Little Bird – The Underworld Kings Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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“Oh my God. You didn’t just do that.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but the way he grinned and winked was like a vise on my muscles.

“So sweet, detka.

“Ask me.” His voice was a demand, a dominating whisper of fingers along my flesh. Fingers held on to me tightly, bruising me, showing me he was the artist and I was the canvas.

“I can’t.” I breathed those dual words, too embarrassed to say what he wanted even if it was on the tip of my tongue.

I may have thought about them as I touched myself and envisioned Dmitry touching me, but I’d never uttered such words in my life. Actually saying them, especially in front of Dmitry… I couldn’t do it.

Could I?

I turned my head, humiliated at how sheltered, innocent, and naive I was.

I felt a firm grip on my chin, and then Dmitry was turning my head, our faces only an inch apart. His nostrils flared, and he had this angry look covering his face.

“You don’t hide from me. You don’t feel shame with me. Understand, kotenok?”

It only took me three heartbeats before I nodded and licked my lips. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and he groaned. I felt so high I was touching the sky.

“I want you to lick my pussy.” I closed my eyes, my face on fire. And although I was so embarrassed by saying the obscene word—feeling almost childish because I was a twenty-year-old woman who felt shy about it—intensity and heat still settled right between my legs. I was throbbing and pulsing, as if a second heart beat wildly between my thighs.

“Khoroshaya devochka.” Good girl. He sank to his haunches, my skirt still gripped tightly to my waist. Without teasing and tormenting me any longer, he ran a finger down the center of my pussy, slipped his finger under the edge of my panties, pulled them aside, and dragged his tongue from my hole to my clit.

He rumbled out a pleased noise and opened his mouth fully, suctioning it completely over my pussy as he drew on my flesh hard enough a loud moan spilled from me.

“Ya ub'yu lyubogo muzhchinu, kotoryy k tebe prikosnetsya. Ya yedinstvenny dlya tebya, detka. Vsegda.” I’ll kill any man who touches you. I’m the only one for you, baby. Ever.

The way he spoke those harsh, almost aggressive Russian words against me, had me hurtling toward an orgasm. I was there. So close. Right at the edge.

He lifted my leg until the knee was bent, my thigh pushed outward. On instinct I pressed it to the wall and kept it there so I was nice and open for his devouring mouth.

As if Dmitry knew what I needed, he teased my opening with a thick digit before sliding it in, making me take the entire finger at the same time he sucked on my clit so hard I saw stars.

It was too much. I was too sensitive. I tried pushing him back, but he growled and nipped at my flesh and renewed his efforts until I submitted.

“Look at you,” he purred against my soaked flesh. “So loud the Sisters are gonna hear and be fucking scandalized.” He sucked me harder and pulled one of my pussy lips open with a finger on the side. “Let them hear. Let them know I’m fucking you with my mouth and getting you off.”

I bit my lip so hard the slight wound from earlier bled again.

“Suck,” he demanded and thrust two thick fingers inside of my mouth. I tasted myself on those digits and drew them in, dragging my tongue over them until I finally exploded for Dmitry.

I was vaguely aware of him groaning and cursing in Russian, and it drove my climax even higher.

When I was spent and felt unsteady, he gently lowered my leg back to the ground and stood. I was enveloped in his arms and rested my forehead in the center of his chest as I felt him stroking my hair.

His heart raced.

He cupped me between the legs, and I rose on my toes, my lips parting as a breath of air slid out of me.

“Tell me who owns this.” His tone was hard, demanding. He almost seemed… angry.

l gripped his shirt, my eyes closed, my breathing erratic as I slowly came down from my high.

“Fucking tell me who owns this pussy.”

“You,” I breathed out, that lone word leaving me before I even knew I was saying it.

He slid his hands to my ass and squeezed the globes. A soft moan left me.

“And this?”

“You,” I said instantly. He hummed in satisfaction.

Dmitry slid his hand up my back, over my shoulder, and gripped my chin. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine as he breathed out, “And this mouth? Who does it belong to?”

I shuddered against him. He smelled like me, and I found that highly arousing.



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