Wicked Read Online Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Angst, Biker, Dark, Mafia, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
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She hits ignore. “You should use the other room.” Turning, she points to the door that’s closed. “It has everything in there for you.”

“Yeah, I will, when Pop is settled.” Her skin is tanned, the kind that glows any time of the day, but right now, her cheeks have a soft peach color to them. She has the eyes of a siren, with dark lashes that fan out thickly, and lips that most girls drop thousands to obtain.

“She okay?” Ruby asks, and I force myself to not drag my hungry eyes over her body. Tight black sports bra and tiny little gym shorts. Fuck, I’m not going to last.

“Hungover, but she’ll be fine.”

Her phone starts ringing again, and before I can stop myself, I snatch the fucking thing out of the palm of her hand, tossing it into the empty room behind her.

“Wicked!” She turns to snap at me, but I back her up against the wall with my hand covering her mouth. I lean down to the side of her neck, just enough so that the top of my nose glides over the flesh of her throat. Bumps rise to the surface when I inhale.

Her chest rises and falls as she takes deep breaths. “What are you doing?” The softness of her whisper raises the hairs on the back of my neck.

I had every intention of sticking to my word. Of staying away from her. But any time she’s around, my dick is hard and my patience is thin. “Whatever the fuck I want.” I bring my knee between her legs, pressing it against her.

Her shoulders pull back, her fingers trailing to the back of my neck, pulling me down to her face. She brushes her lips over mine. “Then fucking kiss me.”

I smirk against her lips, placing a gentle kiss on hers before wrapping my fingers around the hair that’s fallen down the nape of her neck. Her tongue slips into my mouth and I have to fight with myself to go slow. Easy. Fucking other girls has always been just that—fucking. They were all experienced and well aware of what they were getting themselves into with me, but Ruby is different. I already feel it the way she releases soft little moans into my mouth.

I grab her from the backs of her thighs, lifting her up the wall while never releasing her mouth. Her lips move with mine, taking every bit that I give her. Finally, I pull myself away from her, resting one hand against the wall beside her head while leaving the other beneath her ass to hold her up.

She tightens her legs around my waist, her little mouth slightly parted as she takes in panted breaths. “I—shit.”

I smirk down at her, rubbing the edge of my thumb over the curve of her ass. “Cold feet, princess?” I bend down to catch her earlobe between my teeth. “Bit off more than you can chew?”

Her little body twists in my grip, and I slowly lower her to the floor, thinking she knows she’s made a mistake. Instead, she raises her sports bra over her head, dropping it to the floor while tiptoeing into the room she just said was mine.

“You coming in?” Turning, she shows me her perfect tits shake as she moves. Her cheeks spread a cute shade of pink as she backs up until the backs of her thighs collide with the end of the bed.

I have two options here. I could ignore the little mafia princess and not wake up every morning fearing that her psycho daddy has figured out what I’ve done to his precious little principessa, or I could stop complaining like a bitch—I kick the door closed, grinning at her.

“Take off your pants. And make it look fucking cute.”

She sucks her finger into her mouth before dipping it between her thighs, spreading her panties to the side and sinking her finger inside her. “Like this?”

“Sluttier.” My knees hit the end of the bed and I wrap my fingers around her chin, forcing her face up to mine. Her eyes lower to my zipper, her little hand coming to the swell, rubbing it in circles. Heat rushes to my balls when she slowly pulls the zipper down and yanks the rest down until I’m standing in only my briefs.

I massage her head. “Why’d I think you were a virgin?”

She bats her lashes up at me, running a single finger down the base of my cotton-covered cock. “I still might be.” Sliding the band of my boxers over the tip of my cock, she licks her lower lip. Excitement touches her cheeks and I have to calm myself down. She’s way too innocent for this shit, she’s just playing games—or maybe she isn’t and that little act she has on for everyone is just for her papa.


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