Don’t Tempt Me (Made Men #2) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
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But I forget all that the moment I press into her. The heat of her flesh engulfs my cock, and I nearly lose my mind. She had me suffering so long I’m already done for, so I grip her hips with both hands and give it to her fast and hard.

She lifts her head, arching her tits off the table, and croons my name.

I nearly come just from hearing the need in her voice.

“Joey…oh God, Joey.”

Cristo.

I won’t last. There’s something so hot about this scenario. About conquering Sophie Palazzo.

Because I know she wasn’t happy to see me. She may have been turned on, but she doesn’t like what I am.

She’s the same as her mom, this one.

I shouldn’t take that as a challenge, but I do.

Now I want to hear her beg. To make her ache and arch and cry out for me.

I kick her feet wider and spread her ass cheeks to give her the sensation of my loins slapping against her back hole.

She moans loudly. Gushes lubricant.

“That’s it, babygirl. Take me deep.”

“Yes, please. I will.” She’s babbling. Out of her mind. Exactly the way I want her.

I fuck her harder. Deeper. Faster. My balls tighten and lift.

I reach around and rub her clit with the pad of my middle finger, and she squirts, her muscles tightening around my dick so hard I come.

My shout mingles with her throaty cry of satisfaction, and I keep pounding into her as I release. Eventually, I slow, but keep stroking her clit, wringing out a string of aftershocks.

I lean over and bite her shoulder, and the reality of the scene comes rushing back. “You okay?” I ask, remembering that I barely know this woman. “Was I too rough, angel?”

She lets out a hectic laugh. “I liked it.”

Since she didn’t say no, I’m guessing that means that I definitely crossed a few lines. I couldn’t help it. She had me so riled up, I couldn’t think straight.

I ease out of her and pull up her panties.

“Not sure if my back’s any better, but my dick sure is happy.” Probably a thought I should’ve kept to myself.

Sophie pulls her skirt down and turns to face me. “Let’s, um…let’s not do that again.”

Fuck that. I cock my head, trying to figure this woman out. “We’re definitely doing it again.”

I don’t know what makes me say it, other than that same challenge I feel to conquer Sophie. Because she doesn’t want to want me, but she does.

Her eyes widen with surprise like she’s not used to guys who come on strong.

I reach for her waist. “Let me take you to dinner.”

She shakes her head, stepping back to slip out of my grip. “I’ll let you get dressed.” She escapes from the room before I can protest.

“I’m taking you to dinner,” I call through the door.

Sophie Palazzo might think she can resist me. She might try. But I’m the kinda guy who loves a challenge.

And I intend to make her mine.

I’m the kind of guy who likes to conquer.

And Sophie Palazzo is definitely my next conquest.

Chapter Two

Sophie

My heart thunders as I skitter down the hall to the reception area. What did I just do?

I can’t blame Joey for any of it. I definitely poked the bear.

And I got what I wanted. My body is loose and warm, the sensation of pleasure and well-being flowing through me from the endorphins.

But now I need to shut this thing down immediately.

Forever.

I can’t go to dinner with Joey. I can’t date him. I definitely can’t have sex with him again.

I don’t know what came over me. I must’ve been drugged by his sheer virility. The sight of his naked body. The feel of those firm muscles under my hands. The knowledge that I’d given him a stiffy.

He warned me what would happen if I kept up with my cocktease, and I purposely went on.

Of course, I loved the result. I’ve never had sex like that before. Never in my life. My body is sore and satisfied. Relaxed from the orgasms.

Joey is the opposite of the guys I usually date. The yoga dudes with man-buns. Vegetarian pacifists. School teachers.

Joey is the definition of toxic masculinity.

I guess it stands to reason I’d be attracted to a man like him. He’s like my father. An alpha male who rules his world with violence and domination.

Attractive from a distance but not what I want in my life.

I hear the door open, his heavy footsteps coming down the hall. My heart beats faster as I try to figure out what I’m going to say to him. I have no excuse to offer for my behavior.

No explanation for why I essentially molested him back there until he turned the tables and gave it back to me in spades. No reason why I don’t want to repeat any of this.


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