Blackmailing the Denton Girl – The Denton Family Legacy Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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Pushing those thoughts aside, she made her way out of her room and straight back to the main corridor, only to find Mason wasn’t there. She found him in his office. He’d poured himself a whiskey and was standing near the empty fireplace. During the winter months, there was often a soft fire glowing. It was summer and any essence of a fire would be way too blistering.

She stepped forward, hitting the door, gaining his attention.

Mason turned to her and for several minutes, neither of them said anything. He’d removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, showcasing the spread of his tattoos. His arms were covered, his chest, and there were some on his back. From what she could see, he liked to get inked.

Closing the distance between them, she watched as he took a sip of his drink.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing. Want a taste?”

Tamsin never drank. Other than a few sips of wine or champagne, she liked to keep a level head. Growing up a Denton, then running away and fighting for her life, she had not relished the toxicity of alcohol.

She took a deep breath and then nodded. Taking the glass from him, she pressed it to her lips and took a sip, wrinkling her nose as it burned on the way down.

“That’s horrible.”

Mason chuckled. “I know.”

“Why do you drink it?”

“I guess I love the burn.” He finished off the drink. “Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“Yes.” She looked at him and nibbled her lip, not sure what was happening. They had agreed to sex, to making babies, or at least to sex.

That blasted book upstairs and its suggestions. And people said reading was a good thing. Tamsin reached out and took his hand, holding it in hers.

At first, she didn’t move. She felt frozen in place. This was the first time she had openly touched him, and all she had done was hold his hand.

What am I doing?

Why am I doing this?

Do I even want this?

So many questions rolled around her head and none of them made any kind of sense.

Tamsin placed a hand on his chest. He was so warm. Even through his shirt, she felt the warmth spreading to her hand.

“Tamsin?”

She tilted her head toward him. There was no rule to say she couldn’t kiss him. She wasn’t bound by any laws to say this couldn’t happen. She had made up every single rule and law when it came to this man. No one was going to stop her. No one was going to grab her, throw her in jail, and lock away the key.

She had set the rules and boundaries, and if she wanted to, providing Mason wanted to as well, she could break them. None of the ties that bound them controlled what they did next. This could happen.

Slowly, she slid her hand up his chest. She released a little gasp as she felt his hand on her hip, holding her tightly.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She had no idea.

“I don’t know,” she answered as honestly as she could. “But, I’d like you to kiss me, and to do so because you want to, and because you’re not afraid.”

Mason chuckled. “I’m not afraid of you, Tamsin.”

“What about … me being a Denton?” She tilted her head to the side and looked at him.

“I don’t give a fuck what your name was before. Last time I checked, Tamsin, you’re a Savonas. You’re no Denton.”

And then, he slammed his lips down on hers. Tamsin loved that. In those moments, she didn’t want to be a Denton.

He grasped her hip, pulling her closer, and then one hand gripped her neck, holding her in place. She whimpered as he deepened the kiss. His lips explored her mouth, opened her up, and she took the kiss.

His tongue traced across her lips, and she was so curious, she couldn’t help but touch his with her own. In doing so, she opened her mouth and he took full advantage, plunging his tongue within her mouth.

Her body felt on fire, and she was so aware of where his hands were. The one at her neck was so strong as it held her in place. The other at her hip, she wanted him to move, to touch her.

She didn’t voice her needs. There was no way she was ready to do that. She was more than happy for him to take his time, to explore her. She wasn’t in a rush to start anything.

Or was she?

Her body felt on fire. The clothes she wore felt a little tight, and she wanted to feel his hands all over, touching her.

Mason broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, going to her pulse. She was about to ask him what he was doing, but then he nibbled on a spot on her neck, and Tamsin couldn’t even think.


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