Vik (Shot Callers #2) Read Online Belle Aurora

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Shot Callers Series by Belle Aurora
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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 151304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
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The thought of pleasing him was all I needed to push me closer to the edge.

My core clenched, constricting almost painfully as my fingers worked my clit faster and faster.

“Fuck,” Sasha groaned. “Tighter than a vice.”

My skin felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending exposed. And with every thrust, he drove me higher and higher to the point of release.

“So close,” I panted out.

He fucked me harder, faster, and my breathing turned heavy. It felt as though ants were crawling up my spine. Warmth pulsed from the center of me outward, and when my vision blurred, I lifted my head and whined quietly.

The sounds, the sensations, the scent of his cologne, it drove me to a high never before reached.

My release came hard and fast. I cried out as it hit me. My knees turned weak. Pulsing uncontrollably around his heavy cock, I gripped the front of shirt to stop myself from falling and moaned through the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Sasha shot out a victorious laugh, but it didn’t make me feel good. In fact, it sounded mocking. “Good girl. That’s it,” he ground out as he plunged in and out of my dripping pussy. “Milk my cock. Take me there.”

My emotions ran wild, but I refused to show him just how badly I was affected.

His face screwed up as I continuously throbbed around him, and when his hips lurched fitfully, I knew he was close. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, pressed the tip of his nose to mine, and demanded, “Tell me who’s fucking you, Ani.”

“You are,” I replied breathily.

But that wasn’t the response he wanted.

“Who?” He spoke slowly, enunciating each word with a harsh thrust as he grated, “Who is fucking you, Anika?” With eyes that shot raw fury, his voice rose a notch. “Say my name.”

My heart raced, but I gave him what he wanted.

Voice soft, I took what might be my only chance to kiss him, leaning in and breathing his name against his lips. “Sasha.”

His lips curled against my soft, inviting mouth, and his eyes narrowed a moment before that angry mouth slammed against mine as violently as he fucked. I gasped, and he took my momentary pause to slide his tongue against my own, sucking it desperately, and he drove into me like a madman.

Lost in the feel of his lips, I had no time to prepare. He stilled a moment before he growled into my mouth. My eyes snapped open at the shock of him pushing hard, pressing himself deeper inside me than I’d ever felt, and when his harsh stare locked on me, it held me captive as I felt his cock jerk erratically.

I felt the connection. Saw the second he softened. But he refused to let me have that moment.

Sasha turned his head to the side, hiding his face, hiding what I knew I witnessed. He pulled out of my body, releasing my leg, letting it fall unceremoniously, my heeled foot landing on the floor with a dull clunk. And as the wall held me up, I frowned at his retreating back. Wetness seeped out of me, running down the inside of my thighs while Sasha took some tissue out of the box on his desk, cleaning himself away from my inquisitive eyes.

It only took a moment. He looked down at the tissue and stilled a second before throwing it in the trashcan and tucking himself back into his pants.

Damn. All of that and I hadn’t even seen his cock. How disappointing.

He took more tissue from the box, turned, and held it out to me, his expression unreadable. I took it gently but turned rigid when I heard him say, “You’re bleeding.”

My entire body stilled.

What?

He watched me closely as I tried to clean myself as gracefully as possible. I pulled the tissue away, and…

Oh.

Yes. I saw them too.

Streaks of red.

Would you look at that? I hadn’t even felt it.

When I was done wiping away our combined releases, Sasha held out the trashcan, and I threw the tissue away. He placed it down and stood there a moment, looking as though he wished to say something.

I waited in a state of nerves.

Say something.

Anything.

But ultimately, whatever he wanted to say was cast away. His posture loosened, he inhaled deeply, and he uttered a cool, “Grab your purse. I’ll take you home.”

He escorted me out the back door and into his car.

It was a silent ride home.

Until, stopping at a red light, he didn’t bother to look at me as he asked, “Are you on birth control?”

Now wasn’t the time to discuss why I didn’t need it. I shook my head and murmured, “No.”

He seemed to hesitate, keeping his eyes on the road when he offered an aloof, “Maybe you should start.”

I blinked at him from across the car.

Wait.

Did that mean what I thought it meant?


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