The Woman with the Scar (Costa Family #4) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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She was so fucking sensitive. Likely thanks to going so long without getting any sort of pleasure from someone.

Whatever the reason, I was fucking loving her ragged moans and shaking thighs as I drove her up and through an orgasm that had her back arching off the counter as her thighs crushed the side of my head.

“Brio, please,” she moaned as she folded upward, her hands grabbing my waistband to pull me closer so she could undo my button and zipper.

Reaching inside, her hand closed around my cock, sending a jolt of need through my system.

“I need you inside me,” she told me, her eyes heated as her hand stroked my cock.

And, well, I damn sure didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

Reaching up, I pulled her down, turned her, and bent her over the counter.

I made quick work of the protection then grabbed my cock, stroking it up and down her pussy until her ass was wiggling against me, until she was dripping with need.

Only then did I surge inside her, having to pause and pull myself together at her little gasp.

Ezzy had as little self-control as I did right then, her hips wiggling and pushing back against me, begging for motion, for relief from the need for release.

My hands sank into her hips, using them to slam her back into me as I thrust inside her, feeling her walls seem to tighten with each movement.

One of my hands left her hip, slipping between her thighs to engage her clit as the need for release grew.

“Brio… I…” she moaned.

“Come,” I demanded, hips thrusting and finger circling. “Squeeze my cock,” I demanded just as I felt her tighten hard, then spasm around me, milking my orgasm out of me with her own.

“Fuck,” I hissed, leaning forward to press my face into her back afterward, willing my damn legs to keep holding me up even as she braced most of her weight on her arms on the counter.

“I needed that,” she admitted, and I could hear the smile in her voice even as I pulled out of her. “It’s like an emotional reset,” she added, straightening then pulling her panties and pants back into place.

Her face was flushed and her eyes warm as she faced me again, and I swore to myself that I was going to make her look exactly like that as much as possible in the future.

Regardless of the circumstances.

“Remind me to take this bag with me when I leave,” I said after discarding the condom.

If she really wanted to carry out her revenge plan, then we needed to be careful about shit like that. I was sure that Berat was going to take every opportunity to snoop around when Ezzy wasn’t in the apartment.

Which brought me to my next thing.

“Before we search for the cash,” I said, going over toward the package of so-called food delivery, and pulling out two more little packages.

“What are those?” she asked, brows furrowing.

“Our own cameras,” I told her, pulling them out of the packaging. “This way, if you are out of the apartment, we can see what is going on. If the brothers are snooping around.”

“Or if someone is hiding in wait,” she said, saying the quiet part out loud.

“Yeah, that too,” I agreed. “I know you aren’t going to like this part,” I added, pointing toward the jammer. “But we can’t remove their cameras if they are around.”

“Because they will know that I know they’re watching,” she guessed.

“Exactly. And we want them to continue to think you are clueless. So what we are going to do is find them if they are there. And if you are uncomfortable with the way they are facing, we can turn them a little bit.”

“So they will just assume they were mistaken about the exact placement,” she said.

“Yeah. Or that you were looking around or cleaning and bumped them.”

“What about the jammer? Won’t they think something is suspicious?”

“If we use it often, yeah. Right now, it will just seem like static, like maybe there is an issue with the wireless or something. If it goes back on without any issues, they probably won’t think any better of it.”

I very much doubted that the Polat family were master criminals, that they had reasons to learn about shit like jammers and spying on people.

That wasn’t how their operation ran. They were dipping their toes into uncharted territory.

It wasn’t that I was underestimating them. You could never underestimate the lengths a man is willing to go to for their own greed. But I wasn’t going to give them more credit than they deserved, either.

They were bullies.

That was how they made their money, preying on innocent civilians.

And, sure, the mob ran their own extortion rings too. But they did it with at least a little honor. We weren’t making single moms cry over not being able to make their payments. Or taking their daughters as payment either.



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