Broken Reign -Enemies-To-Lovers Romance Read Online Ava Harrison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
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Hard. Fast. I give her exactly what she needs and wants. My pace is brutal. The slapping of our bodies is primal. I feel desperate, as if I waited my whole fucking life for this. It’s as if I’m lost. I’m the goddamn paper airplane, flying, and she’s the fucking sky.

That’s when it happens, the telltale clenching of her inner walls, and sensation takes root inside me. I try to hold back and wait for her to find release.

“Let it go, baby. Come on my cock.”

And when she does, I let go at the same time.

“So good,” I rasp.

I lose myself completely, finishing inside her. We both lie back, breathing heavily as we catch our breaths, fully satisfied, and sated. Together, entwined in each other’s arms, neither of us moves.

“Next time.” I bite on her earlobe. “You’re going to ride me bare until I become a part of your fucking DNA.”

We just enjoy the moment, basking in it a little longer. But it doesn’t last long before there is a knock on the door. I jump out of bed and stand, pull on my pants, and crack it open. Gideon is standing on the other side.

“Not a good time.” I groan, doing my best job not to kill him right now for ruining the moment.

“Sorry,” he responds. “When you didn’t answer . . .” he trails off. I shake my head at him, leveling him with a stare. One that says leave, but since he’s already here, I have one question.

“Update? All good?”

“Building is down.”

“Good.”

With that done and settled, I close the door and head back to bed, where Skye is waiting for me.

“Everything okay?” she asks as she rolls over to look at me.

“Yes,” I say, my voice soothing, not wanting to bring that shit into the bed. “Yes, it’s all good.” I kiss her, then lie down next to her.

I look at her and see the sadness creep into her eyes. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

“Of course, I do,” I say, sitting on the bed and reaching out to touch her face. “But I don’t want to talk about that now.”

“And what do you want to talk about?” she asks.

I grin, drawing her closer. “How I’ll never get my fill of you.”

“Is that so?” she asks, her voice rising playfully.

“It is.” I move until my face is nestled in her neck, making her giggle.

I stay pressed against her soft skin, allowing myself to breathe her in. We lie there for a few minutes before I feel her stir.

“What are we going to do?” she finally asks, running her hand through my hair. I pull back and look into her eyes. Her gaze penetrates me. So many unspoken words. So many questions.

“What do you want to do?” I ask her.

“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” I lean in and place my lips on hers.

“And for that, I am thankful. But for now, I want you to trust me.”

“Okay. I can do that . . . for now.”

“Good.” I nod. “Okay. Enough talk. Time to rest.”

I lean back onto the pillow and open my arm for her to get closer. She snuggles into my chest as my arm drops around her small shoulders to hold her.

On my back, staring at the ceiling, I focus on her breathing, listening to the moment she falls asleep. When it levels out, I allow my own breath to calm, letting me drift off as well.

41

Skye

I stretch my arms over my head and let out a long, drawn-out yawn. For a moment, I forget where I am, blinking my lids to remember.

Then, with a jolt, it all comes back to me.

The car. The fighting. The bomb. The rushing to get to the safehouse.

I still can’t wrap my brain around everything.

It’s been crazy. Surreal. I always knew that something didn’t make sense with my father’s story, and now I know why.

He wasn’t dead.

Tobias, the boy, wasn’t dead.

But despite the revelation, my brain and my heart are having a hard time grasping it.

I’ve spent years mourning him. And now one night of loving him has changed me. But how long will it take for me to feel safe and grounded again?

I roll over to see that Tobias is still sleeping next to me. He has a peaceful look on his face and I just want to keep this momentary calm, regardless of the mountain of unknowns awaiting us.

We still need to figure everything out and talk about what happened. Talk about Felix, talk about what Dad could know, and where we go from here. There has to be a we now. I cannot go back to a time without him again. No one has found us yet, but our time is running out.

“Morning.” Tobias stretches his arms above his head. The blanket lowers with the movement, giving me a view of the V of his abs.


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