Taken Read Online the DON – Bad Men Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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“Whatever I need?” I repeat back to him.

“You’ll need clothes, too. When it’s safe enough to leave here and go back to my place, I’ll send a team to get all your stuff from your apartment,” he says casually, as if it’s no big deal.

I blink at him as he pulls a silver card out of his wallet and slides it across the countertop to me. He slips out of the kitchen, returning seconds later with a laptop.

“It’s locked up tighter than a maximum security prison,” he says with a laugh, gesturing to the device. “Order whatever you need with that and use the name on that card for delivery.”

I can’t help but challenge him. I look him in the eyes, listing off a huge list of supplies I need, expecting him to balk and give me a budget or tell me to calm down. Instead, he just raises a brow and looks entirely unfazed.

He taps the card on the counter with a tattooed finger before leaning across so my next breath is filled with the delicious scent of his cologne.

“Go wild, Blondie,” he murmurs darkly.

Game on, I think as he stands, telling me he needs to go make a “work” call and winking before he leaves.

I bring up multiple websites, grinning as the carts fill up.

An hour or so later, Kellan appears behind me, his breath warm on my neck as he leans down to look at the screen over my shoulder. I glance back at him, making sure he sees the five-figure price tag on my basket as I hit the check-out button. The payment processes for no more than a few seconds before a message pops up promising to have the delivery here within two days since I paid for expedited shipping.

Kellan groans, leaning closer so his lips brush my neck. I shudder, unable to stop the goosebumps that prickle over my skin, my whole body hyper-aware of his closeness.

“Fuck, Blondie, it turns me on seeing you spend my money,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.

My breath hitches. Is he serious? He can’t be serious, right? Except when I risk flicking my gaze to him, there’s a dark desire in his eyes that I can’t explain away.

When was the last time someone looked at me like this? When was the last time someone took care of me like this? There’s a warm, fluttery feeling in my belly as Kellan stares me down, making me forget how to breathe.

The fiercely independent, driven part of me balks slightly at the bigger, louder part of me that’s screaming about how good it feels to be taken care of for once. I reason with myself that I can absolutely be spoiled rotten and independent as hell at the same time.

Kellan makes me feel like I deserve to be taken care of, and I want more of that. I want more of him.

“What’s that look on your face for?” Kellan asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I blink, realizing I’ve been staring at him this whole time.

“It just…” I trail off, not knowing how to describe it, before deciding to blurt out my thoughts. “It feels nice to be taken care of the way you’ve been taking care of me the last few days. The shopping spree, but also the meals and the comfy ass bed⁠—”

Fast as lightning, Kellan grabs the bar stool I’m perching on and drags it away from the counter. I squeal as his arms wrap around my waist, lifting me clean off my feet into the air. Automatically, I cling to him, thighs around his hips and fingers clinging to his shoulders.

“I can make you feel even better than that, Blondie,” he groans in my ear, and I shiver from head to toe in his arms.

He walks us a few steps over to the sofa, cradling me as he lowers me down, kneeling over my body.

I don’t hesitate to kiss him. It’s a need—something I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to. He kisses me back fervently before his lips travel down my throat to my shoulder. Kellan’s hands slide under my t-shirt, pushing the fabric up to expose my stomach and chest. My breaths come in short pants as he kisses down my breasts, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, then down my stomach, leaving fiery warmth in his wake.

When his tongue traces under the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants, I can’t help the whimper that leaves my mouth. I’ve never felt a raw need like this. It’s as though if he doesn’t touch me now, I’ll sob.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait.

“God, I can’t wait to taste you,” Kellan groans as he drags my sweatpants and underwear down, discarding the clothes on the floor. Immediately, I part my thighs, giving him access to all of me to do whatever the hell he wants with me. I’m his—every part of me.


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