Because I Want You – Sin & Deceit Read Online Claire Contreras

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Crime, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
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His eyes flared. “Roselyn.”

“What?” I rocked my hips against him, shivering at the feel of him between my folds.

Damn, he felt good. So good. I rubbed myself against him, biting my lip and throwing my head back at the feel of it.

His hands gripped my hips tight as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, so we were face to face. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

“I’m not drunk, Dominic,” I whispered against his lips, though I wouldn’t kiss him. “And even if I was, I would never regret you.”

“Fuck.” He shut his eyes and took a breath, hands tightening again on my hips. When he opened them, I saw lust and agony. “I need your mouth on mine. I need to kiss you.”

I shook my head. “I only kiss my boyfriends.”

“Roselyn.” He groaned as I rocked my hips against him again.

“You don’t have boyfriend privileges anymore, Dom.” I smiled. I was going for triumphant, but it felt sad, broken.

In an attempt to cover it up, I lifted a leg to get off him and focused on sliding his boxers off, pausing for a moment to admire the way he sprung out of them, jutting up, long, hard, and thick.

“Come here.” His voice was a husky low command that made me shiver.

My eyes snapped back to his as he reached for me and pulled me up. I was prepared for him to settle me on top of him so that he could sink into me, but instead, he kept pulling me up until my pussy was on his face. Strong hands gripped my ass as he set his face between my legs. I hissed when he bit the insides of my thighs.

“God, I missed your pussy.”

Those were the last words he said before he started licking me, his grip steadying me when I started moving against his mouth, my body working on its own as it tried to find release. I brought my hands between my legs, to his hair, and tugged on it, eliciting a rumbled sound from his mouth that vibrated onto my clit and through my body. Still grabbing me, eating me, he flipped me so that my back fell onto the mattress with an oomph. His mouth left my pussy for one second, long enough for him to glance up and sear me with a burning gaze before he went right back to his attack, his tongue lashing, his mouth sucking.

“Domin . . . oh fuck.”

He slid a finger inside me, then another, pumping into me as he sucked my clit. “This is mine,” he growled against me. “Mine, Rosie.”

My hips rocked once, twice, and then he did that thing where he hooked a finger inside me at just the right angle and licked my clit in the place I needed it, and a white light exploded in my vision, blinding me as I orgasmed. I felt his mouth as he moved it against my thighs and up my body. His tongue on my nipples made me arch and whimper, but I couldn’t yet open my eyes. When I did, I found him resting his hands on either side of me, looking at me like he was trying to memorize every one of my features. I brought my hands up and ran the tips of my fingers over his clavicle, the ridges of his chest, his abdomen, going over his artwork, the large scarab on his chest, the beautifully painted Mona Lisa skeleton on his side, every single one detailed and as beautiful and faceted as the man himself.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, voice low above me. My eyes snapped to his.

I shook my head, eyes wide. “I said no.”

“You’re going to fuck me, but I can’t kiss you?” His eyes narrowed.

“Yep.” I licked my lips.

He looked at them and groaned deeply, shutting his eyes and taking a breath. When he opened them, he looked determined, and I was certain he’d lean down and kiss me anyway. He could. What was I going to do to stop him? Anyone else would have taken advantage and done it, but not him. He pulled back and flipped me over so that I was on my stomach, reaching under me to set me on my knees. I had one second to adjust before he brought his hand around my throat and impaled me, hard, deep. I screamed, sucked in air as he thrust again, but it was impossible to breathe like this, with his hand around my neck and his dick so deep inside me that I could feel him everywhere.

“Is this how you want me to fuck you?” He took his hand away from my throat and wound my hair around it, pulling as hard as he was fucking me, making tears spring to my eyes, but the pleasure between my legs overrode the pain on my scalp. “You want me to fuck you the way I used to fuck all of the meaningless, faceless women?” I growled with annoyance. He knew that would piss me off. I felt his lips on the side of my neck, licking, biting softly. He unwound his hand from my hair and brought it between my legs. “Is that what you want? You want this to be a one-off, casual fuck?” His fingers moved faster, the pressure building on my already swollen, sensitive clit. I pushed my hips back with a strangled moan.



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