Ruthless Savior – Captive Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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Tears steamed down my cheeks; a physical and emotional response to his complete domination of my body. He somehow claimed me and released me at the same time, and I floated on the intoxicating rush of his power.

His thrusts came harder and faster, and his cock pulsed on my tongue. I opened my throat, welcoming him to drive deep.

He came on a feral roar, and his hands clamped down on the sides of my head as he released his seed into my mouth. I took everything he gave me, eager to surrender to all his desires.

He finished on a groan and pulled out, allowing me to gasp in my first full breath since he’d started fucking my mouth. The rush of oxygen went straight to my head, and he caught me as I swayed.

I wasn’t the only one who was lightheaded. Raúl dropped to his knees, catching us both in a firm embrace. He collapsed onto the floor, pulling me down with him.

When I was draped over his chest, he cupped my nape and took my mouth in a slow, languorous kiss.

I’d healed the wound that I’d inflicted. Raúl trusted me. We could work out the rest in time. For now, I was perfectly content to snuggle in his strong arms.

Chapter 18

Raúl

I wasn’t sure how long I laid on the floor of my workshop, content to settle between the cool concrete at my back and Marisol’s gentle warmth against my chest. My body felt heavy, like after a long day pounding and shaping iron. The familiar, calming exhaustion quieted my mind, providing release from the aggressive impulses that constantly threatened to test my control over my own actions.

But this time, there was no soreness accompanying the peaceful, sated state. Attaining this quiet euphoria hadn’t required me to push my body to its limits.

Marisol. The soft, petite woman in my arms was a tiny miracle, offering me the sweetest release I’d ever experienced. Her trust in me—her eagerness to soothe me and give me pleasure—transcended sexual ecstasy. No one had ever done something like this for me.

Marisol’s sweet submission had been strengthened by her gentle insistence. She’d given herself to me, but she’d been the one to initiate the scene. She’d dropped to her knees and touched me with something like reverence, soothing away all the pain that’d blackened my mind when she’d compared me to Gehovany.

I trust you, Raúl. Do you trust me?

Fuck, she’d been so vulnerable in that position, but she’d managed to strip away all my defensive anger and bitterness. She’d made me vulnerable, too.

And the end result felt so fucking good. I could’ve laid here for hours, simply indulging myself in petting her silky hair and tracing the delicate contours of her lovely face.

As my capacity for rational thought slowly returned, my satisfaction sharpened with a greedy edge. I wanted more of this. I wanted more of her.

“I brought you into my man cave to show you something.” My voice came out deep and rumbly, as though I’d been sleeping for hours. “We’ve gotten a little distracted.” I twirled a lock of her raven hair around my finger, and a small smile tugged at my lips. “I made something for you.”

Her eyes immediately lit up, and her giddy grin hit me square in the chest.

“You made me something?” She dropped her cheek to my chest, nuzzling closer in an open show of affection and gratitude. “Thank you.”

My rumbling chuckle wrapped us both in calm joy, and I savored the perfect moment.

“I haven’t even shown it to you yet,” I teased. “It’s a little early to be thanking me.”

She propped her chin on the back of her hand, capturing me in her warm, melted chocolate gaze. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s wonderful. You’ve been so attentive already, so generous with your gifts…” Her eyes began to shine. “The flowers mean everything to me. You heard what I said about how much I miss my family, about our lives in Comitán, and you gave me something more precious than I ever could’ve imagined. Now, you’ve made something for me with your bare hands. It doesn’t matter what it is. This is…” She swallowed, her words turning thick with emotion. “You’re so good to me, Raúl.”

A tiny sun burned in the center of my chest. When she looked at me like this—like I was some kind of hero—the sensation was utterly foreign, too wonderful to be real.

But I was ravenous for more. I coveted my little lamb more than ever, and I’d do everything in my power to bind her closer to me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I carefully sat up, making sure both of us were steady enough to get to our feet. When my head didn’t swim too badly, I stood and offered her my hand. She grasped it immediately, accepting my support without hesitation.



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