Wicked (The Ruined Trilogy #3) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Ruined Trilogy Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
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"Fuck," he groans, rocking his hips in slow circles so the head of it slips in and out of my mouth. "This perfect mouth is going to send me straight to hell, Genesis."

Possibly. But if we burn for our games, at least we'll burn together.

He forces my mouth open wider, slipping more of his cock past my lips. I fight to stay still, to pretend I'm asleep. It's what turns us both on. It's what makes us both wild.

His free hand runs down my body, slipping between my legs.

"Wet," he growls. "Even asleep, you fucking beg for it, tesoro. Even asleep, you ache for it."

He touches his thumb to my clit, toying with me, seeing how far he can take me before I forget the game. Before I lose the ability to pretend. It rarely takes long. He's too damn good with those magic fingers.

"I should come down your perfect throat and let you wake up choking on my seed. That's what you really want, isn't it? For me to take this little game all the way. For me to make it a reality."

Yes. God, yes. I don't want to pretend. I want to wake up choking on his cock. I want to wake up with him buried inside me. Or not wake up at all until he's finished and I'm a sticky mess.

After everything with Alexander, I think he's afraid to take it that far, though. It's important to him that I know that I control what happens between us, that I have the power. I think he worries that making this a reality instead of a game would shift the power balance a little too far in his direction. He'd rather cut his own heart out than cause me pain.

But I'm not afraid of him. He's nothing like the man who used to torment my nightmares. This man is my soul. I live and breathe for him, and I know he lives and breathes for me too. I trust him completely.

"Maybe I will," he whispers. "Maybe I'll wait until you go to fall asleep tonight, and I'll take exactly what I want, tesoro." He grinds his thumb against my clit. "If I aim right, you won't even know I did it until you're finding out you're pregnant with my kid in a few weeks."

His wicked words unravel me. I moan around him, unable to keep up the pretense when he's telling me exactly what I want to hear as if he plucked the words from my head. How does he know? How does he always know?

I turn my head, wrapping my fist around his length to pull him deeper into my mouth. He growls and leans down over me, practically doing a freaking plank over me so he can get his mouth on my pussy.

And then it's a race to see who can get there first. I already know I won't win. He never lets me make him come first. But I try like hell anyway. I take him deep, swallowing around his length when he hits the back of my throat.

He slides right in, snarling curses against my clit.

I bob on his cock, fondling his balls.

This is heaven. And I've had six years of it.

I want sixty more. Seventy.

No. I want all of them.

He drags me over the edge with his lips around my clit and his fingers in my ass. I take him with me, his cock down my throat, choking on his seed.

"Goddamn, tesoro," he growls, dragging me into his arms when we're both satisfied. "Your fucking games are going to kill me."

"Liar," I whisper. "You live for them."

"No." His lips brush my forehead. "I live for you, piccola fiamma. The games are just a bonus."

I smile, my heart melting and then I snuggle up against him. "Did you mean it?"

He doesn't ask what I mean. He knows.

"Go to sleep," he whispers into the dark. "And find out."

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