Devious Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #3) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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My hips jerk wildly as my body tenses. I am seconds from detonation, so Polina doesn’t hesitate to keep me in her mouth. With a hum of readiness, she silently begs for my release so she can devour every drop of my cum.

When I give it to her, a surge of warmth pumps out of my twitching cock and onto her tongue. As her moan bounces throughout the shower, she doesn’t hesitate to swallow me down. She finishes me off until the shakes I was trying to soothe with warm water return, and I’m dying for another hit.

“My turn.”

When I pluck Polina off the floor and plant her backside on the tiled shower seat, I wonder how I ever thought cocaine was the perfect crutch. It shifted my grief and made me believe things weren’t as bad as they seemed, but not like this. Not so broadly.

Polina’s freshly waxed pussy is liberating, so much so, even knowing I don’t deserve it won’t stop me from claiming every inch of it.

You don’t get handed perfection and turn it down.

Polina’s thighs shudder when I mimic her earlier stance, but it isn’t solely my kneeled position sending revitalizing zaps through her body. It is our eye contact—steady and strong despite the clouds of steam between us and other matters I want to keep hidden for eternity.

“I thought I was meant to touch you when I want to touch drugs.” Her thighs tremor harder when I run the back of my hand down her waxed lips before hitting her clit with a firm backhanded slap. “Wasn’t that the deal we negotiated?”

“Uh-huh,” she murmurs, her voice husky with arousal. “But it isn’t always about you, Yev. I have needs too.”

A multitude of expressions crosses her face when I slowly inch a finger inside her before quickly switching it to two. “And those needs involve my cock in your mouth?”

I’m hard again in an instant when she answers with a brisk nod.

She clenches and unclenches her walls around my fingers before fighting through the sensation to toss her head back and moan.

Her discipline almost snaps when I swipe my thumb over her clit. It is throbbing with need and calling me to it with the same desperate neediness her pussy displays when I furl my fingers at the end to milk her G-spot.

I wouldn’t hesitate to eat her like a starved man if it wouldn’t disrupt her line of sight. She needs to see the face of the person touching her, and as much as it angers me that her neurosis has more to do with fear than carnal desires, I won’t force her out of her comfort zone.

Not yet.

Neither of us is ready for that.

“I’m going to make you come here.” I finger fuck her with slow, controlled pumps, gauging her pleasure by how firmly her pussy hugs my fingers. “Then I think it’s about time I made you that breakfast I promised. Can’t expect to feast off you without feeding you first.”

An unexpected chuckle rumbles in my chest when Polina drags her index finger over her top lip while muttering, “I’ve already eaten.”

“Is that so?” When she nods, I tug her forward until her ass hangs off the seat. “Then I guess it’s only fair that I eat too.”

Panic flares across her face for only a second, lasting as long as it takes for me to lift her into my arms and exit the bathroom like the shower isn’t still running.

Her moan when I plonk her naked ass onto my dining room table before taking a seat at the king’s spot makes my blood potent, but it has nothing on the scent of her arousal when the mirrors an interior designer lined across one wall leaves no snippet of the table uncovered.

Even if Polina wants to throw her head back and join her shoulder blades, she will still be able to see whose head is between her legs.

The thought has me burying my head between her legs and eating her for breakfast long before I’m reminded I was never one for interior design.

That was Feo’s niche.

“Stay with me, Yev,” Polina murmurs as her fingernails rake my scalp and her hips gyrate upward. “That feels so damn good.”

Her stormy eyes bore into me when I drag my tongue through the folds of her pussy before swiveling it around her clit. One flick makes her legs quiver. A second has her hands more tugging at my hair than massaging my scalp. A third has her grinding against my mouth, taking what she needs from me as I did her only minutes ago.

A fourth is almost my undoing.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I mutter against her slick slit, giving in to the euphoria pumping into me instead of denying it as I have the past six and a half months.


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