Like It Rough Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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He had a lot of kills under his belt, and he was loyal to the Zaitsev Bratva. After the street war that broke out two years ago, he had learned of the casualties, including civilians. Roman didn’t mourn people. He simply had no feelings about them, but he did work to a code. People who didn’t get in the way were free to live their lives.

Now, the people in the car had lost their lives due to sloppiness.

He had already killed the men who’d attacked without thinking, causing a scene, and costing a lot of money to deal with, through different avenues of the law. The Zaitsev Bratva had legal and illegal businesses. He was one of the men responsible for making money, but keeping problems at bay. Roman knew he was the master of it. Whenever there was a problem within the Bratva, something needing to be cleaned up and dealt with, he was the one to call, in every situation and scenario.

Then a year after the incident, he got a call from a cop on their payroll about a young woman, Chloe Baker. She was attempting to give information to help incarcerate the Zaitsev Bratva. At first, he was intrigued, until he listened to everything she had—recordings, photographs—all of them coming from their own bar, Hugh’s.

Hugh’s wasn’t a bar he frequented. The women who danced there were often desperate for a taste of the good life, and he just didn’t like that level of desperation, unless he was the one doing the torture. He had gone to the bar, intent on finding out who Chloe Baker was. He had his orders to handle the problem, from Zaitsev himself.

The easy option would be to kill her. Only, Chloe had intrigued him from the moment he walked into the bar. First, she had given him a drink without a word. No conversation or even flirting. She didn’t attempt to press her tits together to gain his attention, and she was dressed as most barmen, long black pants and a shirt. Obviously, she wore the female versions that did amazing things for her figure. There was another little detail he liked. Roman loved a woman with curves. He loved big tits, a nice, juicy ass, thick thighs, all of which Chloe possessed.

She never flirted with him. He had to initiate conversation, and again, this was new to him. Over the years, he had gotten used to women throwing themselves at him, practically drooling at the title.

Rather than kill Chloe, he’d decided to enjoy her. It had taken him ten months to get her into his bed, and much to his surprise, she had been a virgin, even though he had a hunch she was. In all his forty years, he’d never had a virgin. Chloe had become a pure addiction to him. One taste hadn’t been enough, so for the last two months, he’d been enjoying her every chance he got.

Marrying her was the only solution. As his wife, she wouldn’t be able to get into too much trouble, at least that was what he told himself. He never planned for her to learn the truth, not so soon anyway.

“You’re sick!”

“Are you telling me your pussy isn’t wet for me right now?” he asked.

In response, she let out a whimper.

Chloe liked it when he talked dirty. He’d never been much of a talker, and when it came to sex, he liked to fuck. With Chloe, he was learning a whole lot more that he enjoyed.

She had been a virgin, his special virgin.

No more. He’d claimed that two months ago. It was the final decision he had to ask her to marry him. Roman hadn’t realized just how much of a virgin she had been. Now he knew. And he fucking loved the fact he was the only man who would ever know how amazing she felt. How tight and hot. He would be the only man to hear those little gasps as he took her by surprise and drove her higher and higher.

As he kissed along the top of her dress, hinting at taking her tits into his mouth, he reached down, pushing the wedding dress out of the way, and stroked her inner thigh. He started at her knee and traced the tip of his fingers up, moving closer toward her pussy. The moment he reached the apex of her thighs, he gripped the lace of her panties and tore them right off her body. The offending item was in the way, and he wanted to touch her, skin to skin.

He pressed his palm to her pussy and slid two fingers between her wet slit. She was soaked with her own arousal. Plunging two fingers deep inside her cunt, he pumped in and out, hearing her moan. She arched up, thrusting her pelvis against him. With two digits inside her, he pressed his thumb to her clit and stroked back and forth. Another moan.



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