Step-Hero (Wanting What’s Wrong #1) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
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I count to three. To take a moment. It had to be a mistake. It had to be. But his grip is tight on my windpipe, making it hard to take a full breath. Making it hard to think about anything other than his raw, masculine power.

Instinct overtakes me. Desire knocks down my morality. “No,” I gasp, the word stomping out all logic, as the heat from his body flows over me.

“Good.”

I swallow against his palm. “Is it?”

He nods. “I had to jump in that ice cold water to get my cock under control this morning. I’d have fucked you ten times before you woke up. But you needed to sleep. And, you look fucking cute while you sleep.”

My hips tip into him, and I feel my wetness start to flow out of me, hot and needy. “Really?”

He nods, like he’s borderline pissed about it. “Don’t you fucking do that to me. Ever again.”

“Do what?”

“Lie to me. Be polite. Fucking sugarcoat things. You want me and I want you and I don’t give a fuck about how we got here. That clear?”

He digs his muscular, powerful, lethal hand into my throat, his thumb sinking viciously into the hollow of my cheek. “Clear?” he barks.

“Clear,” I gasp.

“Good girl,” he growls, making my belly flip. He cups my cheek and his other hand takes mine, guiding it over the front of his pants. He runs my open palm over his hard cock. “No fucking mistake here. None.”

I run my hand up and down, feeling the swelling length under the fabric, my own tingling fire beginning to erupt inside me. Once again, I’m aware of my tender ass from last night.

In my desire, and under his unwavering protection, I find my confidence. My sass and sparkle. “I thought you took care of that. Or wasn’t the water cold enough?”

“I was fucking fine until I saw you. The way the light cuts through this dress, showing everything I want to sink my teeth into again.”

He leans down, licking my lips with his tongue, and gives my lower lip a quick, nasty bite.

“Ouch,” I snarl, and reflexively slap his face away.

His eyebrow shoots up, that vein in his forehead coming to life. “Did you just slap my fucking face, little girl?”

Oh shit. “I…”

“You liked your punishment yesterday. You fucking loved it.” His voice deepens as he snaps his tongue over his teeth. “You can just ask for more baby. No hitting Daddy just to get what you need.”

My belly clenches and my heart takes off like a race horse running the Preakness. But I can’t find a single word.

“No point in being shy, baby girl. I got to taste the evidence.”

I let out a groan that sounds so urgent, so dirty, that it surprises even me. Never in my entire life would I have imagined a man like him would want me. Like he’s a wolf and I’m his mate.

And he’s never going to let me go.

“I loved it,” I say, barely louder than the drizzle pattering down. My cheeks flush almost painfully and I find myself biting my cheek at the flash of that crooked smile, as I dance my tongue across my lower lip.

Now it’s his turn to groan. More primal. More intense. More aggressive than I could ever be.

“You keep rubbing my dick and batting those lashes, and I’m going to shoot my load right here, baby girl.”

“Again?”

“Fucking right. Your dimples make me lose. My. Shit.”

The muscles in his chest flex as I run my hand over the smooth hard skin of his pecs, avoiding the bandages, while my other palm still works the tall stiff erection inside his pants.

“Time to take this inside, baby girl,” he says, his breath hot and sweet against my cheek. He envelops me in his arms, lifting me up against him, as my ankles lock behind the hard, smooth muscles of his waist.

“Oh, Trent,” I gasp. His hand slips up under my dress, cupping my ass, my already-damp slit riding hard against his body. The tension grows inside me as his abs press against my clit with every step, making me pulse and flutter. I can’t help but groan and lower my head onto his rock-solid shoulder.

“I feel that fucking greedy little pussy on my belly,” he growls. “You’re going to make me lose my goddamned mind.” He kisses my neck as he brings me through the living room, into a guest suite that looks out over the lake, lowering me onto the bed, and finally rolling me over onto all fours.

“Lose the dress. Now.” He tugs the fabric over my head, leaning down to take my mouth again in a deep, passionate kiss. “Time for me to ripen that ass of yours for lying to me. And then I’m going back into that pussy for an hour or so.”


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