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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Not going to last.

I slip a hand around her stomach and between her legs, rolling her clit between my fingers. When her belly contracts beneath my arm and her inner muscles strangle the life out of my cock, I pinch. Hard.

She shouts my name as she comes, triggering my own release. It’s heaven and hell and fucking oblivion and torture at the same time. Painfully good. I come and come. The tormenting pleasure continues as ribbon after ribbon of cum spurts from my cock until I’ve filled up her pussy. I come until my seed leaks from the place where we’re connected, and then I come some more.

I’m wasted when it’s over. I don’t know how long I pinned her beneath me with my fingers digging into her hip and into the petal-like folds of her pussy that are stretched to the limit around my girth. All I know is that I’m still holding her down and pivoting my hips with sporadic punches, getting off inside her even when I’m dry.

Her biceps shake. Her arms finally collapse under her weight, her body folding double over the armrest. And fuck me. I’m hard again. Still. The need pushes up, building at the base of my spine, and I’m spent but unsatiated, ready for round two.

She’s slick enough with our combined release to pick up where I left off. Spread out in front of me, she’s a temptation I can’t resist. I suck my thumb into my mouth, coating it with my saliva, and bridge her dark hole while fucking her pussy in all earnest again.

She arches her back, uttering a sound of surprise, but it’s the good kind. So I stretch her more and take her harder. Make her fuller.

Her teeth chatter from the force of my thrusts. My control is broken. Snapped. I want more. So much more. I need more. I can’t stop, not before we both come again. Not before I take us to a new pinnacle of pleasure.

This time, it’s agonizing. Coming dry is painful. My cock is pumped raw. But I shove deep, letting her pussy milk me while I fuck her ass with my hand. Two fingers. Three. Unable to stop. To breathe.

When her overworked muscles clench around me, I bring the palm of my free hand down on her left globe, leaving a red glow on her pearly skin. Her lower body locks in place, her pretty ass and pussy sucking my cock and my fingers deeper. I spank her the way she likes, giving her just enough sting to heat but not to hurt. Stuffed full in her ass and her pussy, she comes so hard every muscle in her body goes taut.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” I croon. “You did it, baby. You made me come so fucking hard twice over.”

Pulling my fingers free, I cover her back with my chest and kiss her neck. I don’t feel my body. Not even my knee is bothering me. The only part of me that has feeling is the part that’s inside her, the place where we’re joined.

I’ve been rough. Too rough.

I pull out with a groan. Even though her pussy is like velvet, sliding my cock from that tight fist hurts. I think I took my skin off. Broke myself in two inside her.

And still, it’s not enough.

Never enough.

Wrapping my arms around her, I open my mouth to let the first incoherent thing that enters my mind tumble out, and I nearly bite off my tongue when my brain registers almost too late what I was about to say.

I love you. I love you so hard it fucking hurts.

I stumble back, leaving her cold and making her whimper. She’s bent over the armrest with my cum dripping down her thighs, a stunning picture of ruined innocence and defiled beauty. She needs me to take care of her, to clean her up and help her to her feet. Instead, I shove my cock back into my pants. I don’t look at her as I zip up. I don’t linger to examine what this means. My brain must be malfunctioning from all the pleasure.

That’s it.

That’s all it can be.

That’s what I tell myself when I leave her there in a mess and flee.

Chapter

Thirty

Anya

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The next morning, I’m still sore inside from our rough sex. On top of that, my period starts for the first time after my pregnancy. I flinch at the cramps in my belly and the deeper ache in my womb when I get ready for work.

I woke up alone. Saverio must be having his physio session already. Why he needs to do it so early beats me. I guess old habits are hard to break. Maybe he misses his morning jogs and workouts. I don’t know what came over him that made him leave in such a rush after fucking me in the lounge yesterday. That’s not how he is. Normally, he takes care of me first. Livy and I had dinner alone while Saverio locked himself in his study, and when he finally came to bed, I was already asleep.


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