Deviant Royal (Duke of Tudor #1) Read Online Amarie Avant

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Duke of Tudor Series by Amarie Avant
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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Aware that he has almost broken me down to the simplest form, the monster returns to his kneeling position, revering my pearl. I don’t have to beg his tongue to move to the left or the right. My clit is his violin.

After I’ve thrashed around like a woman possessed, Victor slides us onto the plush pile carpeting. His body crushes my weaker, smaller one. With his erotic mouth fragrant from my climax, he overcomes me with a tender kiss. My fingers stitch into his hair. He unzips his pants, fisting his cock. Victor’s hands glide around my waist, drawing the curve of my ass upward, and impales me with his length.

Victor’s name becomes a prayer on my lips, floating to heaven.

With his body pressed in intimate contact with mine, Victor further destroys my grasp at self-preservation. Cock pistoning through me, the flood gates open, leaving me panting and gasping. I lie there breathless as he pulls out to unbutton his shirt. Heart pounding between my thighs, I watch as Victor moves over to the couch and sits. He still hasn’t fully undressed. His tie hangs loose. His button-up opens to display his tapered abdomen. He’s still wearing his pants, for goodness’ sake. Although the sight of his cruel cock leaning against his powerful abdomen has gathered my attention.

He pours himself a whiskey and sips it down. “Come.”

Searching for the last reserve of energy in my body, I crawl over, pushing myself up off the floor, and straddle him. He pushes my skirt up farther about my waist, sliding nefarious palms over my rounded hips.

With whiskey-laced breath, Victor’s voice epitomizes a man with experience to a woman who idolizes him. “Listen carefully, Luxury.”

A rough hand cups my cheek. The other clasps his glass for another quick drink. Controlling eyes sear into my soul. “You’ve possessed me. You’ve no bloody fucking idea the power you have, Miss Whitson.”

My spirit lurches. Why is he referring to my last name?

While one hand continues to seize my cheek, the other fists his cock between us.

“You’ve unimaginable power, Luxury. Say you’re mine. Climb that pretty little cunt on my cock. Allow me to serve you for the rest of your natural-born life.”

Lost in the rapture of his statement, I tell myself that he’s offering my wildest dreams. Doubt still lingers. I whisper, “Just sex?”

My question’s left by the wayside as always.

“Say you’re mine. You’ve taken from me, Little One.” The hand continues its sensual stroke of his venerated cock. “You’ve taken my control. I’m a man possessed. Say it!”

Saliva floods my mouth, and the same pool of passion warms my abdomen. I place my hand over his, marveling at the vicious size of his dick.

“Slide your cunt on my cock, Luxury.”

The order’s not without further stipulation. Victor laces his erotic commands with the biggest decision I’ll ever make in my life.

To give myself to Victor.

Not.

Just.

Sex.

An eternally binding covenant—My Mind. My Body. Every bit of me.

“This is insane, Vic,” I gasp. God. This man has taken me to the edge of madness and thrown me into the raging abyss. He sips his drink again, setting it back on the side table, then loops both his hands around my neck, constricting my throat. “You’ll bloody love me choking you while fucking, Luxury.”

Unable to breathe, my heart rockets against his forearms as he claims my oxygen. Once my vision hazes over, Victor rubs the branding of his hand with his thumb.

“Say it.” The authority in his tone tips me over the edge.

Addicted, and with invitation shining in my gaze, I moan, “Vic . . . you own me.”

“Until you die.” After the decree absorbs into my bloodstream, Victor buries his hands into my hair while I align myself over him. I spear myself in an exquisitely painful thrust. My mind goes blank, overthrown by ecstasy.

He called it power.

Said I had control.

No. It’s anguish. I’m desperate to bathe myself in his cum. It’s not long before I catch a rhythm. Passion chases across Victor’s face. Waves of pleasure dance across my body. He thrums my clit between us, tasting me slowly at first then exploring the depths of my mouth as our lust rages. His mouth is like a cool rain quenching lava over parched earth. We can only speed up. His hips pump upward. My thighs gain traction. I pound myself on his cock.

He’s all breathy grunts, thumbing my clit. I work my hips in small circles, then I switch tempo and ride him ragged. Groans crescendo until I fear I’ll die from passion. The first tremors chase up my spine. Unable to catch my breath, my breasts compress against his massive chest. Victor’s menacing thrusts overtake my body.

A hand captures my throat again. Powerless, all I have left is the squeezing of my internal muscles as Victor’s hips erotically pound upward. I let out a piercing scream as havoc brings me to a shattering orgasm.


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