Cruel Saints Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“Matteo will take over the guards from you,” I inform him.

Franco nods, and then I level my gaze on Leo.

Leo lifts his chin, his eyes locking with mine.

“You were willing to die for my wife.” Leo nods, and I know without a doubt he would do it again if her life was in danger. “I need you to take over Tino’s arms and customers.”

The bear of a man begins to look emotional, and it catches me off guard. Then he gets up and fucking hugs the shit out of me.

“Thank you,” he says as he steps away, then he lifts his chin again. “I won’t let you down.”

“I know.”

“You’ll each get forty percent of the sales, and the rest comes to me.”

Without hesitating, they nod their agreements.

“And just like that, the Mafia is one big family again,” Alexei mutters.

I smile, thinking my father would be proud of all I’ve achieved.

We drink to our future success, and with business taken care of, my gaze searches for Elena. I find her talking with Leo’s wife, Maria, and the sight brings me comfort, knowing she’s making a friend.

I nudge my arm against Leo’s and gesture at our women. “They seem to get along.”

Leo smiles. “That’s good.”

Aunt Ursula didn’t want to know anything about coming to the club, so I left Marcello to watch over her at home.

“We’re leaving tonight,” Alexei suddenly says.

I turn to the man who’s become like a brother to me. “You’ll be missed.”

He grins at me. “If I didn’t have another job, I’d stay.”

Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head. “I’d be bankrupt then. You’re fucking expensive.”

We all laugh, and then Alexei lifts his tumbler in a toast. “To living, fucking, and killing.”

We all take a drink, and then I turn my gaze back to where Elena is. Not finding her and Maria at their table, I keep scanning the area until I see them dancing with the exclusive crowd.

I relax as I watch Elena have fun – just being a typical twenty-one-year-old woman enjoying life, and it mesmerizes me.

Her body moves sensually to the music, her ass perfect in the tight jeans she’s wearing. She lifts her arms, a contented smile curving her lips, and I take in the sight of her breasts pushing against the silk top.

“Instead of eye-fucking your wife, go dance with her,” Alexei mutters, drawing a chuckle from me.

I set down my drink and walk toward Elena. Her eyes lock on me, and as I close the distance between us, she draws her bottom lip between her teeth.

Fucking bewitching.

Reaching her, I wrap my left arm around her waist and yank her tightly to me. I begin to move with her, our hips instantly finding the same sensual pace.

We’re only focused on each other as the need to be one builds between us.

Elena’s changed so much from the first time I met her. Where she was skittish and afraid of her own goddamn shadow, she walked into the bowels of hell because she thought I was in danger. It was wrong of her to do it, but I can’t ignore the fact she didn’t cower before my greatest enemy to date, but instead, she faced Eva head-on.

With the training we started three days ago, she’ll be a true Mafia queen soon.

“Are you happy, amore mio?”

She wraps her arms around my neck. “Indescribably happy.” The corner of my mouth lifts, then she says, “But…”

“But?”

Elena pushes up against me, and her teeth tug at my bottom lip. Against my mouth, she says, “I’d be so much happier if your cock was buried deep inside me right now.”

Christ.

This woman.

She pulls back with an alluring smile on her face.

“What my wife wants, my wife gets,” I say, and taking hold of her hand, I pull her off the dance floor. I walk to the office I rarely use, and tugging Elena inside, I shut the door behind us and lock it so we won’t be disturbed.

I switch on the light and then walk to the sofa to take a seat. “Strip for me,” I order.

Elena doesn’t hesitate, and with the music drifting from the dance floor, I watch as she takes hold of her top, slowly pulling it over her head.

Her hips begin to move as she unbuttons her jeans, and once she steps out of the fabric, my wife dances only for me in nothing but black lace.

Fucking perfect.

When Elena’s naked, my eyes feast on every inch of her skin. Unbuckling my belt, I pull the zip of my suit pants down.

“Come show me those moves on my lap,” I say as I push the fabric down, exposing my hard-as-fuck cock to her.

Elena’s lips curve higher, and she closes the distance between us. Taking hold of my shoulders, she climbs on top of me, straddling my lap.

She reaches down between us, and positioning my cock at her entrance, she sinks down until I feel her ass resting against my balls.



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