Kisses Like Rain (Corsican Crime Lord #4) Read Online Charmaine Pauls

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Corsican Crime Lord Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
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Fisting my cock, she lifts onto her knees and positions the crest at her opening. Instead of lowering herself and taking me inside her, she rubs the head over her clit, lubricating the nub with a drop of pre-cum.

She moans, looking at me from under her long lashes. “We should probably go to the cave.”

“Too late,” I say with a growl of impatience, locking my hands on her hips and pushing her down over my length.

She gasps.

Her pussy is like a hot, velvet fist that milks my cock. “Fuck, cara. You’re tight.”

Her smile is both shy and coquettish. “You’re big.”

“Charmer,” I tease, lifting her hips before lowering her again to set the pace.

Threading my fingers through her wet hair, I pull her down for a kiss, but she flattens her palms on my chest and keeps her distance.

“Sabella,” I say, warning her. Because I want her. And I’m too far gone to stop now.

“Thanks,” she whispers.

I roll my hips, hitting that spot that always makes her cry out. “For what?”

“For staying with Ryan and Celeste. I know it’s not easy for you.”

No, but Ryan made the effort first by staying with us when Sabella came home from the hospital. Besides, this isn’t about me. I’m doing this for her. For my wife.

I search the depths of her soft, brown eyes, wanting to own every secret she’s ever locked into her soul. “There will never be another woman for me, bella. Only you. I can never lose you or let you go.” My voice turns darker, dangerous. Every time I think about losing her, the beast inside me rears his head. “You understand that, don’t you?”

“Then you better always give me a reason to stay.”

She’s not going anywhere. Ever. But I don’t tell her that because it doesn’t matter. I won’t give her a reason to want to leave.

Twisting her hair around my fist, I reel her in. “Shut up, woman, and kiss me.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She gives me her kiss, opening her lips and her heart. Letting me into her body and her soul.

It feels so damn right. I move faster, feeling her deeper and kissing her as if it’s my last moment. My very last breath. And when her pussy clenches around me and I come with her, it feels like destiny.

This is where it began, where I saw her for the first time coming to me drenched and windblown with sand stuck to her skin, looking carefree and happy and like mine. This is where the end of us started. It’s only fitting that we make our new beginning here.

Sabella

* * *

Three years later, January 11th

* * *

Normally, I should be in Marseille, attending my final semester at university, but as I’m passing with flying colors anyway, I took the day off. Angelo wants to take me to a new restaurant in Bastia for lunch, and I promised the kids we’d bake a cake when they come home from school.

I’ll admit it wasn’t always easy being a mommy and working toward finishing my degree, but with good time management and a lot of help from Doris and Angelo as well as my mom who visited us for shorter and longer periods, I’m almost there. The prospect of working in the field still makes me excited. Since National Geographic screened my video on Shark Week, I’ve been invited as a guest speaker to various marine life events, which Letitia Powell uses to her advantage to raise funds for our conservation program. Letitia offered to put in a good word for me at the big research facilities when the time comes to apply for a job. The logistics of working full-time seem daunting, but like with everything, Angelo and I will make it work.

Doris gives Tess an early lunch while I get ready. I pull on my prettiest winter dress and boots, brush out my hair, and apply a little make-up. When Angelo gets home from his business meeting, I’m almost ready. Grabbing my earrings and my bag on my way out of the dressing room, I meet him downstairs.

“You look beautiful,” he says, dragging an appreciative gaze over me.

I peck him on the cheek, inhaling his masculine scent and familiar cologne that still has the power to make my stomach flip. “Likewise.”

He grips my face in his large hand, holding me fast before I can get away, and crashes his mouth on mine in a searing kiss that does more than make my stomach lurch. Keeping me in that possessive grasp, he sweeps his tongue over mine and plunders the depth of my mouth. I’m breathless in a second. In another second, I’ll need change my underwear.

Doris exits the kitchen with Tess on her hip. She clears her throat with a loud, “Ah-hmm.”

Undeterred, Angelo brings the kiss to a slow halt. My lips tingle when he finally lets me go.


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