Sold – Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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Do I really want to run? Or do I want to face this beast head-on?

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, his tongue dipping out to lick his bottom lip. “Oh, Harper … what am I going to do with you?”

My heart rate shoots through the roof. What I overheard was important. The question is, how important? Important enough to hurt me for it if I don’t shut up? Or so important that he’d kill for it?

“I’ve already told you more than I ever wanted to, and now you go and snoop on me too,” he says. “I thought you knew better by now.”

“I didn’t mean to make you angry,” I reply. Maybe there’s still a chance. “I was just trying to find you and—”

“Find me? What for?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

“I just … Well, you were gone right after our meeting in the garden, and then when you finally came back, I heard a lot of noise coming from downstairs, so I was curious.”

I don’t know why I’m telling him any of this. Maybe it’s because I was caught and feel guilty, or maybe it’s because his demanding stare forces me to. With just one look, he manages to persuade me to tell him the truth. To bare my soul to him. To yield. It makes my stomach churn.

“Curious,” he repeats as though it amuses him. “About where I went?” He grabs my chin. “You ran away from me after I kissed you, and now you want to know where I go?”

I frown as he releases my chin. “I didn’t run away.”

He slams his hand into the pillar behind me so hard I jolt up and down. “I despise liars,” he growls.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” I spit out before I realize it.

His jaw tightens. “I don’t want you to tell me anything,” He shakes his head and looks away. “I want you to show me what you really think.”

“About what?” I ask.

He looks up, his eyes dark and emblazoned. “About me.”

I gasp, flabbergasted he would ask me that or even remotely be interested in that. “I don’t know. I thought it was moving, the way you talked to your mother. She is your mother, right?”

“Yes, she is, but that’s not what I asked,” he says, groaning to himself as though it strains him just to hear my answer.

“I—”

My words are interrupted by a greedy, seductive kiss, one that manages to take my breath away. He tastes of expensive whiskey and smells like a midnight tropical rainforest, and I want nothing more than to dive in deep until I go under.

But that isn’t good for me, and I fucking know it, so why can’t I push him away?

The moment his lips touch mine, my body freezes to the floor, and my mouth is unable to do anything but accept him. And even as his tongue pushes inside and roams around, desperate to find mine, I still don’t pull away.

I feel so dirty, so lusty for him when I shouldn’t be.

Ever since that last kiss, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. And now he’s doing it again, making my heart beat faster and faster until I can no longer contain myself, and I moan against his mouth.

He briefly pulls back and stares at me, his eyes flashing down toward my swollen, pink lips, the look in his eyes carnal and animalistic.

Right then, he grabs me by the waist and spins me around. I squeal as he shoves his hands up my shirt and cups my breasts, squeezing hard while pushing himself against me. His cock hardens against his pants, leaving me panting with need against the pillar. With one hand, he pinches my nipple while the other dives into my pants. It goes straight into my panties where he rubs my clit as if the world is going to crumble if he doesn’t do this now.

His lips are against my ear. “You shouldn’t have come downstairs,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe to suck on it. “I cannot control myself around you.”

His dick grinds against my ass as he pushes up against me, his fingers diving deep inside my pussy. It feels so good that I don’t want him to stop. A moan slips from my mouth, but it only seems to turn him on more. The more he takes, the more I’m willing to give, and I don’t know why I’ve become so complacent. So easy.

“I know you want it too,” he groans against my ear, still fondling me to the point that I’m about to erupt into a delicious orgasm. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Marcello …” I murmur, unable to stay in control.

A grunt leaves his mouth, and within a second, he’s torn down my pants and panties, as well as his own. His cock bounces against my ass before he pushes it against my entrance.



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