Seduced by the Mafia Boss (Forbidden Confessions #8) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Confessions Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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I’ve missed her. And I want her more now than I did the first time I laid eyes on her.

It’s not a helpful fucking development.

Also unsurprisingly, she fights me, bucking and screeching, pushing and shoving at me. “Get off!”

I take her wrists in my grip and flatten them against the mattress at the same time I use my legs to pin her immobile beneath me. Fuck, she looks pretty and feels so good, but I have to focus.

“No. You’re mine now, whether you wish otherwise or not. Give me your fucking mouth.”

Her eyes widen, indignant. “I will not. I’m—”

I cut her off by crushing her lips under mine and pushing my way inside. As I surge deep, she stiffens and writhes, doing her damnedest to buck me off. But she’s got nowhere to go. After thirty seconds, she realizes that terrible reality and turns limp underneath me. Another few seconds later, and she’s almost kissing me back.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her lips.

“Fuck you.”

So Kristi has backbone? The night we met at Rand and Sophie’s wedding, she was shy and sweet. I loved the hell out of coaxing her, unwrapping her, worshipping her…and her surrendering completely to me. But this side of my girl with fight? I like it. We’re going to need it.

“We’ll do a lot of that tonight, Little Red. I’m going to wear out that pussy. When you’re sore and tired and wrung out, I’m just going to fuck you again.”

“No! You can’t—”

“I can. Don’t you get it yet? There’s no stopping this now. Whether it goes down easy or hard is up to you.”

I expect a couple of reactions. More fighting. Maybe some mudslinging or name calling. What I don’t expect is Kristi to burst into tears.

Aw, fuck.

When she does her best to buck me off again, I grab fistfuls of her fiery hair and force her to meet my stare. “What the hell?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Tightening my grip, I lower my lips to murmur in her ear. “I need you to listen carefully and understand what I’m about to tell you. Or we’re both dead. There are video cameras in this room, and they’re probably set to record. It’s why I scared you, so you’d keep fighting. But I’m not who you have to worry about. I would never hurt you, Little Red. I’ve missed you way too fucking much.”

A gasp escapes her lips. “What are you saying? You’re in danger, too?”

“I will be if I can’t convince the mobsters watching us that I’m one of them.”

“But you’re not?”

The note of hope in her voice gives me a reason to believe I can get through to her. “I’m undercover, trying to break open their sex ring. You walked into the middle of it, and I have to figure out how to get you the fuck out of it.”

“My cousin Sammie disappeared from this casino last night. Her mother called me frantically this morning and asked me to come help find her. She’s barely eighteen.”

Oh, shit.

“I think I know where she is.” Well, where she was. When I leave here, I’ll have to find out if she’s still in her cage in the third-level basement, been moved to a room on this floor…or in the bed of the man who paid to have her abducted and brought to him like a sacrifice.

“You do?” She grips me tighter, finally looking at me like I’m not a monster.

“About five feet tall? Wavy, dark hair?”

Kristi nods frantically. “Yes. Where is she? What will happen to her?”

If I tell Kristi now, she’ll only freak. “Let me deal with that.”

“No. I need answers so I can call my aunt. Give me back my phone.”

I shake my head. “I’ve told you all I can. You’ll have to trust me for now.”

“How can I?”

“What are your more appealing options?”

And we’ve been talking too long. Anyone watching this footage will wonder what the fuck is happening. Why isn’t this new captive fighting me more? And why haven’t I ripped off her clothes and forced my cock between her legs? Donzelli thinks I’m discerning, and that will work in my favor. But he won’t respect me allowing anyone, especially someone trying to blow apart our operation, any kind of leverage.

I have to make everyone believe I’m shutting her down and taking over. Now. It will look a shitload more realistic if Kristi believes it, too.

“Apparently none, and you’re enjoying that,” she hurls at me.

Not really. But I smile for the cameras as I grip both of her wrists in my hand, pin her to the dusty duvet, then work my free hand beneath her baggy T-shirt to curl my fingers around her ribs.

She stiffens. “Don’t touch me until you help Sammie!”

Ignoring her demand, I push the khaki shirt up her torso, revealing her beige bra. It’s not meant to be sexy. Modest lace trims the underwires with a little pink bow in between. But the cups only cover half her lush tits, and the thin straps at her shoulders have a hell of a time restraining the bounty God gave her.



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