The Italian Billionaire’s Abandoned Wife Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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The closer I got, the bigger his cock seemed—-

Would I ever get used to just how massive it was?

Probably not, I thought with a gulp, and that wasn’t exactly a bad thing, was it?

I wetted my lips as his cock grew larger before my eyes.

A moment later, his hand shot out, and then he was hauling me forward, causing me to tumble against him.

My breasts grazed his chest, my nipples puckering, and I whimpered, my hands automatically moving up to clutch his shoulders.

His mouth traveled to my ear, and Marcus purred, “Remember what you once told me, Anneke?”

I shook my head, whispering, “W-what?”

He whirled me around, and as my back fell against his chest, I realized we were facing his mirror.

A choked whimper escaped me.

“You told me you’re mine to do whatever I want.”

The silken heat of his words made my breasts ache painfully, and I moaned when I saw my nipples get bigger through its reflection on the mirror.

“Do you remember now?” Marcus whispered.

“Y-yes.”

“Then if I tell you I’ll defile you now—-”

I couldn’t help but moan, couldn’t help but writhe against his body, and his head moved down, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck.

“Does the thought of being defiled arouse you that much?” His hands moved down my body, and when I didn't answer fast enough, his hand landed against the left cheek of my ass, the sharp sound ringing inside the room.

I jerked, and he growled, “Answer me.”

He slapped my ass a second time.

“Yes,” I gasped.

He slapped my ass a third time. “It doesn’t scare you?”

I shook my head. It should have...but it didn’t.

His tongue licked my ear, and I shuddered.

How foolish I was, to think that I already knew everything there was to Marcus Ravelli inside the bedroom.

I was so clearly wrong, but it didn’t matter.

It also meant there was so much more to discover...and I couldn’t wait.

Marcus sat on the edge of the bed and moved back until there was enough space for me to sit between his legs. His bed was so tall that my feet ended up dangling in the air, and when we looked at the mirror again, he murmured almost broodingly, “You look so damn small.”

“But not fragile,” I whispered.

He was quiet. “No.” His tone was hard but there was something else in it, something that made his eyes opaque and his jaw clench. “Is it because you’ve changed?”

“I d-don’t know.” I turned to look at him over my shoulder, saying faintly, “But you changed, too.” I licked my lips. “Didn’t y—-”

He cut my words off by capturing my mouth in a kiss, and I moaned even as I kissed him back just as hungrily.

Lifting his head, he said savagely, “You’re wrong, bambina.”

His teeth sank into my lower lip, biting just hard enough to cause pain, and my hands fumbled before settling on his thighs, my fingers digging sharply into his legs.

He released my lip, and I gasped, “Marcus!” The violence in his kiss should have terrified me, but it just made me want—-

More.

His head lowered again, and with his lips brushing against mine, he said hoarsely, “I never changed. I’ve always been like this.” His tongue licked my lips. “And deep inside...”

His arms went around my body, his fingers finding my breasts.

He moved his head away, and our gazes met through the mirror. “You had always known that.” He tugged my nipples hard as he spoke, and I gasped, my body arching—-

“Didn’t you?”

My head fell back against his chest. “Yes.”

And when he started pinching my nipples, I sobbed out, “Yes.”

And we both knew that I was saying ‘yes’ to everything.

“What a bad girl you are.”

“Yes.”

“A dirty girl, too.”

“Yes.”

His hand snaked down my body. “I’ll need to defile you...”

I moaned.

“And you’ll like it...”

Three of his fingers slowly pushed inside of me.

“Won’t you?”

He suddenly shoved his fingers hard into my pussy, and I sobbed out, “Yes!”

He began fucking me with his fingers, harder and harder, and my hips moved on their own accord, desperately meeting his savage thrusts.

“You’re so damn tight,” he groaned. “You’re like a fucking virgin.”

A weak laugh escaped me even as my hips continued to chase after his fingers. “A-are you serious?” His other hand went between my legs as I spoke, his thumb circling over my clit, and I moaned.

“Oh God.”

“That’s right, bambina.” His thumb on my clit pressed harder, and I started to see stars. “I’m the only man who can make you feel this.”

A fourth finger went inside my pussy.

“You’ll forget all the other men—-”

I shook my head, moaning, “Marcus.” I twisted my head to look at him over my shoulder. “There’s no other man.”

“Damn right there won’t be—-”

A giggle escaped me, but one that quickly turned into a gasp because the four fingers inside of my pussy had started moving.

“Y-you’re wrong,” I panted out. “I meant, there’s been no other man ever.” Licking my lips, I whispered, “I’m a virgin—-”



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