Don’t Tease Me (Made Men #1) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
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He grins. “I’m not bad in a kitchen. Better on a grill.”

My heart pinches. These glimpses of domesticity cause me pain. God, am I starting to wish for the full deal? For everything? I didn’t go out looking to get married or settle down. Bobby’s just supposed to be a job.

I pull some white roughy fillets out of the freezer and pop them in a bowl of warm water to thaw. “Actually, I have this covered. You could just set the table?”

“Sure thing,” He empties his pockets onto the countertop before taking out placemats and napkins.

The phone on the counter buzzes, and I reach for it automatically, picking it up to check the text message. Only when I read the words What’s the latest with the Feds? do I realize it’s not my phone, and I definitely shouldn’t have looked.

“What are you doing?” The ice in Bobby’s tone turns me cold. He stands in the kitchen doorway, his gaze sharp, expression rigid. Jesus. Does he think I’m spying?

I drop the phone like a hot potato. “Oh God.” I shake my hands as if to remove all traces of his phone from them. “I didn’t— I wasn’t—”

He steps forward, looking every inch the dangerous mobster. His face is dark, but the stunned expression conveys something more—betrayal.

A spike of genuine terror shoots through me. Fuck. He actually thinks I’m an informer, or a rat or whatever they call them.

Bobby

The color drains from Lexi’s face. “I thought it was my phone! It beeped, and I just picked it up to check the message. We have the same phones and the same beeps.”

I blow out my breath. Is she telling the truth? She certainly looks terrified. But a snitch who got caught would be scared.

Her eyes fill with tears. “I’m not a rat or a Fed. I’m not wearing a wire, I swear to you.”

I scrub a hand across my face. Cristo. This shit with the Feds is getting to me. I definitely didn’t get enough sleep last night.

Of course, Lexi’s not a rat. I would’ve known if there was something off about her. I have excellent instincts about people. My muscles loosen.

“Okay. It’s okay, baby. I’m sorry I overreacted.” I pull her into my arms. She’s trembling, which makes me feel like a stronzo for barking at her. I cup the back of her head to angle her face to mine and give her a hard kiss. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She lets out a relieved laugh. “You scared the crap out of me.”

I kiss her forehead, her temple.

Because I’m a sick fuck, her trembling relief makes my dick thicken in my trousers. I pick up her wrists, turning her slowly to face the counter. Pressing her hands down on the granite, I pull up her skirt and lower her panties. “But snooping isn’t allowed, Lexi.” I reach for a wooden spoon.

She whimpers but pushes her ass out, offering it to me.

I pepper her backside lightly with spanks, and she holds still, gasping, but not squirming. Seeing the bottle of olive oil standing on the counter, I reach for it, pouring a little in my palm. I rub it over her cheeks, then slap, enjoying the stingy-ness the oil helps to impart. I dip my finger in the oil and slide it between her cheeks, circling her anus.

“I think you deserve a little back door punishment.” I press my finger in.

“Oh God,” she moans.

“That’s right, bambina. This is what happens to this beautiful ass of yours when you’ve been bad.” I plunge my finger into the knuckle, then withdraw it and repeat the action.

“Ohhh...”

With my free hand, I spank the back of her thigh. “Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” I spank her again. My thumb swipes between her legs, and I find her dripping wet.

“You’re the boss.” She looks over her shoulder at me with heat in her azure gaze.

“That’s right, pretty girl.” I ease my finger out and take her elbow to pull her toward the living room. I lead her to the bolstered arm of the sofa. “Bend over, bambi.”

She folds her torso down, so her bare ass is raised and exposed.

“Do not move from this position.” I go to the kitchen to retrieve the olive oil, which I liberally use on her anus and my shaft, while she shivers in anticipation. I rub the head of my cock against her entrance and press. She tightens against the intrusion.

“Open for me, Lex,” I encourage. “Push back like you’re bearing down.”

She obeys immediately, seemingly as eager for this as I am. Or maybe she’s just eager to please. Either way, she’s ready for me.

I ease into her, giving her time to get used to my girth and the unusual invasion. She pants and moans, but remains perfectly still, allowing me to penetrate, centimeter by centimeter. Reaching around the front, I tease her clit, flicking it as I begin to withdraw and press in again.



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