Bridges Burned (Mission Mercenaries #3) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mission Mercenaries Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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I blink up at her. “Telling you you’re stuck with me because I’m a possessive asshole who won’t take no for an answer is saying sweet things?”

She tries to look away, her face growing redder as if she’s embarrassed.

“It’s not going to be easy on you or this delicate body of yours,” I say, tugging at the tucked knot of her towel, my eyes locking on her tits as the fabric falls to the floor. “Do you know how expensive just this hotel room is? That’s not even considering the cost to travel all the way up here from Texas.”

She moans when I suck her nipple into my mouth, her hips rolling as if she’s already forgotten all about the soreness she complained of earlier.

“You owe me so much.” Another nip at her skin, and the moan that slips out of her mouth makes my cock leak like it hasn’t gotten any action in months. “Gas prices are super high right now. My truck needs an oil change from all the travel. The expenses are endless.”

She pulls back, trying not to smile as she presses her hands to my shoulders.

“And you’re expecting me to earn all of that on my back?”

I shake my head, a sinister grin tugging up the corners of my mouth.

“Sweet, sweet, Madelene. You should know I’m not that vanilla. You will spend the least amount of time on your back, baby.”

I draw her even closer, forcing her to spread her legs. She doesn’t complain when I grip her ass and pull her body to straddle mine. Her mouth hangs open, the tiniest of squeaks coming from her when I press the tip of my cock to her pussy.

“I didn’t know sore pussies still leaked for their men.”

“She has a mind of her own,” she whispers, her lips moving against my jawline.

I’m breathless, struck stupid, when I pull her down onto my length. She doesn’t complain, despite her fingernails digging into my flesh.

“You’re going to get me pregnant,” she whispers.

Swear to God, I nearly come. She just unlocked some fucking hidden part of me I never knew existed.

“Shut up,” I hiss.

“Seriously, Hollis. I’m not on birth control.”

I inch back so I can look into her eyes. “If you think I won’t fuck my cum into you for a month straight just to know I did exactly that, you’re underestimating my need to own you.”

A slow smile spreads across my face when her pussy clenches, rippling along my shaft.

“Someone likes the idea of that,” I tease, rolling my hips upward to press into her deeper.

“Mind of her own,” she reminds me.

I press my lips to hers and spend the rest of the night getting lost in her.

Chapter 38

Madelene

“And those pens?” Lauren asks, her eyes rolling once again.

“Still on back order.”

“Angel’s going to be pissed.”

She has a glint in her eyes that tells me his anger is a treat for her. She’s made comments that have caused me to pause and wonder just what goes down between the two of them, but I’ve never gotten brave enough to ask. Her sexual relationship with the scary man is none of my business.

“It’s not your fault,” I tell her.

“But it could be.” She winks at me before going back to the stack of papers on the desk in front of her.

It’s been six months since Hollis took me from Chicago, and I can honestly say it’s been the best six months of my life.

Hollis has demanded more from my body than anyone ever has, but I don’t go to sleep in fear of what’s going to happen. He can’t guarantee my safety every second of the day, and I know that bothers the shit out of him on occasion, but I know he’ll sacrifice his own life for me if it comes down to it. The crazy thing is that I’d do the same for him, something I know he appreciates but would never ask of me.

“I wonder about you sometimes,” I say with a chuckle.

“All you have to do is ask.”

I look up, meeting her eyes, and they sparkle with something I’ll probably never understand. I’ve heard stories of what Lauren has been through in her life, catching bits and pieces here and there. We’ve never sat down and compared life stories, but I get the feeling if it were a competition of who endured the most then what happened to me pales in comparison.

I shake my head. Not because I’m not curious, but because it seems like I would be expected to reciprocate, and I’m nowhere close to talking about the things I’ve been through.

I don’t even speak of them to Hollis. When I’ve tried in the past, he got so angry, not at me but the dead men who hurt me. I’d much rather spend my time paying him back for running water, electricity, hell, even the taxes he pays on the road we take when he brings me to the office for my twice-a-week part-time job.


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