His To Claim Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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I don’t know what this man wants with me, but surely it can’t be that he’s attracted to me. I feel the largeness of my body as I always do, a cold fact about myself that I hardly even acknowledge, either aloud or to myself.

I should run.

I should scream.

I want to tell him no, but only because I don’t want him to humiliate me. I don’t want him to drag me nakedly across the house and have all his men point at me, laugh at me, make belittling comments about how big I am.

“Now,” he snarls. “I won’t ask you again.”

His words send shivering tension through me, my nipples pricking again. My sex swarms with heat and starlight, my lips feeling engorged and hot like any second they could explode in a sudden release.

There must be something wrong with me because when he snarls like that it feels so freaking right.

“What if I don’t?” I say, trying to make my voice sassy, but it comes out shaky and scared. “Are you going to shoot me? Are you going to hurt me?”

He smirks savagely and stares, and just keeps staring, like any second he’s going to snap. Or maybe that’s just an excuse I give myself as I step out of the shower, water sliding down my naked body, a fierce blush blaring in my cheeks as one half of me prays for clothes and the other prays for this man’s desire.

It’s no use reminding myself that I should hate him.

My body keeps betraying me.

My clit burns.

“Good girl,” Arturo says. He steps back and places the body wash on the floor and steps away. “Now get it.”

I look at the body wash and then at him, wondering if this is some sort of trick. I keep waiting for the punchline to drop, for his men to come rushing in here, laughing, mocking.

But the bathroom door is closed.

It’s just us and the steam and the unreality of this moment.

I make to pick it up, but he shakes his head, the movement subtle and understated like a man used to being obeyed.

“Fucking bend over when you pick it up.”

I feel like I’m walking into a dream as I do as he says, my skin tingling when I turn my back to him. I sense him staring at me, into me, but I’m still not sure about the way he’s staring, about what he’s getting out of this.

The idea that he could want me seems absurd.

He must be at least forty with that iron hair, a seven foot giant, a handsome stern face and a way of speaking that could command women ten times more attractive than me to do anything he wanted.

He’s probably ten times more experienced than me—twenty, a hundred.

“Bend. Over.”

I do it slowly, flinching almost every moment, fully expecting the door to burst open, or for Arturo to laugh at me, or something terrible to happen.

I feel my ass cheeks pushing outward and my sticky hole spread apart.

Arturo lets out a shivering growl when I’m fully bent over, my hand reaching for the body wash.

Chapter Four

Arturo

I didn’t plan on coming here and making this shy intoxicating girl do what I wanted, but when I heard the shower blasting – the last place I expected her to be – something snapped in me.

I could hardly sleep last night.

My thoughts were consumed with her, her curvy-as-fuck body in those sweatpants and hoodie.

And now I see that her clothes weren’t lying.

Her hips are wide, made for grabbing as I ram her needy hole from behind, slamming into her until she’s squirting and creaming on my cock. Her breasts are big and greedy-looking like they need to be sucked and bitten and maybe even slapped a little, and her ass is the crown fucking jewel.

I feel unhinged in a way I never have in my entire life as she keeps bending over, her two ass cheeks round juicy bulbs, and then …

Oh, fuck.

As she bends all the way over, her ass cheeks frame her pink hole, the flesh around her hole sore looking as though she’s just excited as I am, but she’s trying to hide it because she knows it makes her a bad girl for getting so needy and hot when she should hate me.

I can’t let her know the power she has over me.

I can’t let myself go completely, unleash myself like I want to.

I stalk forward, purposefully taking my time, even though the effort is so difficult I have to grit my teeth and growl like a beast.

“Stay like that,” I snap when she moves as if to stand up. “I don’t think you understand, do you, Aida? You do what I say when I say it. Fuck, that ass deserves to be spanked. Tell me to spank you, Aida. Tell me you want it.”


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