The Dead King Read Online Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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He slammed me facedown on the desk, holding me in place with one hand between my shoulder blades. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you like an animal.”

No, I wanted him to fuck me like I was his.

His free hand moved behind me, and then he tore down my jeans and panties, leaving my bare ass exposed to him.

His cold hands gripped my hips and then…

I gasped from the delicious pain of his penetration. He pulled out and thrust once more, making me cry out. He used his powerful arms and the weight of his large frame to hold me in place and drive deep.

Each time he left me, I ached. Each time he filled me back up, I felt a rush of dark, delicious pleasure.

I moaned in ecstasy, soaking up the sensation of his cock pounding into me, the friction of it gliding against my tight walls, fueling the fire. Each stroke pushed me closer, to a place where only his body and mine existed, where he gave me pleasure that mixed with the sweet pain of his thick cock.

I moved my hands over the desk and wrapped my fingers around the edge, trying to brace myself as his large frame bowed over my back and his hips slammed into me at a steady pace. He fucked like I thought he would. In control, taking what he wanted, sating his lust like a dark hungry creature.

I wanted it.

I wanted him to use my body for his pleasure. I wanted to hear him growl as he came. I wanted his mind filled with thoughts of me.

I lifted my ass, allowing him to drive deeper, welcoming him into my body.

He took the offer.

It hurt. It hurt so good when his length pushed too far. I savored the fact that my cries fueled him. He relished knowing he was too big for my body. I could feel his male ego delighting in it.

Why did I want to please him so much? Why did feeding his dark sadistic nature make me want to come?

I didn’t know.

I didn’t care.

I lifted my chest off the desk, planting my forearms in front of me. The pace of his thrusting grew faster, each movement more forceful.

I rocked my hips back, in time to each motion, welcoming his hungry cock. That’s right. Fuck me, I thought. Fuck me. Give me everything. Just don’t stop.

The head of his shaft worked against that spot deep inside me, and then I exploded. My entire body clenched up as the hard wave of ecstasy took hold, pushing my mind out of my body.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. There was only him and me and an endless stream of erotic pulses I had no control over.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned with pleasure. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” His words told me that he was right there inside my head—feeling, hearing, knowing what I knew: This was not just fucking. This was not savage lust, sinful and crude. He was inside my body and mind, and I was giving myself over to him.

The waves of pleasure began to abate, my mind becoming aware of us again, of him hammering into me, taking what he needed.

Then he stopped, fully sheathed inside my slick walls. He released a guttural groan, like a ferocious predator. He held my hips firm, digging his fingers into the soft skin as he flooded me.

I gently rocked my hips, wanting to milk it, to make his pleasure last longer. I wanted him to feel what I had just felt.

Our bodies craved one another.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

After we had sex, Jack didn’t say much. He never did, but this felt different. I could see a wildness in his blue eyes, like he was lit on fire.

We dressed, and he took my hand, dragging me back to the hotel several blocks away.

It was night now, dark and foggy, but no longer raining. Thank God.

The strange part was, as we passed a group of sketchy guys on the street, all with neck tats and hands suspiciously in their pockets, they took one look at us and walked away.

Maybe they sensed what I was—this Seer who could send death after them. I didn’t know, but in my heart, I understood that I’d turned some sort of corner. I’d shed my old skin. I wasn’t afraid of people anymore. I wasn’t afraid of anything except losing Jack. He felt like an anchor in my dark storm.

And, no, it didn’t make sense. I had just met him, but I couldn’t help how I felt. His power drew me in. His beauty was addictive. His darkness was hypnotic.

We got back to his room, and he immediately stripped off my clothes. He stroked between my legs and kissed me hard, his lips lulling me away from reality.


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