Own Me (Masters of Corsica #1) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters of Corsica Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“You’re mine, Nicolette. We have a deal, don’t we?”

“Mhm,” I nod as he licks the column of my neck and nips at my collarbone. My pulse gallops in my chest.

“We already covered the fact that I like to be in control. I like to dominate. And when it comes to sex…”

“The kinkier the better?” I supply. “Yeah, I can get behind that.”

“Perfect,” he whispers. “We start right now. I want your hands behind your head like you did before. But this time, you close your eyes. If you open them, I’ll take you straight across my knee then make you watch while I come all over your naked body and leave you panting.”

Well, then, if we didn’t just jump straight in with both feet.

“Yes,” I say, playing right along. “Yes, sir.”

“Will you obey me, then?”

“I will.”

“Good girl. What a very good girl. You deserve to be rewarded richly, Nicolette. And don’t worry about anyone overhearing us. This room is as far away from anyone else as you can get. I chose it on purpose.”

Of course he did.

“Now. Do as I said.”

I’m completely stark naked on his bed. Exhausted and worried and so in my head I can’t shake it. But I want to obey, I want to see what he’ll do to me next. So I lace my fingers behind my head, leaving my body exposed and vulnerable. I feel the weight of him on the bed. His hands on my knees while he draws my legs apart.

“Jesus Christ,” he curses. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Look at you.”

Most men are turned on visually. I love that he likes what he sees.

With my eyes closed, I feel my cheeks heat. I want to open my eyes. I want to see him looking at me hungrily, but I force myself to obey him. He told me exactly what would happen if I didn’t.

I start at the feel of his warm hand on my hip, a gentle stroke that makes me sigh into his touch. I wait to feel him touch my breasts or my ass, but he doesn’t. His touches are sensual and possessive, but nearly chaste. Tucking my hair behind my ear, a kiss to my temple, his hand on the back of my neck.

I’m boneless and panting when I feel the weight of him on me.

“You can open your eyes,” he whispers.

I obey. I watch him as he looks at me as if I’m a masterpiece. I shiver in anticipation.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he orders. “Watch me.”

I hungrily watch as he strips out of his clothes with firm, confident moves. His shirt falls to the bed. I stifle a moan when he grabs the hem of his tee and tugs it off in one swift movement, revealing toned abs and a smattering of dark curly hair across his chest. I want to touch his body and feel his latent strength, but something tells me to wait.

Next, his belt, followed by the rest of his clothes.

I hold my breath. I’ve never wanted a man inside me so badly in my life.

Holding my gaze, he spreads my legs. Guides himself into me. Slowly strokes with a firm thrust of his hips. I’m so ready for him, I whimper when my sex clenches around him. My heart beats faster to the steady tempo of his lovemaking. Sparks of electricity dance across my skin, and when my arms lace around his neck, he holds me to him.

“Fabien…” I don’t know why I whisper his name, but when he brings his mouth to mine, I shatter into brilliant fragments of bliss as he shudders with his own release.

He holds me in the quiet aftermath, our breathing still ragged.

I feared his obsession. I feared everything he’d say and do. I feared how he is.

But now I’m wondering if I’m not the one obsessed with him.

CHAPTER NINE

Fabien

“I could stay here forever,” I say with a groan. “But I promised my mother. We’re here because of my promise to her.”

I roll off her reluctantly and sigh. In silence, I make my way to the bathroom to get something to clean us up with.

“I understand. And I’m here because I made a promise to you, so why don’t I get dolled up? We also need to come up with a story.”

“A story?”

“Right, so that if anyone asks how we met…” She winks at me. So fucking beautiful.

“I can’t tell them you work at La Maison and I paid you to come here this weekend. Right. Okay, so we met at a coffee shop in Corsica and hit it off over a discussion of philosophy.”

I’m no stranger to fear. So when I watched her response to my family, I knew she suspected something’s up. She probably doesn’t know much about the Gerard family. When she does, will she leave? Or will she stay for the sake of the money?


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