Resisting Mr. Granville – Blurred Lines Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Dark, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
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Gently grabbing the back of her skull, I keep my palm firm against her head and guide her to take me deeper. She gags, but remembers to breathe and keeps going until my cock hits the back of her throat. Her brown eyes dart up to mine to see how she’s doing.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her.

Pleasure dances in her eyes and she doubles her efforts.

I guide her and let her suck me for another minute or so, but I can’t stop thinking about getting her pretty little ass on the bed. I want her panties off and my tongue in her cunt. I want her clutching desperately at the sheets and twisting all over the mattress as I wring orgasm after orgasm from her lovely body.

I want to finally know what it feels like to sink my cock inside her.

I use her hair to tug her off my cock. My gaze is hot when I look down at her, my voice hoarser than usual. “On the bed.”

She licks her lips with anticipation, then gets to her feet and goes over to the bed like she was told.

Such a good girl.

Before I can join her, a knock sounds at the door.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“The goddamn house had better be on fire,” I call without opening it.

Then I hear my son’s voice, and my hands clench into fists at my sides. “Tell Kennedy her sandwiches are ready.”

“Go the fuck away, Jonathan.”

Kennedy turns and hides her face in the mattress.

“Kennedy’s hungry. Wanted to make sure all her needs were being met,” he calls back.

That little fucker.

“My needs are being met very well,” she assures him. “You and Jet can split the sandwiches.”

“You sure? You might be eating for two. I can bring a couple of sandwiches up for you—serve you for a change.”

I shove my cock away but don’t bother buttoning my pants. Cracking open the door just enough to glare, I tell him, “Go away.”

“I had a nightmare,” he says mockingly, pulling a pout.

I shoot him a narrowed look and then shut the door in his face.

“Guess I’m on my own, huh?” he says dryly.

Christ.

I’m irritated as I walk away from the door and toward the bed, but I don’t let him interrupt any further.

I approach the bed and see Kennedy poised to apologize for him—again—but I stop her before she can. “Don’t say it.”

She snaps her mouth shut, but I can see she’s still worried.

I don’t let her see that I am, too.

I made my intentions pretty clear downstairs, and he knows I wanted our first time together to be special for her, so deliberately interrupting it is pretty fucking selfish.

It’s alarming, but if he’s developed a little crush on her, he’ll have to get over it. I don’t give a fuck who was inside her first. Kennedy is mine, not his.

I’m also concerned about the way she anxiously gnaws on her bottom lip, her gaze flickering to the door.

I don’t know if he’s still on the other side, but I don’t care—and she shouldn’t, either.

Kennedy gasps as I reach beneath her delicate nightie and yank her white lacy panties down her smooth thighs. I drag them to her knees, then bend to kiss the inside of each one before I tug them the rest of the way off.

“You worried he’s listening?” I ask, causing her eyes to widen guiltily. “Let him fucking listen.”

Her teeth sink into her fleshy bottom lip, but she won’t dare argue with me—not about him. “I—I wasn’t worried,” she insists.

It’s not good enough.

“Who do you belong to, Kennedy?” I ask, idly tracing the curve of her knee.

“You,” she answers promptly.

“That’s right. Me. I’ve let him touch you because I wanted you to have what you needed to heal, but the only person you belong to—the only man you answer to—is me. Jonathan is getting much too comfortable with the idea that he has some kind of claim to you, and that’ll have to be corrected. He can look at you and want you all he wants, but he is not welcome to touch you anymore. Understand?”

She swallows and nods, her eyes big and worried.

“The only man allowed access to your body from now on is me.”

She nods again.

“You were mine the moment I first saw you, Kennedy.” I trail my fingers along the outside of her thigh. “Neither of us knew it yet, but you were.”

The worry eases and her face melts into a soft little smile.

I grab her legs and pull her down so she’s closer to me on the mattress. Once I’m between her thighs where I want to be, I lean down and brace my forearms on the bed on either side of her.

I watch her face as I guide us into uncharted waters. My map isn’t marked for territory like this so I’m not positive it’s the right move, but I know we’ve talked this to death and I still don’t entirely feel I’ve gotten through to her.


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