Kincaid – Cerberus MC Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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Chapter 9

Emmalyn

I never imagined a super simple thing like a man holding my hand could feel so sensual. I know he grabbed my hand to keep me from messing with my ring, a ring I plan to take off the second I get back to the room. He may have done it to stop me, but that’s not why he’s still holding it, and that’s not why I’m letting him.

I love the way his rough hands feel on mine. His big hand wraps around both of mine in a non-threatening way. I sighed loudly enough for him to look over at me when he began rubbing circles absently on the back of my hand. Tingles. I felt honest to God tingles go up my arms at his touch.

I had to talk down the fear and remind myself that Bobby is no longer part of my life’s equation, especially after Diego vowed to help me and make sure he couldn’t hurt me. Even knowing that didn’t keep Bobby’s voice from whispering whore in my ear when I didn’t pull my hand from his.

My eyes grow incredibly tired, and I know I need to get up and go to the room he’s so graciously provided to me, but I don’t want to pull away from his touch, and the heat his thigh is infusing into my own body. I yawn, and he sinks lower on the couch, leaving his shoulder at the perfect height for my head. His intentions are as obvious as the bat signal flashing across the skies of Gotham City, but that doesn’t stop me from laying my head to the side and gently laying it on his offered shoulder.

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I know it’s too soon to be doing this, but he’s honestly irresistible, and I’m tired of denying myself what I want. I’m free from the abuse and threat of violence.

I moan low in my throat as his lips nip the delicate skin inside of my left thigh. I can feel his hot breath racing across my body but falling just short of where I need the heat to reach. A quick shiver runs up my arms at the anticipation of where his mouth is progressing. Slow nipping and sucking from his talented mouth have me throwing my head back, my moans so loud I hope no one else can hear it.

“Diego,” I pant as his hot tongue licks the skin at the crease of my thigh, almost where I need him but still so very far away. His name on my lips is a plea, and having mercy on me he flicks a stiff tongue across my clit. The sensation is out of the world, better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

My eyes snap open. I’m panting and more aroused than I think I’ve ever been in my life, and I’m completely alone in the huge bed. I roll from my side curl position to lay flat on my back, taking notice of my hard nipples and the sheen of sweat coating my skin.

I was so close to orgasm from my dream I can still feel the edge of the tingle that has started in my deprived core. I haven’t had sex in months. It’s not one of the things Bobby was interested in. Well, not from me at least. I’m thankful it’s not one of the things he used to hurt me with. I’ve done a lot of research on the internet, and I know many women who suffer physical abuse also suffer from sexual abuse at the hands of their mates. I’m one of the lucky ones I guess.

Refusing to let the incredible sensation leave, I quickly slide my hand down my body and past the waistband of the blue jeans I’m in. I fell asleep on Diego in the living room area last night, and he must have carried me to bed. The light coming through the high window lets me know it’s already morning, and I feel like a million bucks from resting so well.

I close my eyes and bite my lip as my fingers skate over my already swollen clit. My hips jolt at the unfamiliar attention and another low moan escapes my lips. I’m drenched and can tell my dream had been going on for some time. I’m coming and choking back a loud gasp by the time my fingers slowly slip inside.

My body is headfirst in an intense orgasm when I sense a stirring to my right. I look over as my core clenches hard around my fingers. My eyes land on Diego who I’d believe is asleep from his closed eyes, if it weren’t for the small smile on his lips.

I whimper loudly and pull my hand from between my legs. He chooses this moment to open his eyes slowly as if he’s just now waking up. If he wants to pretend, so will I. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. If I could fade away into the bed and never see him again, that would be fine with me.



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