Choke Me Read online Ker Dukey, K. Webster (Kkinky Reads Collection #2)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Kkinky Reads Collection Series by Ker Dukey

Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)

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Choke Me (Kkinky Reads Collection #2)

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Ker Dukey

K. Webster

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From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster, comes a steamy standalone novella from their KKinky Reads collection!
I had a plan. Make Ren Hayes pay. But plans don’t always turn out the way we want them to.
He was found not guilty of murdering my best friend. But that doesn’t make him innocent. In my eyes, he’s guilty.
Guilty of charming everyone around him into believing his innocence. Guilty of being so intoxicating I forget who he is—what he is. And guilty of awakening parts of me I never knew existed before his touch.
I know eventually, I’ll succumb. His allure beckons me. Keeping me on the edge of madness between lust and hate.
In the end, it’s me who’s guilty. Guilty of allowing him to take my breath away.
This is a super steamy romance sure to take your breath away! A perfect combination of sweet and sexy with a smidgen of suspense that you can gobble up in just an hour or two! You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon! This is not a dark romance.
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Kkinky Reads Collection Series by Ker Dukey

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Ker Dukey Books

K. Webster Books


They say blondes have more fun. I always thought that was true. I mean, I’m kind of an expert. Blondes really turn me the fuck on. And the one on her knees, sucking me off like it’s her job, she’s having a lot of fun. In fact, pretty much all blondes I have ever known have always had fun when it comes to me.

Except one.

As the enthusiastic blonde with her tits hanging out of her dress gags on my dick, my eyes track the unhappy blonde. The annoyed blonde. The blonde who wouldn’t know fun if it slapped her in her face with its dick. While I should look away from the scowling blonde to focus on my slobbering blonde, I can’t.

I’ve been looking at her since the day I saw her in the courtroom.

Fuck. It’s been ages. Nearly six months now. I stood on trial in front of a jury while the state attempted to prosecute me for the murder of Kate Rose.

“That thing is dangerous,” the blonde between my legs mutters breathily before licking the silver ball on the underside of my piercing. “I nearly chipped a tooth.”

I drag my eyes from the glaring blonde, who thinks she’s hiding in the shadows, to the one smiling at me. “If my dick was in your throat, Tammy, you wouldn’t have to worry about those pretty teeth.”

Tammy, whom I only met thirty minutes ago, giggles. Her blue eyes are slightly widened as though she’s surprised I remembered her name. I remember everyone’s name. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an artist and repertoire rep. I go to bars and clubs, find the really fucking amazing talent, and I sign them to Harose Records. My older brother Ronan may be the suit who manages the financial end of things, but it’s my careful selection and eye for really fucking awesome musicians that keeps the money in his greedy hands in the first place. As much as Ronan likes to play the big-time record exec role, we both know who keeps Harose in fucking business.

I groan when Tammy starts sucking on me again. While she’s distracted, I seek out her. The fussy blonde. The nosey one. The angry one. As soon as my eyes latch onto her fierce green ones—eyes I only know the color of because I stared at her while on the witness stand—she dips her head down, hiding behind her thick golden locks.

Can’t hide from me, nerdy Natasha. I fucking see you.

She may be a nerd on the outside, but she’s not fooling anyone. Behind her college sweatshirt are full tits that strain against the material. Her jeans are fitted, molding perfectly to her luscious curves. And the thick, black-rimmed glasses? She may need them to see, but they only serve to make her look hotter. Nerds don’t have juicy goddamn lips meant for sucking dick like Natasha does.

As Tammy works my dick over, I can’t help but think of the trial. How Natasha Washington stared at me with every ounce of hate she could muster. It was her best friend and roomie who died. Kate Rose was strangled to death. And I was arrested for that shit because my fingerprints were all over the scarf found wrapped around her pretty neck.

We weren’t fucking dating, but I had to convince a jury otherwise or spend the next ten to twenty-five years behind bars. I’m too pretty for prison.

Kate was into the same kinks I’m into. It’s how we fucking met. She was a gasper, and her death was unfortunate. It will stay with me forever, haunting my choices.

But you can’t go to prison for a little breathplay gone wrong.

My attention is dragged back to Tammy. Poor Tammy. Pushing forty, fighting wrinkles, and desperately looking for a successful man like me to get her off her knees once and for all. I stroke her hair as she takes me deep in her throat, pulling out all her tricks. She’ll find someone one day, but it sure as hell won’t be me. I’m just an asshole who likes his dick sucked.

Natasha’s eyes burn into me and I’m once again hunting her down. She’s walked out from the shadowed corner, her pouty lips pressed into a firm line. I can practically feel her prissy disappointment rippling over to me. If she’d let me, I’d pull that stick out of her ass real quick and replace it with my cock.

Images of her bent over the sofa she stands behind, my fingers digging into her pale hips, has me coming without warning. Tammy—God love her—swallows down my release like a champ. I grunt, slightly thrusting my hips, as I smirk at Natasha.

Lifting a brow at her, I flash her a smug grin that says, “You want to be next?”

Her nostrils flare in disgust.