Vanished In Newark – Vanished Series Read Online M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
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“From whom? Elisia?”

“No… Fidel Popov.”

“What’s the message?”

“Tell O’Brien that I’m coming for him next. That was all he said. I’m scared, Sean. I can’t lose you. I just found you. I won’t,” I say crying. I’ve got to get this shit under control.

“You won’t, Lorielle. I’ll be ready for that fucker. We should probably skip that bath for a few days. Don’t want that wound getting infected. Let’s get you into bed. I have some frozen peas we can put on your eyes and a pain pill.”

“Okay,” I say, letting him undress me. There’s nothing sexy about this though. He helps me into a clean nightgown and then I crawl into bed. He hands me the vegetables and I put them over my eyes.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you, Lorielle. You’re my heart and my soul now.”

“We’re okay, Sean. You’re mine too, but we gotta be smart about this. I love you. It’s crazy but I love you.”

“I love you too, Lorielle. More than I can even understand. I didn’t believe in love until today. Not at all. You’ve changed me.”

“You’ve changed me too.”

“Rest,” he says kissing my knuckles, the only part of my body that doesn’t hurt. I sleep for hours and hours and when I wake up, I feel better. Not a hundred percent, but better. I crawl out of bed, realizing I can see, so… good sign. I do my business in the bathroom.

“Motherfucker,” I shout after catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror while washing my hands. My face is a giant mushy-looking bruise. There are cuts, scraps, stitches, everywhere. My hair is a giant knot, I better not have to cut it. I love my long hair.

“What! What’s wrong?” Sean asks, running into the bathroom, wearing just his boxers and carrying a big ass gun.

“Look at my face! I’m going to kill that bitch. I’m gonna rip her from limb to limb.”

“You’ll get your chance. Don’t worry, baby. I gotta say this murderous look on you is sexy as hell,” he says moving to stand behind me.

“Is it?” I ask, coyly.

“Hell yes. As soon as you feel up to it, I’m gonna tear that pussy up,” he growls into my ear, pulling my nightgown up a little.

“Oh, I’m up to it. My pussy doesn’t hurt.”

“Give me ten minutes,” he says.

“You’re on.”

Despite everything that happened with the Popov’s, getting captured by this man is the very best thing to ever happen to me. I just know it.

EPILOGUE

SEAN

ONE YEAR LATER

I immediately put my grandmother’s ring on her finger after Everett saved her. I was panicked when I came home she wasn’t there, but a few hours later, she was dropped on the doorstep of my parent’s house. I was going to take her to the hospital, but something told me she wouldn’t make it that far. I had Everett meet me at a warehouse, where I paced the floor while he and his girl, River worked on her. Not being able to do anything to help her broke me. Now, she’s happy, healthy, and pregnant with my kid. We are out to dinner, but she’s been so horny this month, that she’s basically giving me a foot job under the table. Damn, she’s so adventurous when it comes to our lovemaking, and she’s got me doing it too. Straight-laced Sean O’Brien who couldn’t even look people in the eye a year ago does all kinds of things now I never would have thought possible. It’s her. She brings out the animal in me and I fucking love it.

“Stop,” I demand, and she drops her foot. I signal for the check and pay it with a wad of cash, before taking her hand and leading her out to the valet stand. She rubs her body up against me as we wait for the car. In the car, once we are away from all the lights, she leans over and opens my pants, pulling my hard cock out. She jerks me slowly, giving me what I want.

“Are you going to come?” she moans. I look over and see that she’s pulled her dress up and is rubbing her clit. Her panties pushed to the side. Good Goddamn, how did I get so fucking lucky? Being Irish has nothing to do with it.

“Stop touching my pussy,” I demand, white knuckling the steering wheel. She removes her hand from her cunt. “Feed them to me.” She quickly shoves her soaking wet fingers into my mouth. I groan at the taste and push my foot down on the gas, speeding down the street. We moved into my parent's house and took everything over. I screech to a halt in the driveway. I tuck my dick back into my pants and scramble around the car to the passenger seat. I get her out of the car, and we run up the steps and into the house. My men know better than to bother me when we are like this. We bound up the stairs and lock ourselves in our bedroom.


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