Owned – Dellucci Mafia Duet Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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The kiss deepens. I slide a hand down to her hip and pull her closer to me while the other hand finds the roots of her hair and winds through it.

She’s still hesitant.

So am I.

I know what this woman does to me, to my self-control.

But fuck it—the hunger to consume her is so much more powerful.

With a deep growl low in my chest, I wrench her all the way into my arms. She resists for a moment before she gives in completely.

And when she does, she melts into me. Her body presses against mine, her soft breasts against my chest, her hair falling over us both like a curtain.

I close my eyes and savor her kiss on my lips.

Then I lean back against the marble parquet flooring. It’s cold against my back, but that’s just more delicious contrast to the woman burning up on top of me.

She sinks with me, never breaking the kiss.

Our hands are scrabbling over each other. So fucking hungry. So fucking needy.

I find the hem of her shirt and rip it over her head. For the briefest of seconds, our lips part, but as soon as the garment is discarded, I smash my lips on hers again, devouring her like I’ll never get the chance again.

She undoes the buttons of my shirt with frantic, trembling fingertips. Her touch is cool against my hot skin.

I roll her around on her back and don’t give her any time to think before I rip both her pants and panties down and toss them aside blindly.

She gasps again as the air hits her bare thighs. I soothe away the surprise of it by trailing soft, heated kisses from the inside of her knee all the way up to where it meets her hip.

She’s as perfect as she was when she left. Every bit as porcelain. Every bit as flawless.

And the taste of her when I finally tongue her center is fucking heaven to me.

“Fuck,” I growl under my breath.

At the same time, she moans the same thing. “Fuck!”

I lap from the bottom of her slit to the top and then loll my tongue over her clit with tiny little flicks. Pressure and release, pressure and release, again and again. And as I do, I knead her thighs and ass with my fingertips. Pulling her closer and closer into me, I make her offer more and more of herself—and whatever she doesn’t offer, I intend to take.

I add a finger to the mix. She tightens around it instantly. Instinctively. Her body obeying its master.

“Oh God,” she mumbles through lips that are barely working anymore. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna—”

Then I add the second finger, and she loses the power of speech entirely.

Her words dissolve into a long, strangled moan that reaches up to the rafters above. The house echoes with it.

It occurs to me for a moment that this hallway is made for this. Fuck making love in the bedroom. I want it to happen in a room as big as Harper’s moans. I want it to happen with the night visible through the huge windows. And I want the whole house to vibrate each and every time I make her come.

The orgasm releases her, and she struggles up on her elbows to look down at where I’m nestled shirtless between her thighs.

She tries to talk. “Marcello, I—”

“Enough.” I plant a finger on her lips. This isn’t the time for words. That’ll come later.

Right now, I plan to fuck her to oblivion, bring her down to earth, then fuck her right back there again.

I tear off the button on my pants, not giving a shit that I ruined them, and I slide out of them with ease. I reach forward to ensnare her neck in one hand and jerk her upright so that we meet in the air with a hot, juicy kiss. My beard is soaked with her, my fingers too, but if she notices or cares, she doesn’t say anything.

She just melts even deeper into me.

With my other hand, I reach down, grab her by the hips, and tuck us both into a roll. I land on my back with her straddling me.

She cries out again. “Marcello!”

But I smother her mouth with one palm as I use my other to line my throbbing cock up with her entrance.

She makes eye contact, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Eyes wide with fright and lust and maybe something deeper than that, too. The moon streaming in through the high windows hits us like a spotlight. Her skin is glowing, and her eyes are impossibly bright.

Then I coax her down the final distance, and she’s so wet that I slip inside her instantly.

It’s where I belong.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she starts to ride me. Her knees planted on either side of me, and one hand of hers clamped on top of mine where it’s still keeping her mouth closed.



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