The Good Side of Wrong – Blurred Lines Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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Not in my world. Not in the fucking way I kept myself in control at all times.

But here was this young woman—smart mouth, gorgeous face, perfect body—and she went nose-to-nose with me. She made me question what I actually wanted.

She didn’t cower in front of me like everyone else. And I hadn’t realized that was the biggest power trip I’d ever felt.

Her very presence threatened to unravel my restraint.

It took her a moment to come closer. But I was a patient man, and the hesitation and fear in her face turned me on like nothing else ever had.

This woman made me feel like there was this fire raining inside of me, and there was nothing that could extinguish it.

When she stood a foot from me, I had to curl my fingers around the leather armrest to stop myself from touching her. All I could think about was when I had her thrown over my lap as I spanked her ass.

My palm tingled. I wanted to do it again, to see how red I could make her perfect round bottom.

“Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy better.”

Her pulse was really beating faster and harder at the side of her throat, but she was a good girl and did as I said. The heels made her legs look a mile long, all sleek lines and toned muscles.

The firelight loved her, that golden glow accenting the smooth curves of her feminine body. Her waist was tiny and dipped in, her tits not too big but round enough to fill my hand nicely.

My cock throbbed, my balls ached, and that feeling only got worse when I looked at her cunt. I could see she was wet, her lips glossy, and that arousal smeared along her inner upper thighs.

“Mmm,” I hummed. “You like it when I order you around?” Her chest rose and fell rapidly after I asked, but she didn’t respond. “It’s okay. Daddy likes your body telling me the truth. And not with your pretty mouth.” I pointed to the small coffee table, which sat in front of me.

She looked between me and the piece of furniture. “You want me there?”

I nodded slowly. But tsked when she sat on it like it was a chair.

“No, darling. I want you on your knees, legs spread, arms clasped behind you so those nice little tits are thrust out.” When she was in the position I wanted, I could see the discomfort on her face, and my cock jerked in pleasure. “Are the points of your heels digging into your ass, baby?”

She licked her lips and nodded, a flush rising along her upper chest and snaking up her neck.

I said nothing else as I watched her, leaned back in my chair, the sight before me magnificent.

“You’re so pretty, Persephone.” I let her stay in that position until she shook slightly and a light sheen of sweat beaded her brow.

I wanted her senses and receptors heightened, raw, and seared open for me.

I couldn’t stop myself, didn’t even try, as I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around the center of her throat. I hummed in pleasure. “My scarred, tattooed hand looks good as a necklace on you, sweetheart. Swallow,” I ordered, and she did as I demanded. “I can’t wait to make you do this again when I come down your throat and make you drink every drop.”

She whimpered, and I groaned. I leaned in, dragged my tongue along her jawline, over her lips, licking her like a feline lavishing affection on its mate.

When I pulled back, she swayed forward, and I smiled in satisfaction. Her pupils were fully blown, her nipples a deeper shade of red, and her flesh showcasing goose bumps.

I stood and walked to the minibar, poured myself two fingers of whiskey, and moved back to her. I was pleased she hadn’t moved an inch, although I knew her body was screaming for her to get out of the position.

Standing over her, I knew I intimidated my sweet little Persephone. But that just aroused me even more.

I took a small sip, looking into her eyes. She looked gorgeous with her head tipped back as she gazed at me.

I took one more sip, swallowed, then took a third and held the liquor in my mouth as I set the glass aside.

Leaning forward, I braced my hands on the table on either side of her and focused on her large, beautiful eyes. She was so pretty when she looked nervous.

I didn’t have to tell her what I wanted for her to understand. Because when I grabbed her throat again and tipped her head back, she parted her lips and opened for me.

I let the alcohol drip out of my mouth and into hers, watching some of it spill out the corners and slip down her chin. I continued spitting the liquid into her mouth, feeling her throat move as she swallowed.


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