The Bogeyman’s Woman Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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He pressed her across the dining room table, spread her legs, and ran his hand down her back. He spread the cheeks of her ass and she cried out as he put the tip of his cock to her core and slid in deep. This angle was different. He seemed to be bigger and seemed to go deeper than before. She loved it.

“Hold on, baby.”

He grabbed her hips and Ruin showed her exactly how he wanted to fuck her. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room, taking her higher and higher. She wanted to watch but all she could do at this angle was feel, feel all of him. From the moment she had met Ruin, that was what he’d made her do—feel, live, be. It was so strange. For nine years she had simply existed, going through the motions of work. Not taking part. Getting from one day to the next.

Now, she was alive.

She was breathing.

She was experiencing.

She was finally living.

And it was all because of Ruin.

She didn’t want any of it to end.

He growled her name and it was the best sound in the world to her. Ruin wanted her and she wasn’t going to waste a single moment.

****

Callie closed her eyes as she took a bite of pizza. They’d been locked away in her apartment for the past twenty-four hours, and it was no surprise to Ruin these were the best hours of his freaking life. He’d done a lot of bad shit in his time on this earth. Crazy stuff. Earned the reputation of being the Bogeyman. Had men and women fearing his name. No one knew who he truly was. There were no files, nothing to track. He was no one. And he’d been more than happy to live his life like that. It was how he survived.

Until Callie.

One picture and he had felt his whole fucking world stand still. She was just a woman—a dead woman according to Dante. But she had spoken to him. She had known pain. Callie had been … dying, a little piece of her fading away each day. He had watched her, had seen that she didn’t smile. People ignored her. No one cared. But he did care. He wanted her to live.

“You like pizza?” he asked.

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” She chuckled. “This is really good. I hate the ones that have no taste, when it’s just pizza base and grease.” She wrinkled her nose. “My mom used to make a great one. She’d cook up some ground beef, add lots of spices to it. She’d use pepperoni and three different types of cheese. That was so good.”

“Do you miss your mom?” he asked.

“Yeah, I miss her. I miss both of my parents. They were so in love with each other.” She dropped the pizza down and her shoulders slumped.

“Tell me about them.”

Callie sighed. “There’s not much to … well, they were high school sweethearts. At least that’s what they told me. Mom got pregnant with me straight out of high school. Dad worked like crazy to try to support us.” She wrinkled her nose. “I think it was at some kind of factory or something. We lived in a small town for a long time, and then when the work dried up, we moved here. I think they hated it, but because they had each other, they made the most of it, you know. I don’t want to talk about it. They’ve been gone nine years, so I guess it’s been nine years since I had pizza.”

“Nine years?” he asked.

“Yeah. Mom made me pizza on my birthday, nine years ago. I’m thirty in three weeks,” Callie said.

“I had no idea.” He knew when her birthday was. “You didn’t make pizza?”

She shook her head. “I know how to, but nothing tastes better than your mother’s cooking.”

“Tell me about yourself, Callie,” he said.

She frowned and finished her slice of pizza. They were both naked, with a few blankets and pillows wrapped around them on her living room floor.

“Don’t you think you know enough?”

“Nah, there’s never enough when it comes to you.”

“You’re a smooth talker, Ruin.” She sighed. “You’re the one who’s taken my virginity. Tell me about yourself.”

“I will.” He moved the box of pizza out of the way. “What have I told you about being far away from me?” He pulled her in close, and then changed her so that she straddled him.

He’d done nothing but fuck her and he still wanted her. That feeling was never going away.

“I wasn’t too far and we were eating pizza,” she said.

“Not good enough. I’ve told you, you’re to be by my side always, no excuses.”

She giggled. “You’re insatiable.”

“For you and you alone.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Do you like being an analyst?” he asked. “Putting data into a computer?”


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