Coerced Queen (New York Underworld #3) Read Online Charmaine Pauls

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: New York Underworld Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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“He didn’t,” she says quickly. “He was actually very professional about the setup. A female guard patted Livy and me down in the ladies’ room.”

“He’s a very fucking lucky man.”

She grins. “He’s five million unluckier.”

I’m proud of this woman, but I also admire the hell out of her. “You’re devious, know that?”

“Me?” She bats her eyelashes. “I thought I was your good girl.”

“Fucking dangerous,” I say, fixing my gaze on her luscious lips.

My blood heats with something other than possession, pride, and admiration, something that makes my cock strain in my pants.

She gasps, no doubt feeling the steel-hard rod that grows against her stomach.

I like that her reaction is always so innocent, as if I’m not constantly hard around her and as if my arousal surprises her.

I go into that mode that makes me more predator than man, an animalistic instinct demanding that she submits to me.

Holding up a finger, I give her a warning. “Stay.”

Apprehension washes over her features, but from the way her breathing quickens, there’s also anticipation in the mix.

That’s right, beautiful.

I’m going to take her right here, next to that ridiculously big bouquet of expensive roses, and she’d be wise not to make me hunt her now.

Like the good girl she is, she stays glued to the spot while I backtrack with uneven, difficult steps to the door. I don’t take my eyes off her as I close it. She stares at me with those large, golden pools when I reach behind me and flick the lock in place.

I’m glad she doesn’t say anything. I’m especially glad she doesn’t protest when I walk back to her. Her pulse flutters in her neck, but she looks up at me with a trusting gaze, knowing I’m not going to do anything she won’t like.

I clasp her shoulders between my hands and dive for her mouth. I want to taste those pink lips. I want to swallow her strawberry breaths and steal the oxygen from her lungs.

My hands are everywhere on her all at once. I grope and groan like a depraved man, needing her like never before. I’m rough and greedy, kneading my fingers on her tits, stomach, and ass. Her thighs. Between her legs.

She drags in sharp little breaths, sucking the air from our kiss in that responsive way I like so much. The sounds she utters are fuel on my fire, not that I need more flames. I’m already consumed by an inferno, too far gone to bother with removing her clothes.

Locking my hands around her waist, I spin her around and bend her over the armrest of the sofa. She catches her weight on her arms, planting her hands on the seat.

That’s good.

I work the skirt of her dress over her hips, bunching the fabric around her middle. “You better hold on, treasure.”

She glances over her shoulder at me, her red hair hanging in a glossy waterfall over her face. I unbuckle and unzip. Already as I take out my cock, I push a knee between her legs to spread her open. The white lace thong is sexy but in the way. I rip it off without a second thought, leaving it where it falls. I test her with a finger to check if she’s ready. She’s more than ready. She’s dripping wet for me.

Grabbing the root of my cock, I position it at her slit. She arches back, teasing me by rubbing those plump pussy lips over the crest. It’s all the invitation I need. I plunge deep, splitting her open and impaling her on my aching cock in a single thrust. Her moan spurs me on. I move, covering my length with her slickness. Fuck but she’s tight.

Knowing I’m going to ride her hard this time, I find purchase on her hips. My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I yank her back while punching my hips up and forward at the same time. She utters a yelp as I hit a barrier inside. I take note of how deep I am. I’m buried to the hilt, my balls pressed against her ass. She can take me. She can take everything. So I pull out and give her more, driving my cock into her with sharp slaps of my groin against her ass.

She pushes back with every thrust, taking me at the same maddening pace and riding me just as hard as I’m pummeling her pussy. My cock grows impossibly thick. It’s so hard it’s painful. I swear all the blood dropped from my head to my groin. The pleasure is so blinding I go fucking dizzy. It must be the shortage of blood in the upper part of my body. It feels as if I’m about to fry my brain.

Too close.

Can’t stop.

I pound out that harsh rhythm, jiggling her tits and ass. I revel in that beautiful sight, enjoying how her pussy lips stretch to take me and how hard her tight little hole works to swallow me.


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