Mistress to a Monster Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
<<<<223240414243445262>84
Advertisement


“I’m a Russo,” she said.

She wasn’t trying to dampen the mood, but he couldn’t forget that. They were enemies.”

He laughed. “No, Milah. You’re mine.”

She screamed as pleasure rushed through her body. His mouth went between her thighs, and she knew what all the books had spoken of was true. This was real pleasure. This was worth fighting for.

Milah couldn’t believe her first time was going to be with her family’s sworn enemy. A man she should despise. A man who was making her ache in all the right places.

His tongue danced across her clit, stroking around and over, consuming her with need. It just didn’t stop. The pleasure was instant, intense, and Milah cried out, begging for more and not wanting it to end.

Damon’s hands went beneath her body, gripping her ass, squeezing the flesh, and tightening his grip. She loved the sharp bite of possession, and with the way he lapped at her pussy, she felt the waves of her orgasm starting to build. Her body no longer felt like her own. She shouldn’t feel this way because of who De Luca was, but there was no holding back. The feel of him was almost too much and at the same time not enough.

“Please,” she said, desperate and begging.

He growled against her flesh. Then he sent her over the edge, and she couldn’t stop his name from falling from her lips as he took her to the stars. She had never felt like this. Not ever.

She didn’t want it to stop, but slowly, even before her orgasm was over, Damon released her. He stepped back, and she watched, a little dazed as he started to undress.

Milah pressed her thighs closed, but he merely tutted. “Keep them open.”

She had no choice.

He was the one in charge. She wanted to continue touching herself to prolong the pleasure his wicked tongue had caused. Excitement filled her as she watched him undress, revealing his heavily inked body.

Even as she hated him, she couldn’t deny the sudden hit of attraction. It wasn’t right or normal, but at that moment, she truly didn’t care.

All of her focus was on this moment. Of feeling Damon.

He wasn’t the man she wanted, but she was determined to enjoy this. Damon hadn’t raped her. He hadn’t used force. There was manipulation, and he’d used her concern for the pups to get what he wanted. She’d already begged.

Damon knelt on the bed, nudging her thighs open with the sheer size of him. He stared down at her, and she looked up at him, waiting.

“This is going to hurt,” he said. “I can’t change that.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I know.”

Her heart raced as his hand moved down. She hadn’t looked at his dick, too afraid to. She waited, staring at him, curious and wondering how painful it would be. Would he be too large for her to handle?

She felt him between her thighs, and just as he tensed up, about to take her, there was a knock at the door.

Milah looked toward the door before glancing back at Damon. No one had ever interrupted them before. Why now?

“Sir, there has been an attack.”

****

Damon made his way into his nightclub, Toxic. Anger filled him after being interrupted as he was about to take care of step two of his plan. Milah had been willing, waiting for his cock. He intended to fuck her raw, to fill her full of his cum and hope she got pregnant.

She’d been so responsive.

He’d never bedded a virgin before, so this was a first for him. James’s interruption had pissed him off, but he needed to be notified of any attack. Especially one that had also taken civilian casualties.

His men within the law enforcement had brought him up to speed on the details. Three of his nightclubs had been attacked. Toxic, he was currently in, as well as two others, Wicked and Burn. Raoul waited for him.

Milah followed close behind him. He’d been tempted to leave her back at the house, but with a traitor in his midst, he wanted her close. Russo wasn’t going to get a chance to get near his daughter. Not on his watch.

“Where is it?” Damon asked.

Raoul looked toward Milah. She stood with James by her side as she looked around the office. He liked large spaces. It was one of the many reasons his nightclubs thrived. People loved the space, the freedom to go crazy.

“Would you like her removed?” Raoul asked.

“She is mine. Show me the footage.” He snapped his fingers, bored with having to ask a second time.

Raoul placed the laptop he’d been carrying under his arm. The cops were not aware of the tight security he kept. They were only privy to the most basic of cameras he let them know about. De Luca wasn’t a fool. The best way to stay in control was to be one step ahead of the game, and that was making sure his enemies didn’t have a place to run.



<<<<223240414243445262>84

Advertisement