His Siren – A Steele Riders Family Novella Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
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“Open your eyes. I want you to look at me as I make you come, Roxanne.” No one calls me Roxanne because I hate it, but coming from him, it’s so hot. Every letter rolling off his tongue like he’s savoring my name lustfully burns through me. He dips his head lower, swiping his tongue over the swell of my breast.

“This is a beautiful dress, but you won’t be needing it,” he growls, grabbing the material and tearing it down the middle. “Much better. As sexy as you looked in it, I don’t want anyone else to see you in it.”

“So they should see me naked?” His hand comes down on my panty-covered pussy quickly, sending me closer to the edge. I cry out, rocking my hips upward.

“Don’t ever talk about someone else seeing you naked. You’re mine,” he growls again. How can a man in a suit be so damn wild? He cups my mound and stares at me with a look of pure intent. “Tell me you’re mine, Roxanne.”

“I’m yours,” I cry out as my body pulses for more. We just met, and I’m ready for him to take whatever he wants. Crazy. I’m freaking crazy. Every inch of me screams for him to fuck me until I come, as if I’ve done this a thousand times.

Emiliano’s fingers glide down my sides as they reach the waistband of the ruined material. “These are mine.” He grabs the edge and drags them down, stuffing them into his pocket. It’s okay because I’m about to give him something only he’ll get. Using his broad shoulders, he nestles between my legs with his hands moving up and down my thighs.

The tip of his nose drops, and he breathes in my pussy with a growl. I toss my head back on the soft cushions, creaming a little more from his savagery.

“You smell so fucking good.” The words barely pass his lips when his tongue swipes over my slit, and my body shakes with a new feeling that I magically become addicted to.

“Milo, please. Don’t stop.”

“Never, mi sirena. I hear your call and will gladly let it destroy me.” He returns his mouth to my cunt, licking me and jabbing his tongue into my heat. Suddenly, he pushes a finger inside and I feel full and overly stimulated. My hips pop forward for more, sending his digit further into me.

“Fuck,” I cry out. The pleasure takes me by surprise as I jerk my pelvis and he roughly holds me down.

“Don’t ever take a meal away from a starving man,” he mutters, eating me faster while he shoves another finger inside.

“I think I’m going to come again.” His hand reaches up and squeezes my breast until I’m on the verge of coming. Then, he pulls back enough to free himself. Fuck, he’s so huge. I thought maybe he had extra layers on, making him look massive, but it’s all him. I lick my lips.

“Despues, mi amor. Later.” His muscles taut, one arm presses on the back of the sofa while he leans in with his cock in hand, sliding it up and down my seam. I can see him shaking, holding back as he pushes the tip through my folds. My pussy lets go of another round of wetness like she knows he’s going to destroy my little bits and doesn’t want him to stop.

Emiliano leans down and takes my lips in a deep kiss as he grunts out, “Mine,” slamming into my pussy. I should be in epic pain, but it’s mild. Still, my tears come out and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m happy or from the sting of his possession. Either way, my womb is shouting for him to continue. He freezes, and I hope this isn’t the end.

Chapter 3

Emiliano

Breaking through her innocence is enough to send me over the edge, but her tears are the only thing that stops me. I freeze, hating that I’ve caused her an ounce of pain. Those perfect doe eyes look up at me with fear, and I feel like a total bastard. “I’m so sorry, mi sirena.”

“Maybe I should have said something, but I didn’t want you to stop.” Ah—that’s what she’s afraid of. That’s a needless worry. Nothing in the world but her words could get me out of her pussy until it’s covered in my come.

“Stop? I couldn’t stop even if I tried.” Sweat forms all over my body as I try to remain calm and still for her. Shit. This is everything I could have hoped for. “We were meant for each other.”

“Milo,” she says, her expression hard to read. “Please.” The little plea catches me off guard, and I’m ready to come. The way her fingers thrust into my hair and her legs wrap around my hips drives me wild. Pressing my hands onto the cushions to hold my weight off her, I steadily pull almost completely out before sliding back in, each time going deeper. Claiming her.



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