The Reaper (Texas Safehouse #2) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Texas Safehouse Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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He used a finger and then his thumb as well. The warm slickness of his tongue eased the way, making the stretch feel good. I arched my back deeper.

“I’m going to keep this up until you beg for my cock.” Rhys’s breath ghosted over my hole, making me squirm.

I knew I would beg. I was already desperate for him to fuck me, but I was also certain I could come just from his tongue inside me.

He dug his fingers harder into my ass cheeks, pulling me apart even more. “Mmm. This is nice. I want you exposed. I want you to know I own you.”

“And you said I was good at knowing exactly what to say.”

“I’ve had a lot of experience listening to you.”

“Yes, you have, but I don’t want you using your mouth for talking.”

He chuckled as I reached under him, wrapping his hand around my cock and teasing his thumb over the slit. “You’re already so slick. Are you that ready for me?”

“Yes, you son of a bitch.”

He moved his hand slowly up and down my shaft, barely giving me any friction. “Touch me like you fucking mean it.”

“Maybe what I mean to do is tease you, torment you, make you think you’re going to lose your mind.”

“You do that just by existing.”

He slapped my ass, and I shook it at him. It felt good to banter like this with Rhys. It was just like it had been in the beginning and yet so different. There would always be a desire to push each other to our limits, and I liked that. Rhys did too. It turned both of us on, but we needed more to be satisfied. We’d finally given into that, and now it was sweeter than ever. I was not going to lose it.

He continued to give me teasing strokes until I snarled, “I want your fucking mouth.”

“How much do you want it? Tell me.”

“Actually, I do still fucking hate you.”

“Awww. That’s too bad. Now tell me how badly you need my mouth on your ass?”

God, just hearing him say those words… “Please. I need your tongue inside me.”

“Yes, TJ. I can give you that.”

He did, tongue-fucking me deeper and harder than he had before. I reached underneath myself, not to jerk off but to tightly grip the base of my cock to hold me back from coming. I wasn’t sure I could last another second.

“No touching,” Rhys ordered.

“I’m going to come if I don’t do something.”

He replaced my hand with his. “Maybe I need to order you a cock ring.”

“Who says I don’t already have one?”

“I love how fucking filthy you are.”

“More, Rhys. Please.”

He swiped his tongue over my hole. “More of this? Or are you ready to have my cock deep inside you?”

“Your cock, Rhys. Please. I need you.”

“Yeah, you do, baby.” He sat back. “Is your lube in the pocket of your pants?”

It took me a moment to process the question. My head was spinning, my cock aching, and my ass felt so open and ready for him. “Yes.”

I heard him fumble around for a moment, but I kept my head down, pressed against my arms. Suddenly, he was back, slick fingers pushing into me deep and hard. Thank God he wasn’t going slow. That was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t care if it hurt. I didn’t care if he tore me in two. I needed him.

When I finally felt the head of his cock against my ass, I tried to remember how to breathe.

“Tell me what you want.”

I growled. “Rhys.”

“If I have to do it, then you can too.”

“I want your cock in me. I want your cum to fill me up. I want to feel as close to you as I can get.”

He pressed into me then, stretching me until it burned. I took it, doing my best to relax my ass as I clenched my fists in the covers. “That’s it. Take me.”

He stopped when he was only partway in. I groaned as he pulled back. The slow slide was so good it made me want to scream.

“Don’t go easy on me.”

He pushed in again, and he didn’t stop until he was fully buried in my ass.

“Fuck me, Rhys. Use me just like you want to.”

“I want you to remember that you’re mine,” he said. “I want you to know you are bound to me as tightly as I am bound to you. I want you to remember what it feels like to be possessed, to be taken. But I don’t really want to use you. I want to love you.”

“Then fucking do it.”

34

RHYS

I drove into TJ again and again, reveling in how tight he was and the way he pushed his hips back, trying to meet every stroke. I felt the tension in him as he struggled against his instinct to control everything we did.


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