Bones – The Dark Kingdom Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
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I’m screaming his name while the heat licks over my skin, burning me alive. In the back of my mind, I realize that everyone in the suite can hear me, but I just can’t care enough to be quiet.

I’m shaking uncontrollably when he smiles, looking between my legs. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you come all over my cock.”

I whimper.

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine while his hips pick up. He fucks me until he’s stiffening, coming inside me. I close my eyes, unable to hold them open any longer.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

BONES

SHE LIES NEXT to me with her eyes closed, sound asleep. I cleaned her up after we were done, and she didn’t even move. The poor thing is still exhausted.

I get up out of bed, grab my cell out of my jeans pocket, and pull up a number, sending a quick text. Once done, I get dressed and exit the room, closing the door behind me.

Titan is on his phone sitting on the couch, Cross and Grave are both standing in the kitchen, and Tristan is over at the floor-to-ceiling windows. I walk over to him. “Thanks again for the help today.”

He nods. “You know I’ll help you however I can.” His eyes go to the closed master suite door and then back to me. “She has to go back to Vegas.”

“I know.”

“Do you have men you can put on her? She’s going to need around-the-clock detail. Until we know who else is involved, we can’t risk her safety.”

“The only person I trust who isn’t here is Luca, and he’s in no condition to protect her.” I sigh heavily. Nite is another option, but he’ll already be in France. He’s got the tracker, and he’s staying there with it until we arrive. We couldn’t just send a tracker and drop it off. It needs some sort of movement.

“I’ll call Avery,” he says, pulling his cell out of his slacks.

“Isn’t he in Canada?” I ask. Avery is his older brother. I’m not as close with him as I am Tristan, though.

Tristan nods. “But you can trust him.”

“I know where they are.”

Tristan and I both turn around to see a sleepy-looking Mia standing outside the bedroom door, fully dressed once again.

“Who?” Grave asks, shoving a piece of pie into his mouth that he ordered from room service.

“My brother and Richard. I know where they are.”

“Where?” Tristan beats me to it.

“When we arrived in New York, they took me to my father’s warehouse. That’s where they kept me until the auction. They’re staying there.”

“Did you see your father?” I ask, and she shakes her head.

I look over at Tristan, and he shrugs. “Might be our best bet,” he states, understanding my silent question.

Running a hand through my hair, I sigh. “Text Nite. Tell him to drop the tracker and come right back,” I order Titan, and he nods.

“But I thought we needed him to stay there with it,” Grave argues.

“That was when we wanted them to come to us. If we can get to them before they leave New York, then there is no reason for him to be there. He needs to be here with Mia while we go after her brother and Richard.”

She steps toward me. “Dillan, I can help.”

“Absolutely not. You will stay here in the suite with Nite.”

“But—”

“Your life is not up for debate, Mia,” I interrupt her. She’s had too many close calls as it is already. I’m not taking any chances. If they realize what we’re up to and somehow get their hands on her, I’ll never see her again. Matteo would kill her just to prove a point. And I wouldn’t be able to live without her.

Her eyes dart around the room as if expecting someone to back her up. That won’t happen. Not one man in this room would allow the woman they love to put themselves in danger to help out.

“Nite responded. He said he’ll drop the tracker and come right back.”

I nod. “We’ll be ready.”

MIA

I SIT ON the end of the bed while Dillan dresses in a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt. My arms are folded over my chest, and my hair is wet from my recent shower. I’m wearing nothing but a towel. I tried to get some rest last night, but it didn’t happen.

This is our second day here in New York. After he turned down my help, I was pissy. He kissed me good night, and I gave him my back. It only took him seconds before he was snoring away. I lay awake, staring up at the dark ceiling and thinking about the last twenty years of my life. Or lack thereof.

He doesn’t know it, but I have a plan too. One that will show him I’m not so helpless. I want Dillan to know that I want him, not need him.


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