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Lee Savino – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Wed, 13 May 2026 18:52:39 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.1 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Lee Savino – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Big Bad Betrayal (Werewolves of Wall Street #6) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/big-bad-betrayal-werewolves-of-wall-street-6-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Wed, 13 May 2026 18:52:39 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/big-bad-betrayal-werewolves-of-wall-street-6-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)

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I’M THE WOLF BORN TO DESTROY HER PACK.
I’ve spent years building toward one goal—bringing down the pack that brainwashed my mother and ordered me dead. It’s my sole focus and I don’t get distracted.

Not when I have dreams of a woman with hair like starlight. Not when I discover she’s an Adalwulf who serves as pack Seeress, my sworn enemy.
Not until I’m alone in an elevator with her and she collapses against me, shaking with a vision only she can see. I wrap my arms around her and hold her through it. Give her a few moments of comfort and disappear before her guards ever see my face.

I should forget her. Instead, I hunt her.
When I learn the Adalwulfs have locked her in a tower—their own seeress, caged like a weapon they can’t control—I turn feral.
Her pack will call it war. She’ll call it kidnapping. My wolf calls it destiny.
Aster is mine.

Big Bad Betrayal is a stand-alone book in the Werewolves of Wall Street series. This enemies to lovers, rival packs inclusivity romance features a Deaf wolf shifter and his psychic fated mate. No cliffhanger, HEA guaranteed

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Prologue

Aster, 12 Years Old

Oma thinks I'm asleep, which is the only reason I hear her order a child’s murder.

As a seeress for the Adalwulf pack, I’m called to use my power for the good of the pack. But on this cold, dark night, I wish I could live as a normal girl. Then I wouldn’t be overhearing Oma, the seeress, plot with the high priest of the Moonborn, the Warden.

I’m curled up in an overstuffed armchair in her quarters, where I’d passed out with an aching head after she put me through a grueling afternoon and evening of training. I woke when the Warden entered, my body coming alert, wary in the presence of a predator, but pretended to be asleep, remaining still and keeping my breath slow.

I work hard to make myself invisible here in the Adalwulf castle. It helps me avoid verbal or physical abuse at the hands of Odin or Aiden. They hate anything they can’t control–and no one can control the Sight. Deep down, they fear and resent our witch-muddied bloodline, even though Oma and I are prized possessions as their pack’s veilwalkers–the Seeresses who can see beyond the veils of reality into the future.

“I had a vision,” Oma tells the Warden.

I can’t see him, but I can sense his aura. It’s grey and thick and oily like putrid smoke. In man form, he’s big and burly, a brutal enforcer. He’s always in war paint–his ice-blue eyes framed in a band of black. It’s supposed to evoke his wolf’s distinct markings. I think he looks like a raccoon. His long, white-blond hair worn with a drastic side-part, makes him look like a mad wizard. Right now, he’s probably taking Oma’s measure. Normally, she would offer her visions up directly to Odin, so the fact that she called the Warden in here and is speaking to him in hushed tones means there’s subterfuge going on.

My skin prickles with warning. Knowledge is power, and secrets are the most powerful of all. I learned that early in my seeress training.

“You need to kill the wolf without ears,” Oma murmurs.

“What did you see?” The Warden’s voice always sounds harsh. Cold and hungry for violence, never sated.

“It is not for you to interpret the visions,” Oma says in the authoritative voice she uses when working with the big egos of dangerous wolves. “I am the Seeress.”

“And I don’t take orders from you.” His voice is as cold as his eyes, and I have to stop myself from reflexively curling into a tighter ball.

I hear Oma pace around the small antechamber to her bedroom. Unlike the wolves who prowl this mansion, her movements are loud and uneven. We’re in the medieval stone behemoth built in the crook of the Adalwulf pack’s pine forest, nestled at the foot of a mountain beside a crystalline lake. There’s electricity and hot water, but Oma insists on living in the dark ages, lighting candles and using the fire for heat. She says fire contains magic, so we must keep it close.

I hear the sound of Oma’s teapot boiling, and she pours two cups of tea. The scent of lavender and lemon balm nips at my nose. She’s stalling. She always pours tea when she’s debating her next course of action.

Oma’s ancient–she won’t tell me exactly how old, but I think it’s over one hundred. She and Odin, the alpha of the Adalwulf pack, are magically bound by a powerful spell. Oma draws power from Odin’s body, giving her an unnaturally long life. By sharing in his alpha magic, all of her visions are of and for the pack’s well-being. She siphons some of his alpha power, as she did from his father before him. He will be the last alpha she serves, though. When he dies, so will she.

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Alpha’s Mate (Bad Boy Bears #2) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/alphas-mate-bad-boy-bears-2-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:24:13 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/alphas-mate-bad-boy-bears-2-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Bad Boy Bears Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)

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Fate brought my fated mate right to Bad Bear Mountain…and made her untouchable.
F*&% me.
Maisy is human. Too young. Too sweet. Too breakable.
I’m a Bad Bear. Ten years older. And I play rough. I’m an animal–in bed and out.
She walks into my clinic, and my bear growls mine.
But I can’t claim her.
So I take Moon Cure to keep my beast caged. Tell myself I’ll wait.
Then her scheming father tries to sell her future,
F*&% that.
I marry her on the spot—a fake wedding to save her from a real nightmare.
To protect her, I can handle sleeping in the same bed without touching her.
But she’s looking at me like she wants to learn every filthy thing I can teach her.
My control is cracking. The Moon Cure isn’t working anymore.
And this Bad Bear is done pretending he doesn’t want to devour his wife.
She might be innocent. But she’s mine.
And I won’t share

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Chapter One

Matthias

There are worse ways to torture a man than making him a doctor in a small town where his fated mate is off-limits.

I just haven't found one yet.

It’s five thirty-two on a Monday night, and the mayor of Bad Bear Mountain’s blowing up my phone. Daisy’s called six times in the past two hours, probably to pick my brain about the Bad Bear Winterfest.

Fates, I need to avoid her. Not because I don’t want to get pulled into planning a small town festival–although I don’t. But because of Daisy’s delectable granddaughter.

Maisy. My sweet mate.

No, don’t think about her.

On long days like these, it’s hard to keep my thoughts from straying to her. I just did a double shift at the hospital in Santa Fe, and drove home only to swing by here to cover the rest of the nurse practitioner’s shift here at the clinic. I’m not tired; my shifter side has too much stamina for that. I mean, I could sleep. But I really need to go outside. My bear wants some forest time, and keeping him from going feral is a constant pressure.

Sometimes, I think I work all the time just so that when I finally go to sleep, I’m too tired to dream of her.

I run my hand over my face.

The scent of mulled cider and caramel apples wafts through the door, and my bear instantly surges to the surface.

At first, I think I’m imagining it because when I let my mind wander, all I think of is her. Her hair, her scent, her smile, the delicious curves she hides under slightly too-baggy clothes.

But then, I realize…

She’s here.

Fuck.

I can’t stop myself from sucking the scent in through my nostrils, savoring the notes of caramel and cinnamon and delectable young female.

I groan. The smell makes my mouth water. My dick gets hard. My fangs try to punch through my gums, lengthening and ready to sink into something sweet.

Nope.

Not happening.

That can never happen.

I yank open the drawer of my desk where I keep the vials of Moon Cure. It’s a special formulation I came up with to deal with my…unique situation. I rip open a fresh syringe and fill it. I don’t even bother to sanitize the top of the bottle or my skin. I jab it into my biceps and press the plunger down.

The cooling sensation spreads through my arm. Sweet relief, just in time. In a few seconds, it’ll bring a dullness to my senses. Like bringing a curtain up between my rational brain and my desires. My logical self and my feral one.

My bear doesn’t like it, but he understands.

There’s a knock on my office door.

I withdraw the needle as I shove my desk drawer closed, then drop the needle in the trash can. I’ll put it in the biohazard box later. “Yes, Sara?”

Sara opens the door. “Dr. Matthias? We have a walk-in.”

Yes. I’m well aware. And I know exactly who it is.

“The patient hoped to see Nancy, but she just left.”

I stand. “It’s okay. Nancy left early to see her son in the school play. I’m covering her patients ‘til closing.” I straighten my glasses and give her a smile. “Show the patient to room two and let her know I’ll be there in a moment.”

Them. I should’ve said them, not her. I shouldn’t know her gender when all Sara said was patient. I need to get my bear under control because I’m making mistakes.

“Right away, Doctor.” Before Sara leaves, she whips out a cloth and polishes away an invisible speck of something from the doorknob. There’s no dust in the entire clinic–everything is spic and span after the renovation, but it doesn’t stop Sara from buffing doorknobs with a smile. She’s proud of this place.

Residents of Bad Bear Mountain used to have to drive to Santa Fe for all healthcare needs until Bad Bear’s formidable old mayor, Daisy, and I helped found this place. She badgered someone to donate this drafty old house, and I volunteered my hours along with a part-time nurse.

Now the newly renovated clinic is staffed with a full-time manager and nurse practitioner, all made possible by generous donations from Lana Langmeyer and Paloma Castillo, our resident billionaires.

I lean against my desk and draw in a steadying breath as I wait for the Moon Cure to flood my system. My bear sends me a flood of fast-motion images–me rushing into the exam room, throwing my beautiful young patient on the table, and feasting between her legs. Me holding her down and marking her savagely with my teeth. Me shifting to bear form, picking her up, and carrying her off to my den for an undisturbed ravishment.

Not. Happening. I tell him firmly, as I do every time I catch Maisy’s sweet scent.

She’s my greatest torture. My longest trial. Lately I’ve been allowing myself to stop into the cafe to get coffee before the drive to Santa Fe for a morning shift. That’s when my willpower is at peak strength.

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His Perfect Poison (Fraternitas #2) Read Online Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-poison-fraternitas-2-read-online-lee-savino Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:41:00 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-poison-fraternitas-2-read-online-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia Authors: Lee Savino Series: Fraternitas Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)

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She’ll be my captive, my bride, my perfect possession.

From the moment I saw her, I knew she’d be mine.

She looks so sweet and innocent, just my type.

Her father owes Fraternitas a debt, and she’s the one who will pay.

But when she poisons me, I realize… this won’t be so easy. This manic pixie murderer is not going to submit without a fight.

I’ve been fighting all my life. She was meant to be my reward.

I will have Belladonna Bosco as my wife or die trying. And my psychotic bride makes it clear she would love to be the death of me.

This is one fight I cannot lose.

She is my perfect poison. One taste and I only want more.

Book 2 in the Fraternitas series by Lee Savino, an arranged marriage mafia romance starring Kaiser and Belladonna Bosco. Standalone and Happily Ever After guaranteed!

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Prologue

Bella

* * *

I bounce up the driveway to the big brick mansion I now call home. Papa’s black Rolls-Royce is parked in front of the door. I didn’t know he was going to visit; he must be here to see how I’m settling into school.

I pause on the stoop to check myself over. I’m covered in powdered sugar from my visit to the bakery. Papa says I shouldn’t eat donuts for dinner, but I love the sugar high.

I brush the powder off my cute white top and pink plaid skirt. My shoes are white, so the sugar blends right in. I make sure the bakery bag with the rest of the donuts is hidden deep in my backpack before barging into the house.

“Honey, I’m home.” My voice echoes across the polished wood floors. Papa bought this place because it’s close to the university. It was partially furnished, but we really should buy some rugs.

I swing my backpack down and toss it on the couch, then head through the dining room towards my father’s study.

And stop short when I see the three masked men surrounding Papa with scary masks covering their faces.

“It’s all right, Bella,” my father calls before I can scream. He’s standing by his desk, with two of the three men towering over him.

I swallow my scream. My heart is thumping.

“Papa?” I should be freaked out that these sinister-looking men are here. And I am, but I’ve met some scary people in my life because of the business my dad does with them, so I’m a bit more used to it.

Or at least better at hiding my shock.

So on a scale of one to ten, one being chill and ten being “so scared I pass out and pee myself,” I’m at about a five.

Maybe a six.

Okay, seven.

FOCUS, BELLA!

Papa is a small man. He looks meek and mild, but he’s badass in his own way. But right now he looks defeated. His sober expression sends alarm bells ringing in my head.

“What’s going on?” My dad is the only family I have left, and he looks like he’s been told he only has three months to live.

The men standing over him look like executioners. One is tall and slim in a gray suit, wearing a skull mask, but I can’t make out the details because he’s positioned himself in front of the window, right where the light blazes in and blinds me.

My eye moves to the man in the middle. His mask is shiny and black with short devil’s horns and covers his entire face. He’s sitting behind my father’s desk, and that’s almost worse than the scary costume. He’s acting like my father’s office belongs to him. It’s a power move that takes my breath away. “We had some business to discuss with your father,” the man in the devil’s mask says. “And now you.”

“Me?” I suppress a shudder.

I’m definitely at a seven.

“It’s okay, Bella,” Papa says, but his voice is soft. A little sad.

RED ALERT.

“You’re lying,” I say in a small voice. Because Papa lying to me… is the scariest thing of all.

He says nothing. Doesn’t take it back or try to reassure me. Nothing.

My sugar high is turning on me. I’m gonna puke.

The third guy moves in front of me, and my stomach flips over. He’s bigger than all of them. Huge with bulging muscles. I stare up at him, taking in his wavy blond hair and the dark map of his tattoos.

“Calm down,” he says, and his voice is familiar.

Slowly, he leans down. His mask only covers the bottom half of his face. It isn’t smooth and shiny like the others; it’s just a black bandana with a skull design.

Dark blue eyes meet mine. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, exposing his misshapen ears. Cauliflower ears, I just learned they’re called.

“You,” I gasp.

“Me.” His voice is as deep as I remember. The way he’s looking at me is strangely intimate. Tingles spread through my body.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. I’m still freaking out, but I lean closer to him.

He smells like burgers and French fries. Because this morning he ate at the diner.

Sitting across a table from me.

Now he’s here. To threaten me? I know Papa and I are in danger, but my focus is entirely on the man before me and the strange pull between us. This moment feels familiar. Inevitable.

Slowly, I reach out. My fingers float toward his face, slow enough that he could stop me. He could grab my wrist and overpower me easily.

But he doesn’t.

He lets me reach out. His stormy eyes hold mine as I pull the bandana down and expose his face.

His familiar face.

It is him. Mr. Muscles. The man from the diner. The man who helped me in the garden last week.

The one who’s been stalking me.

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Big Bad Bully (Werewolves of Wall Street #5) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/big-bad-bully-werewolves-of-wall-street-5-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sat, 30 Aug 2025 08:42:29 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/big-bad-bully-werewolves-of-wall-street-5-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)

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THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN’T FALL FOR HIS PREY
Even if she smells like nutmeg, honey and sin.
Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline—and leaves it bleeding.
I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power.
Humans were beneath us—soft, fragile, fleeting things.
Fine for entertainment. Never for mating.
Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas in the world.
So when my new alpha chooses a human bride, I grit my teeth and obey.
I’ll plan the wedding. I’ll tolerate their ridiculous customs.
But I won’t fall for her best friend—the loud-mouthed, paint-splattered activist who thinks I’m the villain in her revolution.
She calls me arrogant. Predatory. A corporate machine in designer suits.
She’s not wrong.
And yet, she’s always in my space. In my mind. Under my skin.
She stirs instincts I’ve fought to bury—possessive, primal, ruinous ones.
She thinks I’m the enemy.
But I’m not the danger in this story.
She is.
Because if I take what I want—
If I claim her the way my wolf demands—
I’ll break every rule I was raised to uphold.
And I won’t be sorry

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Chapter One

Aubrey

I hate billionaires.

No, I shouldn’t say that. My best friend is going to be one soon–either through inheritance or marriage. Probably both.

That’s a weirdness I still haven’t adjusted to.

But Madi aside, the entitled stench is everywhere on Wall Street. Especially here, in Sentience Labs, the AI company that has blatantly stolen the creative works of artists, musicians, and authors from around the world.

Which is why I’m going to do something about it. Tonight.

This is my third week camped out on the twenty-eighth floor of the Sentience building. Normally, my murals depict images of social justice and a call for change. Resistance. Freedom. I’m Brooklyn’s Diego Rivera. My Occupy Wall Street mural outside La Résistance, the Bohemian cafe where I work, has been photographed more than any other street art in the city.

I’m the last person anyone would expect to sell out to a corporation like Sentience. Especially one that disenfranchises artists everywhere.

But I threw my name in the hat with a cheesy flower landscape for a good reason.

An exceptional one.

The song “Karma Chameleon” pops up on the 80’s dance playlist piping through my earbuds, and I smirk to myself.

That’s right, Sentience. Karma is a fucking bitch.

“You staying late again?” The security guy stops behind my ladder to observe. He’s taken an unfortunate interest in me and my work. Maybe because he likes my art. Or maybe because he can sense I’m different from the soulless sharks that circle these waters. I’m life and color to the rest of the building’s hollow monotone.

Under ordinary circumstances, I might flirt. He’s six feet tall and gorgeous, with medium brown skin and a sexy Jamaican accent. Totally my type. But I’m trying to be forgettable. Especially tonight.

Move along, buddy. These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

“Yeah. Just a few final touches,” I lie, flicking my wrist in quick, deft brushstrokes along one poppy. The truth is, I finished the mural two hours ago, and now I’m biding my time. I purposely don’t turn around or give him my attention, so he’ll move on.

He stays a few minutes longer then finally strolls away. I wait until I hear the elevator ding and move away before I turn off my music and pop an earbud out to listen.

All quiet.

To be sure, I take a trip to the bathroom to wash up, checking the lights under every door.

It’s eight at night. These execs usually leave by six, but I need to be sure.

I palm the keycard Jamie, our informant, gave me. She got fired two months ago after printing a copy of an email sent by an exec telling her that her concerns about the legitimacy of the data they were mining were unfounded.

Turns out, the creepers here are so Big Brother, they tracked that one “send to print,” and she had security guards at her office removing her–minus the printed email–before the end of the day. She showed up at the legal aid clinic, and Jan–my activist lawyer friend and the wife of the owner of La Résistance–took her case.

Since I was already plotting with Jan and her wife, Caroline, about how to bring Sentience down, she connected me with Jamie.

Now I just need to get my hands on those same kinds of emails and, hopefully, find the cache of pirated artists’ works, so Jan can file a lawsuit against them. Or maybe, we’ll bring the information to the New York Times and expose the hell out of these fuckers.

I use the stairs of the fire escape to get down to the tenth floor, where much of the data mining takes place. Jamie’s key card still works on that door, as she told me it would. My heart pounds as I slip through the door.

The lights are off, and it’s dark. Jamie told me there are no cameras on this floor because they don’t want any recordings of what they actually do here. I follow the map I memorized to get to Jamie’s old office. They’ve hired someone new to take her place, but Jamie had a spare key from when she lost her keys and then found them again. A very happy accident in this case.

I slide the key into the lock and turn it. I may be bold when it comes to civil protests, sit-ins, and the exercise of my free speech rights, but this is breaking the law. Tonight, I’m turning the corner into breaking and entering and outright stealing corporate documents. Jan would not approve, but if I don’t do this, Sentience will continue to steal from me and all the other artists, authors, and creatives they are putting out of business. Jamie tried to do something about it and was fired.

I can take this risk.

I slip inside the office without turning on a light. From the front pocket of my paint-splattered overalls, I pull the external drive I brought.

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Darkest Before Dawn (His Perfect Darkness #2) Read Online Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/darkest-before-dawn-his-perfect-darkness-2-read-online-lee-savino Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:12 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/darkest-before-dawn-his-perfect-darkness-2-read-online-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Lee Savino Series: His Perfect Darkness Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 103
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For years I’ve dreamt of my own death. Not any details, just the feel of an explosion, of sparks and smoke blasting into my face. Pain and the sensation of falling.

Love feels like that. Maybe not for everyone, but to me, it feels like dying.

As I face my death, I hold onto that. My life may be bookended by pain and tragedy but there was a moment when I was loved and I loved in return.

In the end, nothing else matters.

Darkest Before Dawn is a dark romance with intense, sensual themes. It is book 2 in the His Perfect Darkness duet and the resolution of Rex and Inara's story

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Prologue

Inara

* * *

For years, I’ve dreamt of my own death. Not any details, just the feel of an explosion, of sparks and smoke blasting into my face. Pain and the sensation of falling.

* * *

Love feels like that. Maybe not for everyone, but to me, it feels like dying.

* * *

As I face my death, I hold on to that. My life may be bookended by pain and tragedy, but there was a moment when I was loved, and I loved in return.

* * *

In the end, nothing else matters.

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Rex

* * *

The night my parents died was the worst night of my life. Until now.

I stand with my little bird in my arms. Her eyes are wide with terror and sadness. We’re surrounded by cop cars and crime scene tape, but Inara trembles like she’s trapped in a nightmare.

And there’s nothing I can do to help but hold her.

I swore on my parents’ grave that I’d make my city safe for innocents. I honed my strength and power so I could make a difference. I protect the weak.

But I can’t protect her from this pain. In the span of a few moments, she faced a gruesome crime scene and then found out she’s the target of a stalker calling himself BK. The same initials the Bondage Killer used. She must feel like she’ll never be safe again.

I can’t stand it.

Her legs give out, and she crumples. I swing her up into my arms. I love to carry her and keep her close, but with every step, her breath hitches, and it’s tearing me apart. I want to hide her away from the world forever.

I want to tear off my suit jacket and howl. I want to use every bit of tech and surveillance equipment and weapons I have at my disposal and hunt the killer down. Eradicate this monster from the face of the Earth.

It’s what I was born to do. I was born to own her. Protect her. Fight for her.

She came to me. I’ll never let her go.

I carry her from the crime scene to my waiting ride.

“Ivan,” I call to alert him. He’s already scrambled around the car to open the back door. I slide both Inara and me into the seat.

She looks dazed. She’s still clutching the letters the stalker sent her. There’s a stench rising from the paper, like smoke and filth. I want to rip them from her fingers and throw them out the window. And if they weren’t important evidence, I would.

Damn the Bondage Killer for targeting my little bird. Damn him for rising from the dead to torment new victims. If it is him. It might be a copycat.

Whatever it is, it’s a threat to my little bird. Hunting the killer down takes second place to making sure Inara is safe.

“Back to the helicopter,” I order Ivan.

First, though, I need to get us both home. And then, once I know she’s safe and secure, I’ll figure out how to destroy the one who’s threatened my little bird’s life.

Inara

* * *

I’m trapped in a dream, standing in the yard in front of a house. The front door hangs open, swinging in the wind. The family is inside, still alive, but they won’t be for much longer. A long, crooked shadow creeps up the hall.

I’m not too late; I can stop it. Stop him.

My legs sink into the concrete walk. I struggle, but I’m trapped, buried up to the knee. I can fight all I want, but I can’t move.

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I’m helpless, stuck, with no way to warn the family. No way to stop their murder.

I’ve failed. Again. It doesn’t matter how much I try, the murderer always wins. I learned that lesson decades ago, and now I’m forced to face it again.

The dream changes, and now I’m in bed, huddling under the covers, hearing the floorboards creak. Hoping it’s just the dog moving around beyond my door, but knowing it’s not.

It’s him. The killer has come for me.

I feel the same rush of terror my childhood self felt the night the Bondage Killer came for my family. This time, I’m a grown woman but just as frightened and helpless as I was then. My whole body is frozen in the bed.

And then the screams begin.

I come awake with a gasp, clawing the blanket off of me. I’m too hot and too cold at the same time. My skin is clammy with sweat. My stomach cramps, and I clench my teeth to keep from retching. I haven’t eaten, so I’d be puking up nothing but stomach acid.

“Inara?” Rex sits up beside me, and I startle as I register his presence. He’s here and huge and warm. A shadow moves, and I flinch before realizing he only lifted a hand to touch me.

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His Perfect Darkness (His Perfect Darkness #1) Read Online Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-darkness-his-perfect-darkness-1-read-online-lee-savino Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:18:25 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-darkness-his-perfect-darkness-1-read-online-lee-savino Genre: Action, Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic Authors: Lee Savino Series: His Perfect Darkness Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)

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The first time I saw my little bird, I knew she belonged to me.

She’s new to the city, all alone. She doesn’t know who I am, but I’ve been watching her. Stalking her in the shadows, keeping her safe. Killing anyone who threatens her.

I’ve built a cage around her, luring her in. And when it’s time to reveal myself to her, she won’t be able to escape.

In every way, she will be mine.

His Perfect Darkness is a dark billionaire romance with intense, sensual themes. It is book one in a duet, so beware the cliff

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Inara

The best thing about blindfolds is that every other sense is heightened. The silk swathes my face from eyebrow to cheek. No matter how I twist and turn, I see nothing but darkness.

There’s a flare of panic, but then I sink into stillness. I rest my forehead against the leather-padded cross and give myself over to the inevitable. My world narrows to the clink of the handcuffs above my head, the whisper of my satin nightie brushing against leather, and the hum of the heating unit on the wall. In the distance, so quiet it may only be imagined, the sound of soft footfalls in the hall beyond the closed door.

My wrists are bound to the arms of the St. Andrew’s Cross. I shift my weight from foot to foot, fidgeting as much as I can before the scene begins. My long hair is pinned well out of the way in a tight ballerina bun, leaving my neck and back bare. I’m wearing a black babydoll nightgown with spaghetti straps and a lacy hem that barely covers my ass. It’s as close to naked as I can stand.

The club assistant helped me with set up, secured me to the cross, blindfolded me, and left. I’ve only been alone for a few minutes, but it feels like hours. I’ve been itching for this scene for a long time. The need runs under my skin, pulsing, swelling, making it impossible to think or breathe. My recent move across the country just made it worse.

So, a little impatience now is warranted.

At least I’m only a few minutes out from getting the pain I need. The pain I crave. I only hope it’s enough to relieve the ache that lives inside me.

My skin prickles as the door behind me opens with an exhale that sends air wafting over my back. My scene partner has entered the room. There’s no way for me to know this, blindfolded as I am, but I sense that they’re taller than average. Their presence is powerful, weighty. Every molecule of air shifts to their side of the room.

“Hello.” A male voice, smooth and deep. The fine hairs on my nape rise and prickles spread down my arms. “Are you Swallow?” He uses my submissive pseudonym.

“Yes.” I don’t call him sir. He’s not my Dom. He’s a stranger to me. I filled out a request for a scene, specifying the details, and the club found a matching scene partner for me, someone to top me.

Our interaction will be nice and anonymous, just the way I like it.

There’s a pause, and I feel each individual goosebump on my back as my scene partner paces closer. He is tall. His breath comes from somewhere over my head.

There’s a slight click, like ice in a glass. But that’s impossible. There’s no eating or drinking allowed in the private room, not unless you’re indulging in food fetish play.

“You’ve requested a scene as follows: you enter the room after I’m already tied to the cross. You start with the flogger. Lightly at first to warm me up. After twenty minutes, you may continue or switch to a paddle. You continue until you hear my safe word.”

He’s reading out my request word for word. His voice is soft and lulling. Soothing. Beautiful. The butterflies in my stomach grow drowsy.

“‘You do not touch me.’” He stops as if he’s trying to understand what he’s just read. “Is that correct?”

“Yes, that’s correct.” Unusual but correct. As sexy as this stranger sounds, as much as I crave the connection of strong fingers on mine, both rough and gentle, I set my course long ago. No touching during kink. No matter how much I want it.

No matter how much I crave it.

“It’s also listed on your hard limits,” he says. “Skin-to-skin contact.”

I shift from foot to foot, impatient to get on with things. “That’s right.”

Another pause. Is he thinking how weird I am? Second guessing signing up with me? There’s no way to know, but I’m relieved when he moves on.

“What’s your safe word?” He knows it already; it’s on the request form.

“Elyria.”

“Elyria,” he repeats, drawing out each syllable. And then, “This is what you want?”

“Yes.”

He comes closer. I turn my head slightly as if I could see him, but the blindfold lets nothing in—no light, no shadow.

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His Perfect Prey (Fraternitas #1) Read Online Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-prey-fraternitas-1-read-online-lee-savino Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:14:28 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-perfect-prey-fraternitas-1-read-online-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Lee Savino Series: Fraternitas Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)

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The rules of the The prey will have a ten minute head start to run and hide.

At the signal, the hunter will enter the woods. The Hunt has begun.

If the prey isn’t captured before midnight, she gets $10,000.

If she makes it until dawn, she gets $100,000.

But if the hunter catches her, she’s his for the night.

There’s one final, secret rule only the hunter what the hunter catches, he keeps. His prey will become his elita, his chosen. She will be his. Forever.

Let the hunt begin…

His Perfect Prey is a dark romance with intense and sensual scenes.

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Jaeger

Billionaire Island is an oasis outside of the city. The richest of the rich own vacation homes here. And it’s home to the Lodge, a private club set on several hundred acres of wooded land. The elite come here to party, gamble at the private tables, and partake in the bacchanal delights offered in the BDSM dungeon on the lower floors.

I stand at the bar with a drink in my hand, studying its amber depths. At six feet three and over two hundred pounds of pure muscle, I don’t fit in with the glitzy and glamorous set. Unlike the trust fund bros and businessmen with soft hands, I wasn’t born into privilege. I was born on the street. I’ve spent my life surviving on the knife’s edge of danger. This soft life doesn’t suit me. I came to the Lodge to clear my head, but not even the burn of expensive whiskey was enough to sate the monster prowling inside me.

The beast wants to feed.

I need to get some pussy. It’s been far too long, and the Lodge is full of beautiful women. The waitresses are in short skirts, and the club submissives are in barely-there-bodysuits. Not to mention the socialites and heiresses here in designer dresses, seeking a walk and ride on the wild side. I can feel them looking at me. I could crook my finger and snare any of them. But that doesn’t interest me at all.

I prefer a brutal chase. I need the thrill of the hunt to sate the beast.

I’m looking around for the pretty redhead I saw a few days ago at Inferno, the bar our brotherhood runs in the city. Sometimes, the girls who work at Inferno also pick up shifts here at the Lodge.

I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind—curly red hair, tight curves, and a few freckles showing through her heavy makeup. She’s just my type. My dream girl brought to life. When I first spotted her, I thought I was asleep. She was so stunning, it was like the gods created her from my fantasies.

But she’s not here.

I down my whiskey and rap my finger against the bar for another.

“Happy birthday, Jaeger.” Sebastian St. James emerges from the shadows. He invited me here, so I should’ve been expecting him. Only years of training allow me to hide the fact that he’s snuck up on me.

“St. James.” I turn to face him. St. James is in his usual gray suit. From silk tie to silver cufflinks, every tailored inch of him looks the part of a successful, well-bred businessman. Only those of us who know him well know he’s dangerous. “How did you know it was my birthday?”

St. James doesn’t answer. He sips his drink, calm under my intense scrutiny. He’s my blood brother, but I still tread carefully around him.

When you live on the outskirts of society the way I have, you catalog threats. All my life, I’ve been surrounded by dangerous men. I’ve just made myself a bigger threat than the rest. But my instincts recognize that St. James is on another level. He’s as subtle as a snake in the grass and just as deadly, and all the men he’s destroyed never saw it coming.

“Right. You know everything.” This isn’t the day my twin brother and I were actually born. It’s a day we chose for ourselves. This is the day we were freed from hell and reborn.

But St. James probably knows that, too.

“I have a gift for you,” he says.

I snort. “Do you think I just turned seven? Birthday gifts are for kids.” Not that I know from experience. My upbringing didn’t afford any childish celebrations.

“I think you’ll like this gift.” He snaps his fingers, and a cute blonde dressed as a cigar girl sashays over. St. James selects two cigars from her tray and heads out of the Lodge and onto the massive wooden deck overlooking the thick forest. I follow him. He’s head of Fraternitas, second in command only to the man called the Devil. I follow him because I’ve sworn to do so.

But I’m also intrigued.

St. James takes our cigars across the deck to the far railing. I lean on it and look out at the acres of wilderness. You’d never know a city of nine million was a few miles away. The only sounds are the rustling leaves, the hum of insects, and the hoots and howls of night creatures. It’s peaceful and wild.

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Alpha’s Claim (Bad Boy Bears #1) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/alphas-claim-bad-boy-bears-1-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Thu, 21 Nov 2024 13:36:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/alphas-claim-bad-boy-bears-1-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Suspense, Virgin Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Bad Boy Bears Series by Renee Rose
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My bear is wild. Totally uncivilized. Savage.
I’m not the nice bear. That’s my twin, Teddy.
I keep my bear caged.
Until I meet Paloma and my bear goes wild.
She’s beautiful and talented, but something’s rotten in this mansion in the Hamptons.
Her foster father keeps her locked in a tower, surrounded by guards.
There are whispers of an auction–a virgin auction.
My bear’s about to break free and go on a rampage.
But I can’t let him out.
Even if I can save Paloma, I can never claim her.
Not even when she smells like wild orchids,
Not even when she feels like freedom,
Not when she is my future, and my fated mate.

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Chapter One

Paloma

The moment the deadbolt to my bedroom door clicks into place, I dash for the closet.

Black clothes, so I won’t be seen against the building at night. Flexible toe socks, so my toes can grip the rough-hewn stone of the mansion.

I quickly strip out of my “work” dress and into my escape gear.

I have an estimated three to eight minutes until they figure out how to get power back up, and in that time, I need to be out to the balcony, down the wall, and into the ocean where the security cameras won’t pick me up, and thermoscans won’t see my heat signature.

“You got this, you got this, you got this,” I whisper-chant to myself as my trembling fingers draw the lock-picking tools out of the pouch. I’d stowed them in the pocket of these black yoga pants weeks ago after I caught the gardener’s thirteen-year-old son picking a lock to the garage during one of my rare unguarded moments in the garden. Thom had sent me out for a walk after telling me I was overweight and needed more exercise. I’d been thrilled to be allowed outside.

The boy told me he hadn’t meant any harm and was just practicing his lock-picking skills. He’d shown me the instruction book and tool kit he ordered online. I said I would keep it between us, but I had to confiscate his instruction book and tools. Mean of me but necessary. I’ll leave them in the flowerbed below my window. Maybe he’ll find them someday.

I drop to my knees in front of the French doors to the balcony.

Slipping the slender tension wrench into the lock, I apply pressure to its plug. Then I slide in the pin. I close my eyes to concentrate. I’ve practiced this at least a hundred times. I already know how to find and set each pin, one at a time, until the lock fully disengages. With a little more pressure on the tension wrench, I turn the plug.

Click.

This is as far as I’ve ever gotten. I couldn’t open the doors before because the electronic monitor at the top would notify Thom’s security team that a door had been breached. Now, with the power cut to the property, I have a moment.

I let out an exhale, stow the tools in my pocket, and use both hands to pull the doors open.

They don’t budge.

I scan the door frame. Did I miss something? A second lock? A physical bar or barrier? I don’t see anything.

“Come on,” I growl in an undertone. I pull harder.

It’s not moving.

“Juepucha,” I mutter. “Come on, you bitch.” I yank with all my strength. The doors fly open, and a gust of ocean breeze fills the room, making the curtains flap.

Yes!

My days as the girl in the tower are over. I slip out and silently shut the doors behind me.

You’ve heard the stories about girls in towers, right? Some of them are supposedly fair maidens. Some are princesses. Some have long hair that princes use as a climbing rope to save them.

Me? I guess I’m a mage of sorts. I can see the future of a company just by looking at its numbers.

Hence, my usefulness as a day trader.

I am also technically a maiden if that means virgin. The jury’s out on the fair part. Does that mean good-looking or pale-skinned? I was never sure. Whatever. I’m Latinx, so I identify as BIPOC if anyone is wondering. And I’m not a size four. Not even close.

I throw a leg over the carved marble railing that brackets the balcony to straddle it, then the other, balancing my weight on the one-inch ledge that rims the outside.

Don’t look down, I whisper.

My particular fairytale lacks the trellis for me to climb down, but metal wires run horizontally along the building to support the ivy. I lean out, wrap my toes around one of them, and test it with my weight. It holds.

Holding my breath, I transfer one hand to another wire. It cuts into my hands but serves. I leave the safety of the ledge and feel with my free foot for a wire below. It’s farther than I expect, but I eventually catch it. Then I realize some of the ivy boughs might be thick enough to hold me.

That works better. I scale down, seeking the wires with my feet but sliding my hands along the thicker ivy cords. I’m three floors up, a distance that feels far higher and longer to scale now that I’m doing it. And I’ve already wasted too much time.

The lights could come back on any second now.

The branch I’m holding is too thin, and it breaks. I plunge downward, my fingers grasping for something else to hold and finally catching. My skin tears, and my fingers burn, but I barely notice. All my focus is on getting down.

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A Very Merry Alpha Solstice (Shifter Ops #7) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/a-very-merry-alpha-solstice-shifter-ops-7-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Thu, 21 Nov 2024 13:35:46 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-very-merry-alpha-solstice-shifter-ops-7-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)

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It's December, and Declan, Parker and Laurie, a.k.a. The Shifter Stooges, aren't feeling very festive. But when a call comes from Lucius the Vampire King, they are sent on a merry adventure. They • Complete the mission• Fall in Love• Find their holiday spirit• Claim their mates• Save the day!And do it all in their own funky, weird way.

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Chapter One

Parker

My day starts as all my days start. With violence.

“I’m gonna stuff ya and cook ya like a Christmas goose,” comes the shout from the kitchen. Whoever said an Irish brogue is soothing to the ear never met Declan.

I raise my hat and blink at the living room filled with bright Tucson light.

An explosion of white feathers precedes Laurie bursting through the door to the kitchen. The tall, lanky shifter crosses the room in two bounds, finding shelter behind the worn armchair I’ve been sleeping in every night.

“What now?” I groan.

Declan stalks out holding a frying pan filled with charred contents. “He burned the bacon. Again.”

The smell is enough to clue me in to what happened. Like the inside of a dumpster fire. I crane my head to look at Laurie, who’s doing a bad job of cowering behind my chair, seeing as he’s twice as tall as it. “Just cook it in the oven next time. Lay it out on a sheet pan and cook it at–”

“Sacrilege!” Declan shouts. “If my ma found out we were baking bacon like a bloody shortbread–”

“There’s t-t-t-urkey–” Laurie holds up a pack of turkey bacon, but Declan’s growl cuts him off. The frying pan Declan was holding hits the linoleum with a clunk, and then a big black dog sails over me to attack Laurie. There’s a scuffle behind me, complete with shouts and kicks to the back of my chair.

I'd join in, but I’m too tired. I let my head rest on the back of the worn upholstery while Laurie dashes in a circle around me with Declan the dog chasing him. Not unlike roadrunner and coyote, if roadrunner was an owl shifter shedding white feathers and coyote was an Irish wolfhound crossed with mangy mutt.

It ends when Declan the dog snatches the turkey bacon out of Laurie’s hands. He bounds back to the kitchen door, shifts into man form–still holding the plastic-wrapped turkey bacon in his teeth. Naked, he walks to the trash can and drops the package in. “I’ll nae let that abomination in me home. What do I look like, a vegetarian?”

“Eating turkey doesn’t make you a vegetarian.” I hold up my hat to block the sight of Declan’s naked body. “Now put some clothes on. You’ll give me indigestion.”

Declan grabs the frying pan and holds it over his bare dick. “Did you sleep out here?” he asks, his scowl deeper than usual. If it were anyone else, I’d read that as concern.

“Yes.” Mostly, I didn’t sleep. But it’s better than the alternative–thrashing around in the sheets, strangled by bad dreams.

“We need more bacon,” Declan says.

“We need money to buy it,” I shoot back. “And guess who bet all of ours on Caleb’s fight?”

Declan grins. “‘Twas a grand fight.”

“That was the fight to defend the shifter fight club. It wasn’t the actual fight. Caleb’s fight had to be rescheduled. And in the meantime, all our money’s tied up.” I settle my hat back on my head. The weight usually helps me think, but today it makes me want to go back to sleep.

A shadow falls over me as Laurie steps to my side, blocking out the sun. “W-w-we could get j-j-jobs.”

“We already tried that.” The stint with Declan and Laurie dressed as giant sandwiches, roaming the median and shouting at passersby to advertise a local restaurant gave me a three day migraine.

I can still feel an echo of the pain in the back of my head. Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep combined with the noise Declan’s making in the kitchen, banging pots and pans.

“M-m-may b-b-be…” Laurie tries to say and falls silent.

His stutter is getting worse. My dreams are getting worse. Declan’s mostly the same, which is to say he’s nuttier than a peanut butter factory.

“Ya know what we need?” Declan’s back, naked except for a frilly yellow apron. He holds a mixing bowl in the crook of one elbow and points a whisk dripping with yellow yolk at me. “Some Christmas cheer.”

“That’s the last thing we need. Do you even celebrate Christmas?” A lot of shifters don’t do Christian holidays on account of the early church hunting our ancestors as demons.

“Do I?” Declan does a double take that makes his apron flutter dangerously. He drops the whisk in the bowl and crosses himself. “Me ma’d kill me if she heard ya doubting her good Christian boy.”

“There’s s-s-solstice,” Laurie says helpfully. He’s found his glasses. The coke-bottle lenses make his big, round eyes even bigger.

“Or Hanukkah. Or Kwanza. Even Diwali. All holidays dedicated to joy and light. Whose idea was it to say, at this dark and depressing time of year, we should all be joyful?” Nothing’s worse than being depressed and surrounded by people faking happiness. “Just let us be depressed.”

“That’s it.” Declan tosses the bowl onto the counter, sending the contents slopping down the cabinets. “I’m getting a tree.” He turns and gives us a full moon. Laurie and I groan. I pull down the brim of my hat over my eyes.

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Big Bad Boss – Mated (Werewolves of Wall Street #4) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino http://www.ilovenovels.com/big-bad-boss-mated-werewolves-of-wall-street-4-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:32:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/big-bad-boss-mated-werewolves-of-wall-street-4-read-online-renee-rose-lee-savino Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Lee Savino, Renee Rose Series: Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 19
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Rule #4 of Wall Keep your enemies close
The Vampire King wasn't on the invite list for our engagement party, but that won't stop him from demanding his due.
He insists Madi and I make an appearance at his club.
He wants a performance where we're the players.
I would refuse--war be damned, but my bride is intrigued.
And what she wants, she gets.

Mated is a bonus story from the completed Big Bad Boss trilogy featuring a billionaire boss-hole wolf shifter and his freakishly smart assistant.

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Chapter One

Madi

My breasts flatten against the floor-to-ceiling windowpane in my office where I’m pinned by over two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. Brick’s hand is between my legs, my skirt rucked up to my waist. I’m wearing thigh-highs, and his fingers are under the gusset of my panties, penetrating me.

“Brick!” I gasp.

“Not yet,” my former Big Bad Boss growls in my ear. “You don’t get to come until I come, Ms. Evans.” With his free hand, he slaps my ass. “I’ve been blue-balled all” –he spanks me again, “day” –his fingers arc inside me– “long” –he bites my neck– “thinking about you.”

If he keeps it up, I will come on the next thrust. “I fail…to see how that’s my fault.” My tone doesn’t match my words. It’s husky, and I’m out of breath.

“Sassy, I see.” Brick’s lips are right behind my ear. His warm breath feathers across my skin. He yanks down my panties. “I’m going to take care of my rather pressing need” –he allows me to feel the part of his anatomy he wants to press into me– “and then I’m going to consider what form of punishment your daily reprimand will take.” I hear the rustle of his pants and the sound of his zipper. “Now spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”

It’s a little hard with my panties around my thighs, so I shimmy my hips to drop them around my stilettos.

It doesn’t matter. Brick’s already losing control. He’s beyond noticing whether I complied with his order. He pulls my hips back to meet his thrust, impaling me in one swift motion.

I gasp. As always, it’s too rough, but perfectly delicious. I love how feral Brick gets, how desperate and dommy he becomes by the end of every day. I love knowing he needs to be inside me so badly he can’t wait until we get home. That he has to lock my office door, shove everything off my desk, and put his mouth between my legs before he can even think about driving me back to our penthouse.

Tonight is no exception. I had to stay late to prepare for a meeting with our French subsidiary tomorrow, so it’s 7:30 now. No one is left on the top floor where Eleanor and I run things.

Which is a good thing because if anyone were around, they would hear just how loudly Brick makes me scream when he’s this wound up.

He braces one hand against the windowpane beside my face and uses the other to hold my hips in place as he pounds into me. “I said, spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”

I guess he did notice.

I widen my stance, which makes my pelvis tip back more. Brick’s cock plunges in deeper, bottoming out against my G-spot.

“Brick!” I gasp.

“Don’t, Brick me, Madison Evans. I know you want to come. But what did I tell you?”

“I have…to wait,” I gasp. I’m already losing the ability to form sentences.

“That’s right.” He slams in harder.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Take it, little human.”

“I…I can’t,” I sob. Of course, I can. I am. And it’s so good. But I’m getting desperate to come.

“If I’m too rough, it’s because my wolf wants something from you.”

My brain is really not computing. I don’t have any idea what Brick means.

But maybe it’s Brick who isn’t making sense because his thrusts grow wilder. He loses his rhythm and his breath.

The hand holding my hips in place shifts to the front.

Knowing what’s coming, the quakes begin in my legs. Pleasure blooms in my core.

“Do you know what he wants, Madison?” Brick’s fingers hover right above my clit. He taps it once. “He wants…”

Brick loses concentration. He sucks in a harsh breath and holds it. “Now,” he commands, plunging deep as he comes. He finally touches my clit, and I cry out, my orgasm full and powerful. My internal muscles pull Brick’s cock deeper.

Brick keeps rubbing my clit, wringing shiver after shiver from me, making my orgasm last longer than I would’ve thought humanly possible.

When it’s over, I can’t even stand. I sag back into Brick’s arms, and he scoops me up and carries me to my desk, where he sits in my chair with me cradled in his lap.

“He wants pups, Madi. My wolf wants pups.”

Brick

Madi’s dazed look sharpens on my face. “What?”

Fuck. I didn’t mean to bring up the pups thing. We already talked about it. She just started a new job running the largest cosmetics company in the world. The one she will likely inherit. She’s not ready to start a family.

I shake my head. “Just sex-talk, Windows. I didn’t mean it.”

She blinks. “But is it true? Your wolf wants to breed me?”

I scrub a hand over my face. “I don’t know if I’d put it that way.”

“Your wolf always seems to have new demands of me, doesn’t he? Please tell me you’re not going to go moon mad if I don’t get pregnant in the next six months.”

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