Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
I’ve never been this praised before. Nobody’s ever really noticed me. I’m the youngest daughter of a big, dangerous mafia family. Nobody’s been stupid enough to want to date me. Not for long, anyway, not when they see my scars, or when they meet my brothers, or when they realize who my father is.
Finn’s the first who doesn’t care about any of that. He sees me for what I am. All my disgusting, fucked-up flaws.
He pulls my top off. My bra follows. His lips find my neck and move down to my stiff nipples. He sucks them, murmuring about how pretty I am, how badly he wants to ruin me. “I’m going to make you my bad little slut, Caroline,” he says, squeezing one tit roughly as the other grabs my hair. I grind harder against his stiffening cock. “We’re going to do terrible things together.”
“That’s what I want.” I push back, tugging at his pants. I get them off and toss them aside. His dick is so hard as I kneel on the hard concrete, scraping my knees. He sits forward and I take him in my hands, stroking him, looking up into his eyes.
His mouth hangs open and his eyes blaze. He wants this as badly as I do. Maybe even more. I tease him, licking his tip, doing it nice and slow, and I can tell it’s driving him crazy.
“Open your pretty mouth,” he says with a note of begging in his voice. “Please, Caroline, fuck, I need to feel it.”
I love that tremble, the way his teeth bite his lower lip, how tense his body is. When I’m with him, there’s nothing else but his intense attention. He can’t think when his cock’s in my mouth, and that’s a power I’m deeply addicted to.
I suck him, moaning as I slide him into my mouth, licking and tasting his salty skin. He moans, one hand grabbing my hair. I’m sloppy and wet, and I don’t care. I let my spit slide down his shaft and I let myself feel everything. His cock in my throat, his hand in my hair, how badly I want him, his hardness pulsing against my lips. I’m not supposed to want a man like Finn to flood me with his madness, but I’m so beyond that now.
“Oh, fuck, Caroline,” he groans, and I hear the edge in his tone, the pure bliss. I suck him faster and he squeezes my tits with his free hand. “Fuck, your pretty mouth feels so damn good. Look at you, baby, sucking my cock. You love it, don’t you? You love getting me all spitty and wet.” He pulls my hair, yanking me back. I gasp in surprise at the pain, but he buries his mouth onto mine. I moan into that kiss and keep stroking him, gripping his thick shaft tightly, my palms soaked from my spit.
“I want… your hand… on my throat,” I whisper, staring into his eyes. “I want it there when I come.”
His hand moves from my hair and wraps lightly around my neck. “Like this?”
“Just like that.” I close my eyes, whimpering at my vulnerability. I trust Finn, but I also know he could kill me if he wanted.
“Come here, you messy girl.” He stands me up and peppers my skin with kisses. He lavishes me with touches, caresses, as he slowly gets my pants off. I kick them aside as my panties come off next, and then he pulls me into his lap. I straddle him again, but this time I arch my back as his tip teases my slit.
“Oh, god,” I moan and press down, taking him deep between my legs.
He stretches me to my limits. There’s always a moment of pain when I’m not sure I can handle him. But that quickly passes as I start to ride him, grinding up and down, his cock filling me deeper and deeper.
“This is where you belong, baby,” he snarls, biting my shoulder as he grabs my hips and fucks me. His thrusts are long and hard and, god, it feels so good when he takes me. “Right here with my cock deep inside of you. This is what you were made for. Taking me again and again until you’re broken.”
He growls, turning, pushing me back down onto the chair. The back collapses flat as I wrap my legs around his waist. He slides into me again, easy as a hand through water. I pull him down and kiss him feverishly as he fucks me, holding my hips. The chair rattles, sliding against the concrete.
“Keep going,” I urge, pleading, not caring who’s in control anymore. There’s only him and me and this feeling building in my core. I need the release so badly it’s like an addiction. His hands move up my flanks and, finally, one big, strong palm curls around my throat.