Not So Merry Memories Read Online Meagan Brandy

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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“Let me show you how proud of you I am,” he whispers. “Just for tonight, and you can hate me again tomorrow.”

My body aches, my soul threatening to tear from its hiding place, desperate to reach for its missing link. But to give in to this man?

After all these years?

How can I?

“Please,” he begs, our bodies seeming to sway. “Say yes.” Pulling back to look me in the eyes, hunger and need heavy in his. “Give in for one night.”

“I did that once,” I breathe. “I gave in, and everything around me crumbled.”

“Because the pieces were supposed to be mine from the start, and you know it. You want me. I want you.” His thumb comes up, pressing onto my lower lip. “Please.”

I can’t explain why my lips open for him, desperate for his touch. His taste.

For him.

He presses more firmly, and my chin lowers, the pad of his finger grazing along my teeth, my tongue pressing up, tasting, and then my lips close around him.

His eyes clench closed, forehead wrinkling. “Kitten… I dreamed of your little licks.”

My chest heaves, and I swallow a whimper, need pulsing heavily through my veins.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I get to be the person you need in this world, if only for one night.” His answer is swift, unpracticed, and dare I say… honest.

The air in my lungs turns to dust, choking me, but I focus on the last part of his sentence, to hide the way the first affected me. “What makes you think I’d let you stay, that I wouldn’t use you and spit you out?”

“Do it. Use me.” His grip on me tightens. “Use me until there’s nothing left.”

His eyes darken, and my words leap into my throat before I can stop them.

“One condition.”

Suspicion gleams in his gaze as he waits, preparing to argue should he not like what comes next, but it’s simple, really. Necessary.

“Don’t say anything else like that again.”

He knows what I’m referring to. He doesn’t like it, doesn’t like having the idea of holding back his need for me to need him, his desire to be the object of my desire.

He stares at me for a long moment, almost too long, but then my back hits the wall with a soft thud a second later. “Fine,” he rumbles, making sure I know he’s unhappy with my rule, but it ends with that one word.

His mouth crushes mine, and my sense of self-preservation dies a quick death.

Just like that, I’m at his mercy, his will.

I might just do anything he asked from nothing but the touch of his mouth on mine.

The man my dreams are made of.

The man who ruined my life.

Kissing him is everything I remember, yet it’s light-years different from the first, last, and only time he took my mouth as his.

It’s raw and hungry, desperate and needy. His tongue punishing and angry, demanding entrance as it sweeps, marking everything it touches as his and his alone.

My dress is hiked to my hips, and he yanks my leg up, hooking my ankle around his waist, my tongue fighting with his, but submitting when his lusciously long, hard cock grinds against my clit. My hand sinks into his hair, tugging, and he growls.

“Fuck, yes.” He tears away, dropping to his knees and draping my dress over his head as he perches my heel on his bent knee.

It’s as if my pussy is the holy grail, and this is his one chance to touch it; the man wastes no time, his mouth hot on my center, over my panties.

He bites, and I cry out, my palms planting on the wall at my back, head thrown against it.

Warm fingers meet my inner thigh, slowly caressing the path along the stretch marks there until they’re curling around the silk, tugging them aside.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this.” The heat of his tongue blankets my pussy.

He starts as far back as the position allows him to reach, lapping up and over my clit and pulling it between his teeth for harsh, powerful sucks.

He doesn’t go easy, doesn’t allow any lead-up, but I fight it, and his lips vibrate with a deep rumble.

“Give me what I earned, Kitten.”

The man commands me to the edge and right over it.

I shiver, quake, and then I break, my hands trying to find and grip his head, but he’s covered by my gown.

I push against him, fighting him away, and his dark chuckles waft over my oversensitive clit, making my thighs clench all over again.

“No. One more,” he warns, flying in again and sucking ruthlessly, two fingers slipping inside my pulsing pussy, and I clench around him, my body beginning to sag.

His hands come up to steady me, his grip firm on my hip, holding me to the wall.

“Another,” I gasp.

“There she is,” he speaks against me. “Fucking knew you’d open that pretty mouth for me. Keep telling me what you want, I’ll give it to you, Kitten.”



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