Niall (Vigilance #2) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: Crime, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vigilance Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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“Yes. I haven’t gotten you to dance for me yet.”

“And you’re not—”

“We’re going to come back here, and I’m going to fuck your brains out. Knowing that will give you extra incentive to stay alive.”

Arlington’s captain took us into Christiansted, a port city on St. Croix, where we had dinner at an amazing restaurant. By the time we got back on the ship, Arlington was so drunk he could barely stand. Lavender and Tiberius were trying to hold him up, but they were nearly as drunk as he was. Most of the rest of the party wasn’t much better off. Marco and I had only drunk a little, but we were pretending to need to hold onto each other. Arlington suggested we entertain each other on the ride back. “And we want to see Niall in action this time,” he added.

Marco snarled, but Walsh laid a hand on his shoulder. “What if Dalton just gives him a lap dance? He can leave his swimsuit on.”

Without waiting for an answer, Dalton pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his shorts down, leaving himself in only a white Speedo before sashaying over to me and leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Please just go along with this. You’re in danger.”

I glanced over at Marco, hoping I could communicate with only a look that I needed to do this. I could tell how unhappy he was by the tension in his body, but he forced a smile. “I suppose that would be fun to watch, but only a lap dance. Niall’s ass is mine.”

He held my gaze as he said it, and I wanted his words to be true. I wanted to be his, not as a game but in reality. That was nothing but a fantasy, though, one that would have to stay in my head like so many others.

Dalton straddled me and encouraged me to recline my chair. “Trust me,” Dalton whispered in my ear. He slid his lips down the side of my neck, and I shivered.

I looked up and saw Marco watching me, his eyes dark. I saw anger mixed with lust there.

Dalton sat up and lifted his arms, placing his hands on the back of his head. He opened his elbows wide and shimmied, displaying his body for me. Then he circled his hips and moved his torso from side to side in a fluid motion. He was stunning, and I couldn’t stop from getting hard. My body liked the way he felt against me.

I looked at Marco. His eyes held mine, and he nodded, encouraging me. I slid my hands down Dalton’s sides and grasped his waist.

Walsh groaned. “That’s good, baby boy. Keep going.”

Dalton did, his cock hard against his Speedo and threatening to push its way out as he danced against me.

He leaned down again. “Compton knows.” A chill went through me, but I kept my smile in place.

Dalton arched like he was riding my cock, and I heard Marco suck in a breath. He liked watching even though he hadn’t wanted to. I wouldn’t have chosen this, but I had to admit seeing Marco turned on by me and Dalton was making me hotter than I’d thought possible. He kissed my chest and then my neck before whispering, “Reach into the back of my suit. Paper there. Call the number.”

“Is he talking dirty to you?” Walsh asked. “We all want to hear.”

Dalton spoke out loud them. “You feel so good. I’ve been watching you all week, wanting to touch you.” He closed his eyes and dropped his head back as he toyed with his nipples. Fuck, he was hot. Had he been a dancer before meeting Walsh?

I sat up, and Dalton adjusted his position. I ran my hands down his back and let them slip into the waistband of his suit. I found a tiny piece of paper. The easiest way to take it was to cup his ass and squeeze, then slide my fingers out and up his back.

He ground against me hard. I gasped and fisted my hands clasping the paper before skimming my palms over my torso and letting the paper slip into my shirt pocket.

Dalton moaned. “Your cock feels so good. I would love to ride it, to feel you spill inside me.”

If he kept this up much longer, I might spill in my pants. Marco’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide. I smiled at him and licked my lips.

“That’s enough,” Marco growled. “You had your fun, but he’s mine.”

Dalton stuck his lip out in a gorgeous pout, but he stopped rocking his hips and climbed off me.

The bulge in the front of his suit was as impressive as it felt. He might be small everywhere else but not there. I wondered if Walsh let Dalton fuck him.

“Thank you for sharing him with me,” Dalton purred. “You’re very lucky.”


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