Indebted Read Online J.L. Beck (A Kingpin Love Affair #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Kingpin Love Affair Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 56267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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“I am?” he questions with amusement in his voice. He is having fun torturing me, and that alone makes him a monster. His finger withdraws from me only to be replaced by his tongue. He swirls it around, dipping it in and out. Never giving me enough…

“I’m dying…” I groan. I feel as if I am dying since my body is on the verge of climaxing, but he won’t let me get there.

“Death, Piccolo, wouldn’t be nearly as peaceful or pleasurable,” he purrs against my clit, giving it one last tug before he inserts two fingers inside me. He pulls his face away as he places one hand on my lower abdomen and uses his other to plow in and out of me.

“Fuuuuuck…”

“Yes?”

“Yes… Yes… Yes…” I feel my ass cheeks sliding across his desk. The intensity of his thrusting with me pushing against him pushes me over the edge. My insides clench and the burning consumes me as a deep warmth radiates gloriously throughout my body.

I feel myself falling back down to earth. My eyes are heavy, and every part of my body feels as I have been through the wringer. I smile blissfully. He may be an evil man, someone who kills people with his hands and guns, but he definitely knows how to pleasure a woman. He can cause you extreme pain or bring you to great lengths of pleasure.

“Coming back down to earth, Piccolo?” he teases, his tongue running across my stomach, dipping into my belly button. I tense as my body is still reeling with aftershocks. I can’t handle anymore, and I whimper as I pull my legs together.

“You’re a monster…” I growl, sitting up. I take in his messy hair and the dashing smile on his face. His eyes twinkle with darkness, need, and even a want deep within. I smile smugly to myself as I realize I affected him this way.

“I am. This I already know. I possess the tools to kill someone with pain or pleasure.” His words are like silk to my insides, melting me over and over again. He doesn’t even have to touch me. This is dangerous; he is dangerous.

The papers that were on his desk have fallen to the floor. I gaze down at his jeans. They are undone, but his cock is still tucked inside. I can see the outline of it bulging, begging to be released. I have given a blow job a time or two in my day, nothing compared to what he has probably already received, but it feels wrong to receive and not give.

Slipping from the desk, I drop to my knees. The plush carpet against my legs makes me shiver. His smile slips as I tug his jeans down and release him. His cock springs free like a caged animal.

I bite my lip and then lick him from base to tip. He smells of soap and all man. It is enticing and makes my blood sing. I have never been bad, never done anything wrong in my life, but this man has me wanting to cross off a whole list of bad things.

“Take me…” he rumbles, his hand wringing into my hair as he pulls it tightly. It stings, almost painfully, but at the same time it shakes me to the core. I watch him carefully as my lips slip over his cock, taking almost all of him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the head. His teeth grit, his jaw clenching under pressure.

I can’t help but reach up and trace the planes of his stomach. His muscles constrict with every lick and suck from my mouth.

“Sei e’ angelo.” His words are a whisper, and though I am not sure what he says, it sounds beautiful. I take him deeper into my mouth until he is hitting the back of my throat with precision. His hands clutch my hair tightly, keeping my face up to his. We stare into one another’s eyes until I feel his balls tightening and his movements become jerky.

His eyes close, and for one tiny minute in time, I get to see a part of him that is peaceful, a part of him that shows insecurity. For a moment, he is stripped bare of all other things that he will be for the day. Right now, he is mine, and I am okay with that.

Hot semen hits the back of my throat, and though it taste absolutely disgusting, I swallow every last drop.

He smiles at me like the devil who has just stole my soul. “I underestimated the hold you have on people. On me.” He says the words out loud, but it seems as if he is talking to himself.

“You’re very welcome, Alzerro,” I mock him, coming to stand next to him. His eyes flare with anger and something else, something deep within. I just can’t place the look.

“You should be thanking me.” I cock an eyebrow. Is this man ever not so full of himself?

“I shouldn’t be thanking you. We should be thanking each other,” I respond haughtily. Turning on my heels, I go over to my new closet to find something to wear. Generally, I am modest and shy about my body, but he has already seen my goodies, and his tongue has tasted them…

When I come out with my clothes in hand, he is still standing there staring at me. His finger, the one he dipped inside me over and over again, is in his mouth. He is sucking on it.

“You taste better than some of the finest wines I have had.” His voice is low, and the room smells of sex. I’ll be damned if every thought about not letting him fuck me flies out the window.

“Do I?” I question.

“Yes… And I’m sure you’ll only taste better as time goes on.” Time stands still between us. His words only cause the ache inside of me to grow. My body begs for him, but my mind—my mind knows how fucked up all this is.

“Guess you’ll never know, will you?” I am baiting him. This game is fire. He is dangerous, and I know he can go off at any time.


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