XOXO – ABCS of Love Read Online K.D. Robichaux

Categories Genre: Angst, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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“Savvy.”

Roman’s voice actually pulls a startled gasp out of me, and my cheeks flush when I lift my eyes to meet his, feeling as if I got caught having naughty thoughts I shouldn’t be having.

“Yes?” I breathe.

He doesn’t move to touch me, but I can almost feel his fingers trailing up my inner thigh, skimming up, up, up to see if his suspicions are correct. Am I wet?

“What are you thinking about?” It’s a demand of an honest answer, his tone. And I wouldn’t dream of lying, knowing it’s pointless. He knows me too well, knows my every tell.

“What it would be like, if I said yes.” I allow my eyes to lose focus and turn my vision internal, giving him this and letting the entire world around me disappear. I have to admit, I’m a little curious to see his reaction to my dirty thoughts. “After all our research, we’ve finally found someone to… join us, and I’ve told you I’ll try it just once, just to mark it off your bucket list. And in return, you’ve promised me that’s all you’ll ever need. The images will live in your mind forever, so there won’t be a reason to repeat the act.” I blow a breath out between pursed lips to calm my racing heart. “The next thing I see is me, on my back in the middle of our big bed. My knees point to the ceiling, spread apart, and I throw my head back and moan as the faceless man uses a vibrator on my sensitive clit, just like you instructed him to. And then… I gather up the courage to turn my head, to face the opposite direction I’ve been looking in since it all began, too shy before that moment, and finally peek over at you in our big gray chair in the corner.”

His voice is rougher than sandpaper as he asks, “And what do you see?”

I can hear my heartbeat inside my head, my breaths becoming quick as I close my eyes to visualize it more clearly. “Your eyes are hooded as you watch, but I can see they’re focused on his hands on me. Your cock is hard inside your pants, and you slide your hand up your thigh from your knee to rest your palm on it, then squeeze, smirking when that makes me moan again. Then you tell me what a good girl I’m being for letting someone else—”

My words cut off abruptly, because I almost said something before thinking it through. My brows furrow in confusion, not knowing where the thought came from. A fear, a worry, I wasn’t conscious of until this moment of allowing myself to imagine it actually happening?

“Tell me,” Rome orders, and my eyes snap open to find him looking off in the distance over my shoulder before his dark-brown depths lock on me once again. Was he visualizing the picture I painted with my words?

The expression on his face—I can’t tell if it’s a good or bad one. It’s… pure intensity, neither negative nor positive. Has picturing it so clearly, with me as the one describing it for him, changed his mind about his desires after all?

“Savvy,” he prompts, almost a rabid-sounding bark that makes me jump.

I swallow thickly, a gulp of apprehension, but I have to respond. That tone promises severe retribution if I refuse.

My voice isn’t as steady as it was when I was curious to see his response. “You tell me what a good girl I’m being for letting someone else… deal with me.”

I lose all sense of time. We stare at each other for what could be a split second or full minutes; I have no idea. All I’m aware of is the moment after that breath-held standoff, when Rome is suddenly hovering over me. Between my thighs, his erect cock is pressed almost painfully to my center it’s so hard, digging the seam of my jeans into my clit. I whimper as he grinds his hips, the pain mixing with pleasure that makes my eyes nearly cross when in combination with his heated expression and the image he makes with his muscular arms braced to hold him above me while I’m flat on my back.

“Deal with you, Savvy?” he growls, circling his hips once again, his soft cotton pants doing nothing to cushion his steel shaft. “Does this feel like I have any problem with taking care of your needs my-fucking-self?”

I shake my head, gasping when he thrusts against me.

“Use your words,” he demands.

“I… I know I’m a lot of work. It’s not an easy feat to get me off,” I get out in a rush that ends in a hum of pleasure when he grinds his hips again, this time a little gentler, making my eyes flutter closed. They open again to find him looking over the arm of the couch my head is pressed against, and he moves one hand to grip there for leverage.



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