Stealing the Dancer Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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“What? You just said the same crude things to my father,” I remind him.

“I was making a point.”

“Well, clearly I got it too.” I fold my arms over my chest.

“I didn’t fuck you. I claimed you. That changes everything. You’re not going anywhere.” I narrow my eyes on him, trying to hold on to my anger. It should be easy with the things he’s saying, but somehow my resolve is wavering.

“My father tried to keep me,” I point out. I’m not sure if I’m doing it for him or me because I love the idea of Mack never letting me go.

“I’m not your father,” he fires back.

“You can’t keep me either.”

“I stole you. The first night I walked into that club and saw you, I knew exactly what I was going to do.”

“You think it will be that easy?” I challenge, and it’s like I’m purposely poking a grizzly bear.

“I don’t care if it’s easy or hard. Either way, it’s the same outcome.” I take another step back, and he shakes his head in warning.

“I need the bathroom,” I lie, and he cocks his head to the side, staring me down. Mack knows I’m lying.

“All right, but be quick. Like I said, we're far from done.”

I bolt for the front door, and I’m shocked I make it there and manage to get it open. My feet hit the porch, and I almost make it to the ground before an arm snags me from behind and pulls me back inside. Mack tosses me over his shoulder and smacks my ass.

“You could have given me a little more of a head start.” I pout, and Mack kicks the door closed before flipping the lock.

“Not tonight. You don’t have shoes on, and it’s dark.” He drops me down onto a soft bed, and I scramble to my knees to face him. “But we both know with a head start or not, I’ll still catch you.”

“I don’t want to run from you,” I admit.

“But you like me chasing you,” he says, and I peek up at him through my lashes.

“Isn’t that weird? I ran from being held captive by my father, but with you I kinda love the idea.”

“Kinda?” He pushes for me to say more as I place my hands on his chest.

“I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s selfish that I’m not really trying to get away.”

A sexy chuckle comes from him. “If anyone is selfish, it’s me.” His hands go to my hips and pull me flush against him.

I’m kneeling on the side of the bed, and his hard length presses into my stomach. Our eyes meet, and his possessive gaze is hungrier than ever.

“You’re not selfish,” I say softly.

“I took your virginity on the couch like a teenage boy that couldn’t help himself,” he grumbles.

“I know.” I run my hands up his chest, remembering how good it felt. “And I loved every second of it.” It felt like I was making up for some of the lost moments I didn’t get when I was younger. “I love it even more when you lose control.”

“Don’t tell me that,” he groans, not wanting me to encourage him.

“How about you take it from me in bed this time?”

I let myself fall backwards onto the bed and open my legs. I want to get lost in him and forget about everything else for a while. My back barely touches the blanket before Mack is on me.

He’s taking away the last bit of loneliness from my soul and replacing it with his love.

Chapter Twelve

MACK

“Fuck that’s it, let me get deeper,” I groan as I hold her down on my cock.

We’re on the edge of the bed with her straddling my lap, and I’m sitting up so I can control it. She’s got her legs wrapped around my waist as I move her up and down. We’re messy all over with everything we did last night, but I can’t stop taking her.

I’ve been inside her one way or another since she fell back on the bed yesterday. Although I told her we were going to shower, I had to have her one more time before I could let her up. I’m obsessed beyond reason, and someone might say I’ve lost my mind. They can fuck themselves because I don’t care. Whitley has consumed me all the way to my core, and I’m in love with her.

The words haven’t left my mouth, but I’ve shown her in other ways. I’m going to say it soon, but this is enough, for now.

“It’s too big,” she hisses when I grind her pussy against the base of my dick.

“You’ve been on my dick enough times by now”—I clench my teeth when I feel her pussy squeeze me—“that you’re made to take it.”

“Tell me I’m yours.” Her fingers thread in my hair as her eyes meet mine.


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