A Monster Is Coming (Volkov Bratva #4) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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She put a hand on my chest, and I expected her to push me away, but she surprised me. Niamh smiled up at me.

“I’m ready.”

I doubted it, but I also wasn’t going to argue with a woman who knew what she wanted. I’d been bitten by that before way too many times, and I wasn’t going to do it now.

Reaching between us, I slid the tip of my dick between her wet pussy, getting it nice and slick, and ready. With the help of my tongue and her orgasm, she was soaking wet.

I eased the tip down, feeling her entrance, and I stared into her brown eyes. They looked up at me with a mix of excitement and nerves. I knew in a second they were going to be filled with pain.

I didn’t want to hurt her, so I warned her.

“I don’t care,” she said. “I want this. I want you. Please.”

Fuck. It was that “please.” And now, I knew I couldn’t hold back.

Tensing up, I tore through the veil of her virginity, slid my dick balls-deep inside her, and finally sealed the deal that Ivan had sent me to do.

****

Niamh

A Few Hours Later

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

We were laying in his bathtub. There were some soothing salts beneath the water, and Peter had not left my side. Well, not since he came back after taking care of the bottom sheet.

I had been a virgin. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was a woman. At twenty-five years old, I knew I’d been a woman for quite some time, only now, I was really a woman. I couldn’t help but frown. Did having sex make me a woman? I didn’t know. My head was in a confused place.

“I’m fine.”

I knew it was going to hurt, but I hadn’t figured out how much it was going to hurt. The pain had taken a few minutes to subside, and I was pretty sure Peter had even tried to not finish. He’d wanted to take care of me, and to call the whole thing off.

Not happening. I was doing this for me.

I wanted Peter, and even though I knew there was a chance this wasn’t going to last, I at least wanted my first time to be my choice. Not my father’s or my mother’s, or anyone else’s. This was my choice. And I chose Peter. Sweet, kind, charming Peter.

“Are you sure? I could warm up the water. I’ve got a few friends who might know a doctor.”

This made me laugh. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Please, don’t worry.” I tilted my head to the side and offered him a smile. “I do feel okay, I promise.”

He stroked a finger down my cheek. “I … hurting you … I didn’t want to.”

“I know,” I said. I did believe him. “There won’t be any more pain now.”

“I know, because we’re not doing it again.”

I chuckled and moved out of his arms. The bathtub was pretty large and I was able to straddle his waist. As I did this, I was careful because I didn’t want the water going all over the place. I happened to like Peter’s home. I’d never dream of trashing the place.

I didn’t even know where I’d gotten the confidence to spin around, smile at him, and slowly ease down onto his lap. His cock was still flaccid. He really, really, didn’t like hurting me.

How could I not be charmed by this man? I’d never known someone so gentle, so caring. I hadn’t grown up in my father’s home, but his presence lingered no matter where I was.

I cupped his face, staring into his blue eyes. They were so bright and beautiful, I knew I’d gladly look into his eyes all day and night.

“We’re never having sex again?” I asked.

“No.”

“What if I would like it?”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

I kiss him. “You won’t hurt me, that is a promise.”

I was not even trying to have sex with him again right now, but I needed him to know that I was fine.

His hands slid up my back, going toward my neck and between my thighs. I felt an answering pulse of his cock as he started to thicken. He was getting aroused, and this surprised me.

Breaking the kiss, I stared into his eyes. “Are you so sure about not wanting to?” I asked.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“What if I want to feel you again?” I asked. “Without the pain.”

Peter grabbed my arms and I let out a yelp, not in pain, but in shock as he spun me around, pressing my back toward his chest, and banded an arm around me. The sheer strength and force of him took me completely by surprise. I was at his mercy, not that I minded.

He was in control.

I couldn’t move.

I was not afraid.


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