Wrong (#1) Read Online Free Book L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Wrong Series by L.P. Lovell
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“This is fucking wrong,” I groan against her lips as I yank her sweatpants off.

“Everything with you is wrong,” she says, her nails scratching down my neck to my shoulders. Fuck me!

I work my mouth down the side of her neck, growing drunk on her scent. She pushes my boxers down and grips my cock hard. She strokes me like she fucking owns that shit. I spread her thighs, knocking papers and the phone from my desk in the process. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re just as wrong as I am,” I growl.

She thrusts her hips forward and my dick gets the slightest taste of her. I inhale and force her down on the desk, pinning both her hands back over her head. I rub over her breasts as I snake my hands down her body. I can’t wait the three seconds it will take to rip her fucking underwear off her. I push them to the side and shove my cock inside her tight, wet pussy, groaning as she grips me. I toss my head back, digging my fingers into her firm thighs. “Fuck, woman,” I hiss as I push into her deeper, just holding my cock there. Warm. Wet. Motherfucking tight. If I fucking move right now I may lose my shit.

She wiggles beneath me, her back bowing as she grips the edge of the desk. I drive into her so damn hard her body slides across the desk. Every time I push into her, she moves.

“Fuck,” I groan, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her up.

She’s breathing so heavy. “What are you…” she gasps.

I eye the pair of underwear before I grab the sides and tear them from her. I’ve never been this desperate for a woman. All inhibitions are gone. This is nothing aside from a primitive need.

“I can’t fuck you deep enough like this,” I say as I drag her from the desk and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as I thrust into her hard and deep. She moans and tosses her head back, her fingernails embedding themselves into my shoulders. She releases a heavy, sex-drunken groan, her eyes fluttering. I kiss down her neck, biting her every few seconds, and with each nip her nails grip me harder.

“Tell me you fucking want it, Tor,” I demand as I violently slam into her.

All she does is moan, and I stop, holding myself inside her and pressing into her as hard as I can. She grinds over me, trying to find release. I take the few steps it takes to slam her against the wall, pinning her so she can’t move. I’ll be damned if I’m not going to get what I fucking want.

I arch a brow and glare at her. “Fucking tell me.” She stares at me. It’s damn torture to hold myself in her, feeling her rhythmically contracting around me and not being able to fucking move. “Fucking say it!” I growl.

She fights against me, her hips bucking over me, and I press her harder into the wall. “Tell me.”

She locks her eyes with mine, her hands gripping the back of my head and pulling my face to hers. “I want you to fuck me like you paid for me.”

I lay into her, brutally fucking her against the wall. Within seconds she’s screaming, clawing at me like I’m taking her fucking life from her. Her pussy squeezes around my dick and I feel every muscle in my body tighten. Sweat beads on my forehead. My fingers grab at whatever part of her body they can find, and I bury my face in her neck, groaning as I come inside her.

Her legs slowly drop to the floor and we stand covered in the blood of a man that tried to kill her, sweaty and breathlessly pressed against one another. I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “The next time you slap me, I will hit you back. Don’t fucking test me.”

She yanks her chin out of my grip and pushes me away from her. “I may let you choke me, but hit me, and you’d best sleep with one eye open.” She scoops up her sweatpants, pulling them on without her underwear.

I glare at her as I pull my jeans up. “Don’t fucking slap me, and you won’t have anything to worry about.”

“Don’t be an arsehole, and I won’t slap you,” she huffs as she pulls on her stained top. Without her bra, her nipples are clearly visible through the thin material. She storms out of the office with a flick of her chocolate-colored hair.

I take a few hard steps into the hall. “Fucking losing your morals, huh? You think maybe showing your tits’ll get you fucked by my brother too?” I shout as she walks away. She doesn’t say anything, she just flips me the middle finger over her shoulder, her hips swaying defiantly as she disappears around the corner.


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