Monsters We Crave (Maelstrom #1) Read Online Natalie Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Maelstrom Series by Natalie Bennett
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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From my peripheral, I watched Aidoneus move away and sit his glass down, reflexively tightening my grip on mine. He returned to my side, and though I did my best to appear oblivious, I could feel the warmth emanating from him.

"I've never been one for patience." His voice dripped with dark intent. "But for you, I’m trying." He moved so that he was in front of me, his footfalls silent for such a large man. His proximity had the subtle warmth I had felt intensifying, spreading through me like a soft flame.

Every breath I took was filled with his intoxicating scent, clouding my thoughts and making it difficult to focus on anything else but him. It was so potent I had to catch myself before I reacted. I tried to shake off the feeling, but the pull was undeniable, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was about him that drew me in so completely.

His fingers, gentle yet firm, traced along my jaw, causing me to shiver involuntarily. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, hinting at a more possessive touch. I could barely breathe; every ounce of my awareness fixated on him. I could feel my pupils shift slightly, my vision momentarily sharpening to an almost supernatural clarity. Colors seemed more vivid, and I could see minute details with startling precision. The sudden change scared me, and without meaning to, I looked up at him and said out loud, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Absolutely nothing," he replied, his voice a deep rumble. "You're exactly what I've been waiting for."

I didn’t understand, but all thoughts were forgotten when his eyes seemed to flash, and he pulled me closer. There was a charged moment of stillness before he broke it by pulling me to him. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a mix of his command and my vulnerability. It was hard and demanding, an assertion of dominance, but also an act of possessiveness.

My glass fell from my hand, shattered and abandoned as he held me tighter and moved me to the bed. My dress was removed in much less time than it had taken me to get it on. Once it hit the ground, he ran his fingers down my arms and took both of my hands into his as he stepped back, the new ring on my finger a reminder of what I was to him. I was exposed, but also strangely exhilarated under his piercing gaze.

The lace undergarments still offered a semblance of cover while the heels I wore emphasized the difference in our statures. The bow in my hair seemed out of place, a symbol of innocence amidst the inevitable carnality.

“Look at you,” he murmured quietly. “Every inch of you—this beautiful body belongs to me. I’ll make sure you remember that.”

That wasn't just a statement—it was a decree. I swallowed hard, trying to process his words, the suite, everything. It was all happening so fast. He pulled me close again, his mouth finding the curve of my neck. My entire body warmed at the contact, and I barely suppressed a moan. His lips trailed up my jawline and skimmed across my cheek before meeting with mine once more.

I couldn’t hold back this time. A treacherous, breathy sound escaped me as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently seeking entrance. There was no denying the connection between us, one that seemed both forbidden and inevitable. His hands traveled along the curve of my waist, each touch sending waves of sensation coursing through me. My fingers found their way to his hair, gripping the dark strands. He broke the kiss, trailing a series of soft pecks back down my jawline and onto my collarbone.

The lace of my bra disappeared, joining the dress. As he continued to kiss his way down my body, my stomach dipped. He used his teeth to slide my lacy thong down my legs, his hands making quick work of his shirt.

When he shrugged it off, never stopping what he was doing with his mouth, I caught sight of the sleeve that covered his entire right arm but was too focused on what he was doing to study it. His lips and the tip of his tongue moved over my center, the small triangular patch of hair that had been left on my body, teasing me with the lightest of touches. I breathed in and out, my thighs clenching in response to what he was doing.

Drawing back, he looked at me.

I met his gaze, torn between right and wrong and the whirlwind of feelings he had evoked within me. My vision sharpened, allowing me to see him with an almost otherworldly clarity. He was so gorgeous, every detail of his face etched with perfect precision. Unable to resist, I reached out and him, my fingers trembling.


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