Three Strikes (Meant to Be #3) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance, Sports, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Meant To Be Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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I only hold onto him harder, riding out the pain, weaving with the pleasure.

His hands leave my ass but his weight has me pinned against the car as beast-like growls rumble out of him and I feel his fingertips brush down my chest, grabbing the V of my jersey and yanking wide.

A button pops up and hits me in the chin, another flies in an arc against the night sky as I hear the soft click as it hits the pavement.

“All this is mine. My dick has been hard since I saw you in the penthouse. Everything in my life is about you now. Every fucking thing.”

It’s my bra next, his fingers dragging it down so my breasts pop free into the cooler night air. My nipples feel like they are on fire as he drops his face and draws one between his lips, sucking and nipping as the throbbing between my legs becomes unbearable.

He works one nipple with his tongue, then sucks again harder, harder, like he’s expecting to draw something from me.

Like he’s reading my mind again, he flicks those dark eyes upward as he moves to the other side, pulling my drawn nipple into his mouth, deeper, deeper as he plants his erection hard against my clit and humps, humps, humps me against the car until I come completely undone.

“Fuck yes.” He mumbles around a mouthful of my tit as I buck and quiver, calling his name and swearing into the sky. “That’s my girl. Show me you belong to me, only me.”

My mind swims, what am I doing? My first orgasm with a human outside of myself and it’s with a broody, dark member of the world where I grew up.

Besides, what about my father? What about the promises he’s made to someone to offer me up as some glue to hold our families together?

“Wait,” I say once my brain function returns.

“I’ve waited. I’ve waited forty fucking years for you, I don’t think there much more wait in me, baby. You have a boyfriend? You're not married are you?”

I open my mouth to try to explain that my life isn’t exactly available for this…him…right now, but before I can, the sound of an engine and blinding headlights come racing through the parking lot. The car screeches to a halt just a few feet away from where we are parked and both doors open as I hold my hand up to block out the light.

“Are you okay, Miss Farkas? Do you need us to call the police?”

What? My synapses are firing so slow but finally I recognize the voice, then I see the faces of two of the center’s security guards coming closer.

I untangle my legs and push off from Cyrus, tugging my jersey closed, finding my feet on wobbly legs.

“No! I’m okay.” I sidestep from Cyrus who comes up behind me. “We’re just leaving.”

I see their hands on their sidearms, giving me a wary look. “We noticed your car here and were getting worried.”

“Really, guys. Thank you, but it’s okay.” I look at Cyrus. “I need to go. Thank you for everything.”

“Everything?” he grits out and I can see the tent in his jeans in the bright headlights.

“Yes, everything.” I pick up my bag and find my keys, opening my car door. “But, I don’t think we should see each other again.”

He steps forward as both security guards pull their sidearms. “The lady said she needs to go,” one of the guards says and I hear Cyrus grunt under his breath as I close the door.

“I’m never letting her go.”

My eyes burn as I look in the rear view, watching Cyrus stand there watching me pull away.

CHAPTER 3

Cyrus

She’s mine.

Fucking mine.

And I think she knows it. I know she feels it. But she’s refusing to admit it.

Thinking about the destruction I inflicted on my own house earlier, part of me has to wonder if she isn’t right to stay away.

I know what I am. What I’ve always been. I’m the dangerous one, the one who never quite fit in with the legitimate life. Tor had his moments, but in the end he was always above board: lawyer, business owner and now family man. Sophia went to culinary school and developed skills she could use to build a career.

Me?

I learned how to sit at a card table and not lose more than I won. I figured out how to intimidate some scumbag with a single glance, so he’d pay up whatever he owed some other scumbag and I wouldn’t have to get my knuckles bloody. I made friends with people who had fewer scruples than Al Capone, who needed a guy like me that they could call on. Not all of them were on the wrong side of the law, but every single one was on the wrong side of morality.



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