It Destroys Me (Betrayal #6) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Betrayal Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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I gently climbed on top of him, careful not to touch anything on his right side since he was bruised and had a gunshot wound in his shoulder. I focused on the left side of his body, placing my hands against his chest, looking at the hunk of muscle that was all mine.

His hands gripped my ass cheeks, and he pulled me in to kiss me. His lips moved with mine before he gave me his tongue, hungry for my kiss, hungry for my body. His big hands continued to grip my cheeks hard, pulling them apart. One of his hands curled underneath, and his long fingers reached my clit. That was how big his hands were, that they could snake around my body like that.

He rubbed my clit as he continued to kiss me, his big dick twitching in anticipation. His mouth claimed mine and took the lead. It would have been one of those nights where he did all the work if his shoulder allowed it. But it would take at least a couple days for it to heal enough for him to use.

His hand lifted me to where he wanted me, and he pointed his thick head at my entrance. Then he tugged me down and forced me to sheathe him, to squeeze him, something big being wedged into a small place.

I winced and breathed as I took him.

And he just watched. He guided me farther down until there was no more room for him. “Ride my dick, sweetheart.” His arms curled underneath my thighs like he’d done in the past, ready to support me so I could keep bouncing up and down his length without having to stop.

My hand gripped his good shoulder, while my other palm planted on his chest for balance. I moved down until it hurt then bounced up again, able to move at a steady pace because of the assistance he provided.

A quiet moan escaped his throat. “Just like that.”

I took his dick over and over, eyes locked on his, my breaths growing deeper and louder. When he started to really enjoy it, he forced me down a little farther, wanting to give me more of his dick even though it made me wince.

In unison, we moved together, my little channel taking his fat dick, breathing in sync and sometimes moaning in rhythm too.

I was tired and my legs started to shake, but it was so good I didn’t want it to stop.

“So fucking tight.” His arms started to move me faster, dragging me up and down his dick quicker than I could move. “You’re almost there. I can feel it.”

My nails started to come out and claw his skin. My breaths shook and turned uneven. Tremors moved through the muscles in my legs, but I pushed through it because it was so damn good. His dick was too big, but I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t change any part of him. I felt the heat of the sun before I was set ablaze. Then the flames burned me from head to toe, and I smashed his dick as I released my moans and my cries.

“There you go, sweetheart.” He thrust up from below, hitting me hard and fast, getting off on my tears. His dick hardened a little more, and then he released a moan that sounded like a growl. He filled me as he thrust, his eyes dark like the bark of a tree, his skin so red it looked sunburned.

The next thirty seconds were a blur, just moans and pleasure and tears.

When I made it to the other side, my body felt dead…but my heart had never felt more alive. My eyes focused on his face, and I cupped his cheek, kissing him like I was prepared to start over and do it all again.

His big hands squeezed my ass before he pulled me close, his arms circling me like the steel bars of a cage. His dick was still rock hard inside me as he kissed me, as he crushed me against his chest. “Damn, this pussy…”

Chapter 14

Theo

When I woke up the next morning, Astrid was passed out beside me. She was tucked into my side like glue, her forehead against my arm as her hand gripped me. She breathed gently, her whole body relaxed.

I watched her for a couple minutes before I made my way into the bathroom. The bruising along my side had gotten worse. The discoloration of my shoulder was hidden by the bandage I would have to change daily for a week. None of it was alarming, but it’d been for nothing since Bolton was still around.

I couldn’t lift with my injuries, so I took a quick shower then headed downstairs. The house was quiet now because my butler had taken off with a bag of money in the trunk of his car. The chef was gone too—dead or bribed, I didn’t know. I hadn’t cooked for myself in years, but I would figure it out.


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