Thicker Than Blood – Dangerous Sinners Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
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“Kian, tell her she can have the night off with full pay,” Stella gently encourages.

I’m expecting Kian to grab her by the throat and do something Kian-like, but he gently kisses her forehead and mumbles okay.

Stella’s done something to my boys. They’re still crazy, and three men you don’t want to mess with, but when it comes to Stella, they’re three pathetic golden retrievers.

“Don’t worry. Looks like you’re gonna be in the same boat soon, buddy,” Ronan says with a sharp laugh.

“What are you talking about?” I demand.

“You’re always ragging on the three of us and Max about how our woman controls us. But the way you’re fidgeting and freaking out about that pretty girl over there tells me she’s gotcha, hook, line, and sinker.”

I want to deny it, but the truth is, I’d take Mia to Vegas tonight and put a ring on her finger so damn fast if she agreed.

“Looks like I’ll be the only man standing,” Mikhail says with a low chuckle.

God, the fucker is freaky. He doesn’t show his face, barely talks when we’re out in public, and you never expect it when he opens his mouth, so it makes you jump out of your skin. It doesn’t shock me that this man was my father’s most ruthless enforcer. It’s why my brother insists Mik be the one who accompanies me whenever I go anywhere because, apparently, I’m a loose cannon.

It was only that one time. I killed six people in a bar, but they deserved it. They were running a sex trafficking ring. One fucker offered me a seven-year-old for the night. Had I not been on uppers, I would’ve done a better job instead of creating a bloodbath in a public place. Max had to break a lot of heads and pay off a ton of people to keep all that shit under wraps. That’s when I realized drugs weren’t for me, and I’ve stuck to alcohol ever since.

I stare at Kian as he speaks to Mia. She nods before turning her head toward me with a smile, but it’s not sweet or kind—it’s a smile that tells me she’ll make me pay. I’ve never been the guy who submits to anyone, but the idea of being under her before I make her my willing victim gets my dick hard.

She walks toward me, the tops of her perfect, fat tits visible, making my mouth water at having them tied with rope. My cock threatens to bust through my wool pants at the thought of putting clamps on her pretty s and making her crawl on her hands and knees as she begs me to pound her tight cunt. I salivate at the notion of her yelling, “Pound me, Daddy. Fill my tight pussy with your hot cum. Own me, Daddy. Tell me I’m nothing but your sweet cum dump.”

“Stop staring at my tits,” she demands as she stands over me, a sultry smile plastered on her pretty face.

“Stop putting them on display,” I retort.

“Ready for our bargain?”

“Huh?”

She winks. “I get to peg your ass, and you get to fuck me like a blow-up doll for forty-eight hours.”

“So it’s like that, huh? No wining and dining, just some sixty-nine-ing?”

“You never said I had to buy you dinner. The deal was one million dollars, I get to fuck your ass, and in return, you get to have me for a weekend. Kian said we can have a room upstairs. Neutral ground.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“You made a man slice up his dick like a cucumber. Fuck no, I don’t trust you.”

“You’ve got a smart mouth. I can’t wait to have it wrapped around my cock.”

She places her hands on the table and leans over, pushing her tits together in my face. “Wanna see it sliding up and down between my tits before you gag me nice and good?”

I want to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone. I get up and crowd her with my height. “You’re playing with fire, Solnce.”

My goddess doesn’t even flinch. She smiles and places one perfect hand on my chest, leaning in and bringing her lips to the shell of my ear. “You might be fire, but you’re about to meet kerosene.”

4

MIA

The room is a pretty dungeon. White walls are adorned with silver designs. The smoky curtains are purely for decoration because there’s no window to be seen. The bed is covered in white sheets, but above it are hooks, and in one corner, there’s a table full of toys still packaged up with cleaning supplies for them.

In the other corner are rope, cuffs, suspension materials, and spreader bars beside a frightening-looking St. Andrew’s cross. The wall behind the cross is adorned with a selection of tools designed to bring pain or pleasure, depending on your poison. Crops, canes, paddles, whips, floggers—you name it, and it’s probably stocked somewhere in this room.



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