Wild Card Read online Renee Rose (Vegas Underground #8)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas Underground Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
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I say more than I ever intended to tell her. “I really don’t think it was us, doll. He was working with the Russians, too. I’m gonna follow up there. But it wasn’t my brother-in-law, either. He was living in Russia at the time.”

She turns and throws her arms around my neck and buries her head against my shoulder. Her entire body trembles. She’s holding her breath.

“You can cry if you need to, little girl. Or I can fuck you blind. Whatever the hell you want.”

Her tears wet my neck, but she whispers, “I’ll take the second option” and peels off her panties.

“On your knees,” I command. “Bend over the seat.” There’s plenty of room for me to pound her from behind, and I figure that’s how she wants it.

Judging by how quickly she drops into position, I’d say I guessed right.

I unzip and stand on my knees behind her, holding her torso down, even though she’s not resisting.

I rub the head of my cock over her slit and then slide in, the shudder of pleasure immediate. We don’t have much time, so I make it count. I hold her by her nape and pump into her.

“Oh God, yes,” she moans.

She feels so good, but this isn’t for me. I need to make her come. Give her what she needs. I jackhammer into her, make it hard and rough. She arches her back to take me deeper, picks her head up from the seat.

I wrap my hand over her mouth and plug her nose with my thumb.

She jerks in surprise and struggles. I let her breathe again. “I don’t wanna leave marks on your neck, bella, so you’re gonna hold your breath until you come. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” I keep fucking her hard and block her air passages again. This time she’s ready. She doesn’t fight it at first. Then she struggles. I let her breathe again.

“This time,” I tell her sternly. “This time you’re going to come, capiche?”

“Okay, yes. Please.”

I chuckle at the please. So damn cute. I cover her mouth and nose again. I told her how it’s going down, and apparently my balls are also on board, because they tighten up, heat flashes at the base of my spine. I close my mouth on a shout and bury myself deep in her to come, pulling her torso up off the seat and back against my chest.

She lets out a cry against my hand and then she comes. Violently. Her body jerks and twitches. Her cunt squeezes and releases.

I don’t want it to end. I definitely don’t want to get out of the limo. But it’s stopped. The driver is being cool because I told him I’d take care of him if he took care of me.

“Are you okay, doll?” I parted my fingers so she could breathe, but they’re still clamped over her mouth. I peel them away now and turn her chin to see her eyes.

They are aware.

“Yes.” She’s back.

I pull out and clean us both up with some of the napkins provided. Before I let her up, I spank her ass until it turns a pretty shade of pink.

“You got what you needed?” I ask.

When I let her up and see her face, it’s transformed. There’s color in her cheeks. Light behind her eyes. She smiles that wide smile at me.

“I’m much better, thank you.”

I grip the sides of her face and kiss her. “I’m gonna take care of you, doll. Every time. You just have to let me.”

She nods. “I want to.”

I want to.

It’s different than I will.

But it will have to do for now.

Caitlin

I feel a million times better as we walk to the door of the sprawling estate. My ass is warm and tingly, my clit still pulses from the orgasm and all the feel-good chemicals are pumping through my veins.

I’m ready to marry Paolo on the spot for knowing what I needed.

Well, I would if I knew how to trust people, which I don’t. I’m realizing that even if the Tacone family had nothing to do with my dad’s death, I’m terrified of getting close to Paolo. Letting anyone in. I’m already so broken I don’t believe I can rely on anyone but me. I don’t want to make the mistake of believing I can only to have it not work out.

The woman who answers the door looks even younger than I am. “Hey, guys.” She has a plump blonde baby girl on her hip and she pops the child higher before she leans forward and gives Paolo the double-cheek kisses.

“This is Caitlin, my girl. Be nice to her.”

“When am I ever not nice?” The woman scoffs and pulls me into a one-armed hug. “It’s great to meet you. “I’m Alessia, the baby sister. Come on in.”

I get nervous again inside. The giant living room is filled with the Tacone family and they all stop and look at us with interest.


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