toward her slick pussy.

“That’s what you’re thinking about? Obviously, I’m not doing a very good job if you can still think.”

She flushed. “Sorry. You are, you’re very good at this. I just . . . you own this beautiful land?”

“Yep.” He cupped her pussy, squeezing it lightly. She raised her hips, wanting more, seeking his touch. “I do. The plan was to build a place to live out here one day, but my family needs me right now.”

“It would be a beautiful place to live. You wouldn’t miss the city?”

He shrugged. “Too many people. I’m not a people person. There are about eleven people I like. That number can go down and up on any given day.”

“Am I one of them?”

“Yeah, baby. Right now, you’re number one on the list.”

“Ooh, number one. Go me!”

“Hmm, and to stay number one you have to do exactly as I say, understand?”

“You’re lying,” she teased. “I’ll be number one even if I don’t do what you say.”

“You will,” he admitted. “But you’ll be number one with a hot ass.”

She sucked in a sharp breath as he ran two fingers through her slick lips.

“Please. Please. Please.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted more. Craved it.

She didn’t know how she could be so needy when she’d come twice last night. She should have been well satisfied.

Turns out, his touch just made her hungrier.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I need to come. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Not yet. We’re not there yet.”

Really? He was rejecting her? Her hands dropped away from him.

Suddenly, he moved over her, his hands on the blanket on either side of her head. He was careful not to lean too much of his weight on her.

“That was not me rejecting you.”

“You don’t want to fuck me?” she whispered.

“I want to fuck you, little bit. I want to fuck you every minute of every hour that I’m awake. Even when I’m asleep, I dream of fucking you.”

Although she knew that couldn’t be true, it still made her flush with pleasure.

“But we’re already moving faster than I thought we would. Because I can’t resist your taste, the sounds you make when you come, the satisfaction that comes from knowing I pleasured you. But I also want you to know how much you mean to me. This isn’t just about sex.”


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