The Marriage Debt – Underworld Kings Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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“That’s it, bunny. Feel my cock owning every fucking inch of you,” Luca says, going in deep, deeper, even deeper, and when he finally reaches the base, my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. “This ass belongs to me now. And soon, your pussy will too.”

I gasp when he slides back out with ease, only to thrust back in again, this time with much more energy. I gasp each time he hits the base, the length of him filling me up whole.

I thought it would hurt, that I’d hate the very feel of him inside my ass.

But I was wrong, so wrong.

Because it feels so goddamn good it’s almost illegal.

God, the way he thrusts inside is just like how he touched my clit, but better, more fulfilling, more everything. And it makes me hungry, needy in a way that I never thought I would.

“F-Fuck,” I hiss as he pushes in again.

“Oh yes, bunny. I will fuck you,” Luca groans, and he grabs my wrist and pins it to my back. “And you will fucking scream my name before we’re done.”

THRUST!

My jaw opens wide, but the only sound that leaves is a simple mewl as he plunges into me, each stroke faster than the one before, and I can’t stop the wetness from pooling between my legs. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and when he slaps my ass at the same time, I’m done for.

As I grab the desk with my free hand, he immediately grabs it and brings it to my back too.

“Don’t move,” he growls, and when I look up, he rips off his tie and wraps it around my wrists, sealing them in.

I have no chance to respond because he immediately thrusts in and out again, making it impossible for me to react with anything other than moans.

“You thought I’d be gentle? That I’d be a good husband and treat you right?” he growls, fucking me harder until the whole desk begins to wobble. “Wrong. I don’t make love. I fuck.”

Tears well up in my eyes because of how hard he fucks me. Because of how wet it makes me when he talks like that. When he fucks like this.

He’s a fucking animal.

A monster.

And I can do nothing but moan with delight when he rams into my ass.

His hands are on my waist as he plows into me, slapping me between thrusts to coax out sound.

“More, Jill. Moan for me,” he says, his voice hot and heady. “Show me what kind of a slut you really are,” he says.

I should despise him, but all I want is for him to fuck me raw.

What is wrong with me?

No, I should hate him.

He did this to me.

“Fuck you,” I hiss even though my clit is throbbing with need from the way he fucks my ass.

“Oh, the naughty girl is finally back to play,” he says, chuckling while still plunging into me. “Tell me how much you hate me then. It only turns me on.” Suddenly, he grabs my hair and forces me to look at him through the mirror. “Look at me while I ride you, Jill. Look at me while I own this fucking asshole.”

“I hate you,” I say, but it comes out weak.

I am weak.

I’m weak for giving in.

Weak for letting him take me over.

But what other choice did I have?

He smirks and slaps my ass so hard I squeal. “It’s easier to fuck you when you do.”

“Liam never would have treated me like this,” I spit.

It’s out before I know it.

But the look on his face makes me instantly regret it.

Like fire and fury molten into one, and he’s stopped mid-thrust as though he’s contemplating whether to kill me on the spot.

Shit.

“My brother …” Luca hisses, looking up at me from underneath his dark lashes. “Would never have given you what you need.” He leans over my body and grabs my face, forcing me to look at myself. “Surrender.”

What?

What does he mean?

“Sweet fucking release,” he adds, and without warning, he buries himself to the hilt so fast I groan out loud and feel myself explode.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?

Did I just … come?

From ass-fucking?

The waves ripple over me, and there’s no mistake. I recognize this feeling from all the times before when he did it to my clit.

But he didn’t even touch me there.

Oh God … is that even possible?

Is that what he means?

Is this what he’s been holding back?

His eyes are violent, greedy, crazed. Like a lover high on drugs.

High on me.

And I can tell from the devilish half-smirk on his face he knows what he just did.

His finger traces a line up from my back all the way to my neck, every touch so sensitive that it sets my senses on fire. And he swipes aside my hair to whisper, “That.”



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