Unleashed Syn – Dark Organized Crime Novella Read Online Xavier Neal

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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
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Concentrate on what I see.

What I don’t.

What I should see.

What’s written in invisible ink to most yet extra bold print to me.

I continue my dedicated investigation until something worthy of delving deeper into finally captures my attention. At that point, I bookmark the page with a sticky note to look further into a specific dynamic, use both hands to stack the files into various piles on my desk, and decide to treat myself as much as the man who dedicates his life to me.

Our family.

This business.

“Head up, Pet.”

He lifts himself back to a sitting position, dreamy eyed gaze reminding me of the one I love to wake up to in the morning.

“For allowing me to work without interruption you will be permitted to come,” I salaciously state, leaning back in my seat, “however, for barging in here and demanding we speak on family matters in a nonfamily space, you will not be permitted to speak during our playtime.”

The mixture of response in his stare is expected.

And exhilarating.

“You will remove my panties with your mouth and then keep them in there until we’re through as your punishment.”

Yavok wolfishly wets his lips.

Nods his comprehension.

Waits for further instructions.

“You may begin.”

Being roughly turned towards him in my chair isn’t a surprise nor is the forceful way my legs are yanked in opposite directions. I flash him the impressed grin that presents itself whenever he manages to follow the rules while simultaneously exuding dominance, I can’t deny craving. Pet digs his fingers deeply into my flesh and ferally scrapes them down to my feet. Discarding of the first heel has it finding a new home somewhere near the door yet the second is barely cast out of my immediate reach. The urge to question his methods is unexpectedly noticed prompting him to bare his teeth in warning.

Fuck, I love how over the years he has learned to say so much even when saying absolutely nothing.

Submitting is done with a simple surrendering hand motion that’s approved of by a small nod. With a flick of the wrist, he commands I rise to my bare feet to finish the undressing process. I steadily watch the increasingly heated actions, admittedly growing needier.

Headier.

Greedier.

Yavok’s fingers wrapping around the waist band of my pants feel as though it takes eons to occur but getting them to meet the same banishment as my heels I swear takes even longer. His face lifts to mine, arrogance prevalent, the smug expression being showcased one I hate that I love.

Hate that he has the right to make.

“Maybe Minun Herrani should be silent too.”

The threat receives a twitched glare prior to his mouth latching onto my clit over the lacy fabric of my underwear. A body shaking gasp is robbed from my lips, and the vibrations from the grumble of gratitude it sparks causes more wetness to rush towards his ravenous tongue. Sucking the little nub once doesn’t get me panting; however, the second and the third and the sixth turn me into a trembling, whimpering, hair pulling mess that couldn’t care less if she ever fucking breathes again.

And rather than stop the delectable torment, Pet amplifies his efforts.

Palms both bare ass cheeks and yanks me harshly against his mouth.

Force feeds himself every little bit of me he can have around the delicate material.

Devours faster.

More ferocious.

Whirls his tongue in ceaseless circles wordlessly commanding for me to beg.

To prove that despite his new verbally restricted nature, he is indeed the one in control.

Of my pleasure.

Of me.

God, I’ve created a monster.

And I fucking love it.

“Fuck me, aviomies,” I airily implore. “Fuck your vaimo.”

The savage sinking of his teeth into my skin effortlessly arches me forward. Has me swaying and swiveling my hips to aid in the process of eliminating the barrier preventing an overdue orgasm from being had.

Even with school and recreational activities and nannies and “aunts and uncles” and “cousins” to keep them occupied there are long stretches of time where finding a few moments to fuck in peace is difficult.

It’s primarily the reason that there isn’t a “no sex” in the office policy.

Sometimes scheduling a play session is the only way to successfully get one.

Feeling my husband’s teeth barbarically scrape every inch of skin they pass mercilessly overwhelms each of my senses.

Leaves me once more unable to breathe.

Think.

Do more than shudder through the literal toe-curling sensations.

Seeing Yavok shove the material fully into his mouth suddenly becomes the last thing I’m allowed to see him do. In one almost blinding motion, I’m turned to face my desk.

Carelessly flattened against it.

Pinned in place by the palm of his hand pressing firmly against my spine.

I’m barely able to finish widening my stance before my soaking muscles are ruthlessly split in two by his freed cock. My head attempts to snap up on a loud moan yet is treated to the same barbarous behavior my back is. The force from his hand nailing me to the desk vastly pales in comparison to the way he’s callously carving his name onto the climax we both know isn’t far from exposure. Wetness incessantly drowns his dick and drips towards his balls that are frantically slapping against the back of my pussy. Those same juices are then sloppily smeared along my thighs. The edge of my jacket. Collected by the tips of the fingers that were previously keeping my torso flat and are smeared across my red stained lips. The soundless order to taste our amalgamation causes my muscles to cruelly constrict and body to buck back into the unrelenting thrusts. Grunt after grunt is attached to the harsh heaves, yet when I catch one of his fingers between my teeth during its pursuit to smear my lipstick a frame trembling howl is expelled behind the balled-up material. Yavok’s previously frenzied thrusts are immediately exchanged for crazed, rapid poundings that send me to the tips of my toes on every hit.



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