Sinful Hands (Chained Hearts Duet #3) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chained Hearts Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
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I want to move, but his command to stay still comes back to me. I don’t even know how moving would be possible when I can feel the pleasure rising and rising with each stroke of his tongue.

He’s slow, taking his time. He never rushes. It’s like he’s perfected his technique and he knows with each little movement of my hips what he’s doing right. He slips a finger inside me and then another, and I can feel myself reaching that point. My hands try to find something to grip, but there’s nothing but the hard tabletop beneath my fingers. I reach for his hair, and as I do, my hips move.

Then he stops.

His fingers, his mouth, completely gone, no longer touching me.

And I was so close.

So fucking close.

I scrub my hands down my face and hear him chuckle, so I look at him only to find he’s smirking, his lips wet, and a playful, sinful expression on his face.

“I told you not to move.”

“I didn’t,” I snap.

“Oh, but you did.”

I groan and tilt my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then, suddenly, he’s back. His warm mouth on my clit, his finger sliding into me, with slow, delirious licks of pure fucking pleasure, and it doesn’t take me long until I feel the build again. And when I do, I try to keep my hips still. I try with all my might, but they arch to meet him, and he takes one last lick before he’s gone again.

“This is unfair.”

“I’d say so…” He huffs, but this time he hasn’t pulled fully away. He’s still leaning over me, looking at me.

“Get off of me, then.”

Lucas pushes my hips back down to the table, and it’s then I realize what he’s doing.

He’s edging me.

“How would you like me to do the same?” I try to move, but he pins me with one hand to my stomach.

“Be a good girl and stay still.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

Lucas goes back down, and this time, I stay really fucking still, until I can no longer stand it. But he lets me come, and when I do…

Holy mother of God.

My legs quiver, my clit pulsates, my pussy is vibrating, and I want to do it all over again.

“Mio per sempre.”

“Hmm,” is all I can manage back. I wonder what that means. He’s said it to me a few times, but I can’t work up the strength to ask him. It’s probably something along the lines of I’m going to kill you. And here I am, thinking maybe it means something romantic.

Romantic with Lucas?

Now that’s a laugh.

25

Lucas

She sits up, her ponytail hanging down her back, and I want to pull it. Hard. Her eyes lock on mine, and I can’t help but step closer to her.

What is this woman doing to me?

This is the third time I’ve been with her, tasted her, and I never want to stop.

But I have to.

We could never work.

People like me can’t ever make it work.

We don’t get happily ever afters like Keir.

No, we die in a ditch and the world moves on with a care factor of zero that we’re gone. There is no saving a soul that is black and tarnished. Ruined. Destroyed beyond repair.

So why am I so pulled to hers?

She isn’t clean, we both know that. She may not have blood on her hands, but she isn’t a good girl either.

Chanel comes from a dirty family, raising her brother herself, and she did what was necessary. Maybe that’s where the attraction comes from. She will do anything necessary to save herself and her family. And I would do the same.

Her hands, so soft and tender, reach for me. When she pulls me to her, she wraps her legs around my waist, locking me to her.

“I think it’s your turn, wouldn’t you say?” she asks, and I pull at her little excuse for a top and tear it over her head. She lets me without an argument.

I like to know that it’s me who makes her come.

I like to know that it’s me who can make her quiver.

She manages to stand, her legs leaving my waist, and then she drops to her knees. She reaches for my waistband and pulls my trousers down until my hard cock is in her face. She licks the tip, then spits on it and rubs her hand up and down at a perfect pace.

Fuck.

Fuck.

She does this until my hands grab her hair, and her mouth wraps around me. I don’t force her head because I want her to go at her own pace. She doesn’t need lessons on how to suck cock, she’s had enough experience and does that just fine all by herself.

A humming sound escapes my mouth, and she pulls away, falling to her ass as she looks up at me from the floor.


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