Twisted by Release – Iron And Lace Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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I let myself fall into that kiss.

This is wrong. A voice deep in the back of my mind says it, over and over. Wrong, wrong, wrong. This man killed your sister. And yet I can’t help myself. He saved my life not once, but twice, and I’m spiraling as deeply into him as he’s spiraling into me. I don’t know where this leads or if there’s an ending to this at all, and I’m not sure I care.

I want to turn off the voices in my head and live in this moment, with this man, on this boat.

Slowly our kiss breaks apart. I’m breathing fast and my cheeks are flushed. I stare into his eyes, dizzy, and he’s gazing back.

His grip on my wrists tightens.

“I need to tell you something.”

I chew on my lip. “What is it?”

“There’s something I haven’t told you. Something I’ve kept from you, but also something you’ve kept from me.”

A spike rips down my core and fear floods my system. The kiss dies like a wilted flower on my lips and now his grip on my wrists isn’t sexy, but menacing. “Emilio. What are you talking about?”

But we both know already. I can see it in his eyes. I’ve seen it before, again and again, but I kept pretending like he hadn’t figured it out.

I didn’t want this to end.

Because once it’s out in the open, how can we keep going?

The truth is obvious though, for anyone that wanted to see it. I willfully blinded myself because of that initiation ceremony.

Because of the pleasure he made me feel through that pain.

Why else bring me into this society? Just because I got along with Dom and Nathan? No, that’s not enough.

Why give me so much attention? Put me in a room across from his own? Save me over and over?

“I know who you are.” His voice is low and terrifying. “Kaye Drake.”

I struggle to get away, but he doesn’t release me. Emilio’s big, so much bigger than me, and suddenly the lovely morning out on the boat turns into a nightmare. He knows I’m Lucy’s sister, the bastard must’ve known this whole time, and I’ve been so damn stupid trying to act like I was getting one over on him.

This man is a killer. He’s the son of a powerful mafia family and he know how to lie, how to manipulate, how to use and abuse. Why did I ever think I could beat him at this game?

Weeks of this bullshit, and now, finally, he has me in the perfect spot to get rid of me.

Emilio doesn’t care about human life, right?

Take down your enemies with ruthless efficiency. That’s what he was taught to believe.

Now here I am stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean where nobody will ever find me, and he has my life in his hands.

“When did you figure it out?” No reason to pretend. It’ll only piss him off, and besides, I’m tired of pretending. I want this all out in the open air.

“From the start. I learn everything about everyone, little pet.”

“God, you bastard. You let me think I was getting away with it.”

“Yes, I did, because I wanted to know what you planned on doing. And honestly, I still don’t fully understand.”

“Let me go.” I say the words with more force than I feel. I’m trembling with terror but I struggle to keep it under control. “Or are you going to kill me like you killed my sister?”

He stares at me, and for a moment, I think I hurt him. There’s a strange grimace in his eyes like I kicked him in the face, but it quickly disappears and he tightens his grip on my wrists.

“You don’t know your sister at all, do you?” He leans forward to speak in my ear. I shiver and want to get away, but I’m trapped. “And you don’t know me if you think I killed her.”

“You were the last person to see her alive. She wrote that article—”

“Fuck that article.”

“Tell me you didn’t do it.”

He stares into my eyes and his jaw works. “No. I won’t.”

“Then you did it. You don’t lie to your people, right? Tell me the truth, Emilio.”

He rips me from the wall. I stumble forward as he backs off and sits on a bench. He yanks me down and I straddle him, and before I can get off, he grabs my hips and forces me to stay. I gasp in surprise when I feel his thick, hard cock between my legs. He’s stiff right now, iron hard like he’s excited that I’m accusing him of murder. I shimmy my hips and feel him grinding against my pussy and pleasure blooms, pleasure mingling with my pain and anguish and anger and fear. I’m wearing only a bathing suit bottom, and there’s barely anything keeping our bodies separated.



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