It Destroys Me (Betrayal #6) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Betrayal Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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I let her pull me, my fingers encompassing her hand completely as we stepped into my suite. A couple lamps had been turned on by George so the lights were low but still on. It was the first time she’d been in there with me in a long time. The memories of Andrea and the others were instantly wiped away.

She let me go and turned her back to me, her hands moving to the center of her spine where the zipper was hidden in the material. She tugged it down, and the fabric immediately came loose before the dress started to fall down her body.

I watched, seeing more of her beautiful skin revealed as the material made its way down, slipping away from her perfect body until it dropped to the floor. Her bare ass was in view because she’d chosen to go commando tonight.

I swallowed.

She turned around and lifted herself onto my bed. She crossed her legs and began to work the clasp of her heels, slipping one off at a time, her tits firm and her nipples hard because she was clearly cold.

I hadn’t been hard like this…ever.

When the last heel dropped to the floor, she looked at me expectantly, her thick hair over her shoulders and down the front of her chest. A little necklace was at the hollow of her throat, brilliant gold.

I stared at her for a solid ten seconds because she looked like a fucking vision. A daydream. A fantasy. Not real in the slightest.

She waited, the confidence slowly draining from her eyes as if my silence meant disinterest.

I pulled my shirt over the back of my head and tossed it aside.

Her stare hardened just the way mine had, her eyes focusing on my firm chest, her thighs subconsciously squeezing together like my hips were between them.

I kicked off my boots then dropped my jeans, taking the boxers with them so my dick could stand free.

She stared at it, a flush slowly coming into her face.

I was wanted by every woman I’d been with, but Astrid’s desire had always been different. Profound and visible to the naked eye. With a quiet desperation that somehow remained unclingy. When she’d wanted to be with me and I turned down her affection, the heartbreak had been on the surface of her eyes like broken ice on a frozen river. Her body burned for my appearance, but her heart was ablaze for everything beneath the flesh. I should’ve assumed she wanted me for my looks or my money, but somehow I knew it was more.

I came to the bed, and she inhaled a deep breath in anticipation, so distinct I could see it and hear it. I moved over her, and she immediately lay back as her hands slid up my back and scooped me into her, her ankles immediately locking at my waist to anchor me to her so I couldn’t pull away.

My hand slid deep into her hair as I held myself over her, watching her green eyes turn into emeralds when the fire turned into an inferno.

Her hand cupped my face before it slid into my hair, her eyes looking over me with adoration, memorizing my appearance as if she would never see it again. “This feels like a dream…because I’ve dreamed this so many times.” Her thighs tugged on my body to bring me close, to catch my lips with hers.

My mouth landed on hers…and it was still there.

Everything I’d tried so hard to forget. Passion. Intensity. Desperation. It all happened at the touch of our lips. I didn’t kiss the women I paid to fuck me. I barely kissed women I picked up at the bar. But I kissed Astrid like it was as good as sex.

Her lips trembled as she felt mine, like she might cry, but then she tilted her head and kissed me harder, caught my bottom lip with her rose-petal lips, giving me a breath of her warm air that tasted like wine. Her hands started to scratch down my back like I was inside her, and her thighs squeezed my waist like she was ready to come.

And all I did was kiss her.

I gave her my tongue and was met with hers, an enthusiasm so passionate and unbridled. Her nails carved at my flesh, and she continued to tug on me, giving a sexy sigh when my hard dick pressed against her clit with the perfect pressure. My dick oozed from the tip, and her glistening sex stamped my dick with lubrication.

I didn’t want to wear a condom, but I didn’t want to ask all the questions I needed to, not in the heat of the moment. So I started to pull away to roll one on.

But her locked ankles wouldn’t let me go. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”


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