Crimson Truth (Onyx Assassins #4) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Onyx Assassins Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“Chemistry can be such a difficult thing,” Gloria said in my right ear.

Jocelyn’s hands rose on my chest and she gripped my tie in both hands as we locked gazes. Her eyes weren’t violet now. Oh no, they were sparkling amethysts, twinkling with mischief, and...desire?

“It’s not something easily explained.” My voice lowered as my hand found Jocelyn’s firm, curved waist. This was a bad idea, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck.

“You either have it or you don’t,” Gloria agreed.

Jocelyn ran her tongue over her lower lip and gave me a wicked smile. Oh, we had it.

“Okay, then what about—” Gloria started.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” I hit end on the call and dropped my phone on the dresser.

“No chemistry, huh?” Jocelyn asked, following me as I backed away a step at a time, her fingers curled around my tie. “Or maybe you’re just not experienced enough to recognize real chemistry?”

“Trust me, I’ve been around a few hundred years. I know my way around a female.” I took in her parted lips, the graceful curve of her neck, the rise of her breasts as her breath caught.

“How many females would you say that is?” She leaned in. “I mean, maybe the problem is that you’ve only been with females and not a real woman.”

“I don’t kiss and tell.” The back of my legs hit the oversized armchair.

“Oh, I’m counting on that.” She grinned and pushed against my chest.

I fell back into the chair because I wanted to, and that knowledge was scarier than thinking she’d somehow overpowered me.

“Jocelyn, you don’t know what you’re doing,” I warned, her name coming out more as a growl than anything else.

She sank down on one knee, then the other, straddling my lap. “Trust me, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Then her mouth was on mine, and I forgot every single reason it shouldn’t have been.

She tasted like the sweet pineapple she’d had at midnight, and all it took was one brush of her lips against mine, and I snapped.

One arm banded around her waist while I sank my other hand into the silken strands of her fluttering hair, pulling her flush against me.

She gasped, and I filled her mouth, stroking against the hot satin of her tongue with mine, taking her deep and unapologetically. She responded in kind, tilting her head to take me deeper, twining her arms around my neck and rocking her hips flush against mine as the kiss grew like a wildfire.

There was no containing something that felt this damned good.

She whimpered when I sucked her tongue back into my mouth, her nails digging into my scalp as she explored the same way I had. She ran the tip of her tongue carefully over the points of my incisors.

“No fangs?” she whispered, then skimmed her tongue over my bottom lip.

“Not that kind of hunger, sweetheart.” I pulled my fistful of her hair and her head tilted up toward mine again before I claimed her mouth in another kiss.

The heat between us was incendiary, a force of nature as I took her mouth again and again, her taste addictive, her tongue maddening.

Our breaths were ragged as I ripped my mouth from hers, savoring the soft skin of her throat with my lips and tongue.

My fangs punched down as my cock started to throb, one hunger morphing into another as it always seemed to do with vampires. Not that Jocelyn would know.

I dragged the tips of my fangs down her skin, careful not to scratch, and she trembled, throwing her head back as I made my way to the patch of skin where her neck met her shoulder.

Bite. Touch. Taste. Claim.

My instincts roared, demanding I sink into her in more ways than one.

She rocked against me, and the heat of her scorched my dick through the layers of cloth between us.

I fucking wanted her, and not just in this chair. I wanted this witch on the bed behind us, her legs spread, her arms open, and her mouth as hungry as mine. I wanted her ass in the air as I filled her from behind.

My grip tightened in her hair and my hand rose from her waist, under her shirt, to the curve of her breast.

“Fucking flawless,” I groaned as she filled my hand, the lace of her bra doing nothing to hide her pert nipples. Tugging the neckline of her shirt down, I brought my mouth to her breast, sucking the peak between my lips and teasing her nipple with my tongue.

“Benedict,” she moaned as I bit lightly, scraping my teeth over her before sucking hard.

A jolt of need rocked me to my core, because at that moment, I knew I would do anything—anything—to hear her say my name like that again.

I claimed her mouth once more, fucking her with my tongue as my hand gripped her hip, holding her against me as I thrust my cock against the seam of her pants, right above her clit.


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