Blood and Roses Read Online Lylah James (Tainted Hearts #3.5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: Tainted Hearts Series by Lylah James
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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I sobbed.

One of his hands came up to my neck, and there he was…my throat in his grip. “Trust me,” he said in a guttural voice. I do.

His fingers tightened, and my eyes widened. Panic welled inside of me until I remembered his words.

Trust me.

My hand went to his face, and I caressed his cheek. Tears flowed down my cheeks, and he blocked my air. A breath. A gasp. And then breathless.

The room became hazy around me as I slipped beyond the pain and soreness of my body. Pleasure mixed with pain. Pain mixed with pleasure. There was no way to find the difference between the two. Where one ended, the other started. It repeated over and over again. A soft sigh escaped my lips, and I surrendered.

When I dove over the edge of unconsciousness, he let me go and pulled out of my ass before ramming into my pussy. I came back, gulping a long, heaving breath, and my mouth opened in a silent cry as I accepted his cock into me.

His lips desperately found mine, and we kissed. And kissed.

Finally, I came, something erupting inside from within me. A wall that had been built. It came down as I found my release.

Lyov came too, filling me. His thrust became jerky, and he throbbed inside of me.

Our repeated gasps. My moans. His deep groans. With each thrust, his grunts vibrated into my neck. His sharp sweet bite into my skin. His lips leaving wet kisses. The grinding of our bodies together in a perfect rhythm was a beautiful song. The way we fit together, skin to skin, his hardness into my softness, it felt like we had been made for each other.

He wasn’t making love to me.

He wasn’t fucking me.

He was owning me.

And it was perfection for us.

***

Lyov

I didn’t stop thrusting inside her cunt, not even after we both found our release. I filled her up, and she milked me. We were wet and made a fucking mess between us. And fuck me, I wanted more of it.

It wasn’t just a desire to fuck my Queen. No. It was a ravenous hunger, to devour every inch of her beautiful body until she was a sobbing limp mess on the floor.

And then I would fix her. Put all the broken pieces back together and start all over again.

She needed this, just as much as I needed it. I’d found my match.

I gazed into her hazy blue eyes. Tears were running down her red cheeks, and she was fucking smiling dreamily at me.

Beautiful. There couldn’t be a more beautiful sight than this.

Maria’s body slid down from the piano, and I pulled her to the floor with me when my legs couldn’t hold us anymore. We both sunk to the ground. She laid on her back and spread her legs for me. I settled on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I thrust back into her, lazily and sweetly. Just because. I never wanted to leave her warmth. Our lips made love as I stayed rooted deep within her.

“I love you, Master.”

A small hoarse whisper. I opened my eyes and found her staring up at me, a look of love and wonder on her face. For a brief second, I thought I misheard.

But she mouthed it again.

Then I thought maybe she was caught up in the moment. I had brought her into a place where her mind was neither here nor there. But then she smiled shyly and looked at me with the brightest blue eyes…the happiest eyes.

My chest ached, and I buried my face into her neck. Fuck.

I wanted to stop myself, but I couldn’t. The words slipped past my lips before I could pull them back. I couldn’t hide anymore.

“I love you too, Angel.”

Her arms tightened around me, and I held her, silently promising to never let her go.

You and me, Angel. We will never end. We are forever.

Chapter 18

Maria

7 months later

His palm caressed my round bump. His fingers were tracing patterns over the firmness of my skin. I loved it when he did that. It soothed me, just like I knew it soothed our baby. Some days it felt like Lyov couldn’t stop touching me and my baby bump.

Even though the pregnancy was unexpected and a surprise, it was not unwelcomed. In fact, I remembered Lyov puffing his chest out proudly when I announced it.

Now that I was carrying his child, he was beating his chest every now and then like a caveman. What a possessive beast he was. Lyov loved the fact that the world could tell I was his now. Only his.

His ring on my finger. His last name was mine. His child in my belly. And my heart in his hands. Our souls were entwined in a way that nothing could separate us.


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