The Disciples Short Stories Vol 1 Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
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Swallowing back the words, “You’re scaring me.”

“It’s been a long night...” he answers smoothly, as if that should explain everything.

I bump into the bed. There’s no more room to escape.

He reaches for me and for a moment that same terror, that same panic I experienced when the light flicked on, pulling me out of my slumber to see him standing in my bedroom, washes over me.

Then he pulls me close, pressing my body against his hard body. His hand slips to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

“I almost lost my sister. Almost lost Simon and Johnathan…” he confesses as he draws my face closer.

His eyes search my eyes, and as I peer back at him, I’m floored by what I see.

Vulnerability.

It’s not soft, nor weak. Like him, it’s alluringly deceptive. Dangerous. A sharp-edged blade that will cut if not handled carefully.

Never, for as long I’ve known him, has he exuded anything but power and confidence. Even with me. To do anything else would be a sign of weakness. A death sentence in this city.

Yet, there it is, staring back at me.

“I need you, Lily,” he admits, and the admission alone hits me like a punch to the chest.

This great and powerful Lucifer needs me.

Me.

I manage to get one soft, breathless word past my lips.

“Matthew…”

And then his lips are upon me.

Fingers tightening in my hair, my scalp stings as he pulls me even closer. His mouth devouring me as he holds me in place.

Despite his vulnerability, or perhaps because of his vulnerability, there’s no tenderness, no gentleness in the way he kisses me. His lips press hard at my lips and then his tongue is pushing and prodding before forcing its way past my teeth.

There’s no time to get my bearings, no time to conjure a thought, no time to take a breath.

As the first taste of him settles on my tongue, whatever fear I was feeling melts away. Replaced by something I’ve grown quite familiar with since I’ve met him.

Uncontrollable desire.

His smell, his taste, his touch, his heat. Everything that encompasses him fills the empty places inside me.

Leaving me craving more.

“Lily,” he groans into my mouth, pushing forward.

I manage to suck in a much-needed gasp of air as his hips meet my hips, bending me back.

Coming down on top of me as he lowers me to the bed, his hand pushes through the silky fabric of my robe, spreading it open. A knee nudges at my knees, urging me to accept him.

“After spending a night in hell,” he groans as his hand covers my breast, squeezing. “I need a taste of heaven.”

Head dipping down, Matthew nips at my breast. Teeth tugging at the silky red fabric of my nightgown.

Finding my nipple, he teases and tortures me, mouth pulling and pulling, until it tightens into a hard point that throbs and aches.

So hard, it’s trying to stab through the silk.

“Matthew, please,” I groan, ass squirming against the bed as he moves to my other breast.

I’m in no mood for a long night of his teasing. After the emotional roller coaster we’ve gone through today, I want him inside of me now.

I’m ready to help him rid himself of his demons.

“Be still, Lilith,” he growls and then his teeth nip me. “And let me have my way with you.”

The jolt of the nip has me trying to sit up, but his hand comes down on my stomach, pushing me back down.

I groan again, this time in frustration, and he chuckles. His warm breath washing over me as he takes his time torturing my other nipple.

I could push him. Could incite him to the point that he takes me roughly… but that’s not what we both need. Or want.

At least, not yet…

Only when both my breasts are heavy, my nipples tingling almost painfully, does he begin to slide down. His mouth hot against the silk of my nightgown until it looks like he’s purposely left a pattern of crimson marks all over my body.

Marking me with bloody kisses.

Hands rubbing down my sides, I shiver as he pushes my nightgown up my thighs to bunch around my hips.

His eyes burn into me and I swear I can feel the heat searing into my flesh.

Dragging his gaze down, his eyes bore between my thighs, and he clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as if I’m a naughty child who’s disappointed him. “You should know better by now than to bother with undergarments in my presence.”

Yes, I should, but I love how worked up it makes him.

Grabbing my panties, he wastes no time shredding the flimsy fabric. Then he grabs my legs and pushes them open.

Cool air hits my sex followed by his warm breath. Before I can brace or prepare myself, his tongue is sliding through my lips and dragging across my clit.


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