The Bride (The Boss #3) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
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He pushed into me, all hot and hard and rough, and I gasped; he’s a big guy, and not gentle with me when we played like this. Though I was incredibly wet and my whole body trembled with need, my cunt opened reluctantly around him on that first deep thrust. He gripped my other arm as he withdrew, and the slow glide of his foreskin as it rolled with his motion made my eyes flutter closed. Then, without mercy, he rammed into me again, holding me captive at the point of the greatest pain, and my tortured nerve endings sang out in pure joy. A sob of mingled agony and pleasure tore from my throat. There was nowhere to move, no option but to let him fuck me as he held me immobile.

He released one of my arms, but when I reached back to touch him, he slapped my hand. “If you want to touch anyone, touch yourself.” His fingers sank into my hair, and he jerked my head back, adding a growled, “slut,” to the end of his sentence.

That forbidden word did something to me every time he used it. My pussy contracted along his length as he pounded me, every hard thrust bringing a louder and louder exclamation from me, until he had to let go of my hair to clamp his hand over my mouth.

“Do you like this cock, Sophie?” he asked, and I mumbled my affirmative against his palm as he stilled inside me. “Then I suggest you keep it down, or I’ll take it away. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my eyes squeezing shut. The last thing I wanted was to be punished in that way. Once he was inside me, I lost all sense of reason. I used to really push it with him—I’d thought that when he threatened to stop fucking me, he would eventually have to give in—until he’d stopped during one of our play sessions to teach me a lesson about being a bratty sub. And despite the superb emotional and physical aftercare he’d given me, he hadn’t fucked me again that night. So I knew he was talking serious business.

After our first year together, Neil had gotten more confident of my ability to know my own limits. He took me at my word—or, lack of safeword—that I was okay, and I was discovering that he had a little bit of a sadist in him. While he’d always been slightly amused by the way I got off on pain, nowadays he seemed to get off more on causing it. Like there had been some part of him he’d held back from me until he knew I not only could take it, but that I truly wanted it.

Oh man. I wanted it.

He slammed too deep, and I bit my lips to hold back my cry of pain. He did it again, and again, and I broke, wailing, unable to control my response as the pressure inside me burst. My pussy clenched and gushed, wetness pouring down my thighs. Neil’s hand still clamped over my mouth. His fingers dug into my arm so hard I was sure they would leave a mark, but I couldn’t hold myself up at the moment, anyway, and I needed him to keep me upright. He buried himself in me with a feral growl, his cock jerking in my sopping cunt.

“Fuck,” I panted when he released my mouth. He slipped from me, and I staggered forward, wobbling on my feet. “Okay, I just had a thought.”

“What?” He slumped into one of the seats, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to catch his breath.

“We can’t exactly go roll into your brother’s house for family Christmas smelling like sex, can we?”

He looked up at me, then down at his jeans, which were liberally smeared with my gushing orgasm. Then he laughed, reached up, and pulled me into his lap.

CHAPTER FOUR

We cleaned ourselves up as well as one can in an airplane bathroom and settled in for the rest of the long flight. After we ate a quick dinner—Neil surprised me with a vegan version of the ubiquitous Upper Peninsula pasties—the flight attendant assembled the berth so I could nap. Neil stayed up, claiming he intended to read, but I knew he would be working. Even going through chemotherapy, the man hadn’t been able to keep himself away from his job, and now that he was planning to go back to work, he seemed determined to sneak in the odd five hours here or there working from home. The most adorable part of this delusion that his companies couldn’t run without him was the fact that he thought he was hiding it from me.

I slept longer than I’d expected, something I found myself doing more and more after intense sex. Though Neil always took care of me after we played hard, I felt less of an obligation to be “on” the way I had earlier in our relationship. My need to sack-out post-sex worked for Neil, as he found he needed some alone time to decompress afterwards, too. He woke me for our landing, and I buckled in and snuggled up beside him in the forward compartment.



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