A Vow Of Hate Read Online Lylah James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 117176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
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“What do you think about when you touch yourself at night?” I asked, my voice gritty and rough to my own ears.

“You,” she breathed. Julianna slid a single digit inside her core; her back arched and her lips parted with a tiniest whimper.

Goddamn it.

She was pink and wet, clenching and inviting.

Julianna Spencer wasn’t only a good actress, a pretty manipulator and dubious liar – but she was also a tantalizing seductress – an intriguing combination of innocence and lust.

I should have been smarter than my body’s urges. I should have been more in control of my impulses – but my cock throbbed and I was just a goner.

My fists clenched as she fingered herself, her moans spilling past her red lips. The musky scent of her arousal was now heavy in the room and I practically ripped my shirt off my body. Her gaze lingered on my chest and I watched as her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, chasing her release.

Her back bowed and she threw her head back, on the precipice of orgasm. “Stop,” I hissed.

She whimpered, her body tensing. “No,” she mewled, her thumb circling her clit with frantic need, desperate for a release. “Please.”

I surged forward, the table screeching back, and I heard the whiskey bottle crashing onto the floor. But I didn’t care.

Julianna yelped when my arm curled around her waist, pulling her up. Her hands slammed into my chest in surprise, her wet fingers splaying over my pecs. Smearing my bare skin with her sweet fucking juices.

I dumped Julianna on the bed and she bounced with a gasp. She swallowed hard and looked at me with those grey eyes I loathed so much. Her hands came up and she covered her chest, as if to hide her nakedness from me.

So vulnerable, I could easily break her.

Her whole body trembled as she stayed on her back, completely bare to me except for the black lace mask.

“Killian–”

My jaw clenched at the sound of my name on her tongue. “Turn around. On your hands and knees,” I snapped. Angry at her ugly deception. Furious at myself for feeling something at the sight of her naked and flushed body, needy and so goddamn… beautiful, like the temptress she was. It wasn’t fair that Julianna had such power over my thoughts, my heart and now my dick.

“Now,” I clipped, my voice hoarse. Flustered, she scrambled to her hands and knees. She was still somewhat in a needy trance after I had denied her the orgasm she had been so desperately chasing.

I didn’t want to look at Julianna when I was fucking her, didn’t want to look in the eyes that haunted me.

I was merely doing my husbandly duty. There would be no pleasure from this.

Not for her.

Not for me.

Our intimacy started and ended with this. A simple fuck.

Once she was on her knees on the edge of the bed, and against my own accord, I took a single second to appreciate the elegant curve of her back and her round ass.

With a growl, I unzipped myself and pushed down my pants, freeing my hardened length. I fisted myself, squeezing my erection from the tip to the base.

I lowered my body atop of hers, rubbing my shaft against her wet folds. Her back arched and I curled an arm around her hips, holding her still before I pushed inside – with one forceful thrust, I wedged myself deep inside her. I wasn’t gentle, as I had promised, but she took all of me, stretched tight around my thick erection.

Julianna let out a choked cry and her body spasmed, her pussy tightening around my dick, practically strangling it.

“Fuck,” I hissed. She was as tight as a fist and her core pulsated around my length.

My heart thudded.

Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, her back arching against my groin. “Killian,” she gasped, almost in pain.

“I told you,” my chest rattled with a harsh growl, “I won’t be gentle. I will hurt you. Wreck you. Possess you.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Julianna hissed.

My lips curled, feeling both pleased and cruel. “Gladly, Beasty.”

I pulled out, almost completely – leaving only the tip inside her before slamming back into her tight channel. Her body trembled, gooseflesh peppering her back and she whimpered.

I liked the sounds she made. Like she was fighting pain and pleasure, craving both – needing both.

I pumped into her again, each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. I quickly found my stride and she rocked her hips back to meet mine. The wet sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing against the walls.

She pressed her face into the mattress, muffling her needy whimpers and moans of pleasure. A groan vibrated from my chest as I plunged inside again, feeling the way she clenched around me. My balls tightened and I knew I was close.


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