Slay King (Georgia Smoke #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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He buried his face in my hair, and I held on to him just as fiercely. We stood there in silence as the smell of waffles wafted into the room. I wasn’t hungry anymore. Nothing sounded appealing. Not when I was faced with King leaving me.

• Nineteen •

I think you just ruined me.

Rumor

“Maeme sent breakfast,” King said, dropping off the food she had sent with us back to the stables.

Thatcher was the only one in the lounge room. He was sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone, but the mention of Maeme’s food snapped his head up. “Smells like waffles.”

“Because it is,” King replied.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, shooting up from his seat. His eyes swung to me, and he gave me a crooked grin that didn’t fit him at all. “If she’s gonna cook for you like this while you’re staying there, then you just got a breakfast buddy.”

King was tense as he turned, putting his body between the two of us, as if Thatcher was going to come close to me.

“Relax,” Thatcher drawled. “I’m not the one with a hard-on for her. Sebastian’s the one you have to watch, and he won’t be here.”

I slipped my hand into King’s, trying to ease the tension rolling off him in waves. His much larger hand engulfed mine as he clenched mine tightly, and then he turned toward the door, taking me with him. His pace was fast and purposeful. As if he had to get me to safety and quickly.

The jealous, possessive way he reacted to others was the reassurance that I needed. I didn’t complain. Knowing he wanted to keep me as his was exactly the thing my current emotional state clung to.

Shoving his bedroom door open, he nudged me inside, then slammed the door behind him. “Strip,” he demanded.

I spun around, looking at him as he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it away to land somewhere on the floor. The feral gleam in his eye was like a jolt of electricity between my legs. Reaching for the hem of my own top, I found myself mesmerized by his hands at the zipper on his jeans.

“Now, sweets. I’ll rip that pretty little top right down the middle if I touch you.”

My eyes widened as the image of his words played out in my head. A part of me wanted him to do just that. If I didn’t like this shirt so much, I would let him. Reluctantly, I slipped it off. His eyes were on my bra with a hunger glowing in his gaze.

He made quick work of his jeans and boxer briefs, getting them off at the same time. My mouth watered at the sight of him, and I was so caught up in taking him all in that I forgot that I was supposed to be doing the same.

King stalked toward me then. “Not fast enough,” he growled as he took the front of my bra, ignoring the clasp and jerking it open with one hard pull.

I heard the rip and gasped as his hands went to my shorts. My hands covered his before he could ruin them too.

“I got it,” I said, quickly unbuttoning them, then shoving them down, shaking my hips slightly to get them to shimmy down my legs. When I stepped out of my bottoms, I used my toes to nudge them away.

King’s hands clenched my hips tightly before he got my panties off by ripping them at the seams. Staring at the shredded satin fabric as it fell to the floor, I shivered. My feet left the floor as King picked me up and deposited me on the dresser.

“Open,” he ordered, taking my ankles and putting my feet up on the smooth wood, leaving me exposed to him completely. “Fuck,” he groaned before his head was there.

The first flick of his tongue sent a pulse of pleasure through me so hard that I cried out, burying my fingers into his hair, wanting to hold him there. It was more intense. Something was different. This had been incredible when he’d done it before, but it was better. My body. I was more sensitive.

“Goddamn, sweets, you taste fucking delicious,” he swore as he began to go at me as if I were his favorite candy.

I was lost in the little jolts of nirvanic bursts. Letting go of his head, I had to lean back on my hands to keep from falling against the wall. This was more … almost too much.

It came on so fast and powerful that the world seemed to explode without warning. Screaming out his name, I lifted my hips to meet his mouth, trying to keep his mouth there as the crashing waves of sheer bliss shook me. While my body reeled from the power of my orgasm, I could hear King, but he felt far away.


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