Don’t Make Me (Made Men #3) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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She shivers, and her eyes roll back in her head. Licking her lips, she says in a whiskey voice, “When do I start?”

Summer

Carlo steps back, his lids lowering. “Take off your dress.”

My pussy clenches, and suddenly the orgasm he gave me wasn’t enough. Catching hold of the edges of my skin-tight dress, I shimmy it off, over my head, and toss it on the floor.

Carlo makes a tsking noise. “Not like that, amore.” He points at the dress. “Pick it up.”

I slide off the counter and bend to pick it up.

“With your teeth.”

I freeze. My face heats even as fresh desire blossom in every cell of my body.

Wow. Carlo really is into humiliation. Apparently, I am, too, because the flush of heat pouring through my body makes me feverish. Dropping to my hands and knees, I lower my head and pick up the dress with my teeth.

Carlo bends and slaps my upturned ass. “That’s fucking hot, bambi. I like you at my feet. Way too much.” His smile is feral. Shadows fall on the planes of his face, accentuating the angles, so he looks like he’s been carved of marble. A Roman God.

Every third second, I experience misgivings at letting myself be debased this way, but then I circle back to one fact: this is Carlo. Sexy, debonaire, mysterious, and one hundred percent trustworthy, at least in my experience. I’ve already allowed him to discipline me, and he hasn’t left me hanging in the wind. He proposed I move in with him. Never mind the fact that we’ve never even had a date.

Carlo unbuckles his belt, a sight that leaves me breathless. Doubling it, he swings it, catching my buttocks without any force. It stings, but doesn’t cause real pain. “Crawl for me, angel. Into the bedroom.” He swings the belt again.

It strikes like a kiss—the slap of leather somehow becoming a caress.

I take off, crawling on my hands and knees, my dress still between my teeth.

Carlo follows, whipping me.

My pussy drenches my inner thighs, swollen and tingling. My breasts sway, heavy, nipples aching.

I find the bedroom. A king bed stands in the center, draped in a charcoal print bedspread. All the decor is simple yet expensive.

“Stop. Kneel up.” Carlo positions himself in front of me and unbuttons his pants. The bulge in his elegant suit trousers hasn’t decreased since my punishment.

I lick my lips, dizzy with desire for him. I reach out, then stop, hand in the air, wondering if this game is like Simon Says, where I have to wait for him to tell me what to do.

“You may touch it.”

I lunge for the zipper on his trousers, tearing it open. Pulling his pants down enough to free his length, I grip the base of his shaft and flick my tongue over the head.

The growling noise that comes from Carlo’s throat makes me air-pump my hips.

A drop of pre-cum issues from his slit. I lick it off then swirl my tongue under the rim. His cock swells even bigger, straining toward my mouth. I look up and meet his hooded stare. When he caresses my cheek, I lean into his steady hand.

Holding his eyes, I part my lips and take him all the way into my mouth, tracing his veins with my tongue.

“Summer.” His voice is rough as gravel. “I never thought—”

I pop off to give him my full attention.

He gives an impatient shake of his head and fists his hand in my hair, pulling my head to his cock again. “Never mind. Don’t stop.”

I take him into the pocket of my cheek, taking care with my teeth. I drag my fist up and down the length of his cock in concert with my mouth, milking him.

Carlo growls again and pulls out. “Get on the bed, naughty girl.”

I scramble up, tripping when my stiff foot impedes my eager launch.

Carlo catches my arm and steadies me, pulling me against his chest for a savage kiss. His tongue punishes, sweeping into my mouth, tangling with mine. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, nipping it before letting go.

As I come up for air, the room spins.

Carlo slaps my ass. “On the bed.”

“Yes, sir,” I giggle.

In a flash, he rolls both our bodies, so I lie on my back, and he straddles me. He pins my wrists up by my head. And then he stops. Indecision plays on his face.

“Carlo—” I bring my fingers to the buttons on his shirt, working swiftly to undo them.

He stares down at me, his eyes dark with heat. “Listen to me, cara.”

I draw a breath at the bossy way he speaks to me, my nipples tightening into hard buds. His hardened cock presses against my belly, but when I lift my hips, he ignores my efforts.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I-I think so.”

He shakes his head. “No think so. You’re either all in, or I find some restraint before we take this too far. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let you go. If you stay in my bed tonight, you belong to me.”



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