Deadly Dorian Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott (Ward Security #3)

Categories Genre: Crime, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Ward Security Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
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When Marc opened the door, the man started cursing under his breath as he stared at Royce’s body. He seemed to be stuck in the doorway, so Royce motioned him forward. “Lose the towel.”

When that strip of black cotton hit the floor, Royce’s jaw wanted to follow it. Fuck, the man spent his life hunting for beautiful works of art and here he was, walking around as the finest one Royce had seen. At just over six feet, his slim body was a mix of heady, sleek muscles and endless, graceful legs. And his cock. Long and slim like the rest of him, with an elegant, slight curve. Royce knew his skin there would be satiny and warm. As his mouth watered, Royce bit down on his lip so he didn’t do something stupid like tell the man how beautiful he was, how he wished he could sculpt in clay because he’d give anything to have that body captured as it was in this moment.

“You’re beautiful,” Marc said, his voice low and rumbly.

He’d read Royce’s mind, because there was no way he was talking about his tough, wiry form. Hot, maybe, if someone was into scars and hard edges—anything other than a thing of beauty. Royce had spent his teen years brawling, and every part of his body held proof.

Marc walked up to him, his hands coming up to stroke over Royce’s shoulders, down his chest…he grabbed Royce’s hips and slammed them together. “Fuck, Royce. Your goddamn body.”

It was like something snapped, and Royce had Marc’s head locked in place with both hands as he opened that sexy mouth with his tongue. A groan rumbled up Marc’s throat, his tongue coming out to play in a mind-numbing slide that Royce felt in his dick. His wet hair felt like silk against his rough fingers, reminding him that he was touching something so, so very much finer than himself.

Something that wanted to be fucked, because Marc had started rubbing against him, his hands digging into Royce’s back as he opened his mouth wider. Royce bit and sucked at his lips, then pulled back and tugged Marc to his big-ass bed. He didn’t want to have to reach for the taller man’s lips—not right then. He pushed him and followed him down, sucking in a breath when Marc automatically spread his legs, so Royce could notch between them. And notch, they did. Height differences aside, here, on equal ground, their bodies just fucking fit.

Royce pressed against all that pretty skin, his mouth latching on to Marc’s jaw, his eyes closed to better soak it in. “You feel damn good against me.” He pressed his dick hard into Marc, opened his eyes, and watched his face.

The man hissed and bucked up into him, one hand clamping down on his ass, hard.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed, biting Marc’s neck and grinding harder into him. A part of him felt like he’d been given some sort of pass into a fantasy land, one where the prince of the city had a thing for gutter rats. If Marc had any idea of his past, he sure as hell wouldn’t be here. Wouldn’t be letting him relish his silver-spooned body.

He sucked on his collarbone, then moved down his chest, using lips, tongue, and teeth. When he latched on to Marc’s nipple, the man cried out and locked those legs around his back like a vise. Long, long fingers slid into his hair and held tight.

Royce fucking loved the pain as his hair was pulled. He growled and sucked that nipple into his mouth, working it until it was a rock-hard peak before he moved to the other. Above him, Marc cursed and groaned and muttered unintelligible words—all sounds that let him know he loved what Royce was doing to his body.

He kept going, nipping at his flat stomach and the faint lines of muscle in his abdomen. His navel drove Royce a little nuts, and he fucked it with his tongue until Marc started to writhe underneath him.

“Damn. Fuck. Royce! You gotta move down!”

He buried a small smile against the quivering skin of his belly and changed the part of his plan where he skipped Marc’s dick for now. Instead, he swirled his tongue around the leaking head, unable to tamp down his moan at the bitter taste that told him Marc was just as fucking turned-on as he was.

He sucked him down deep.

Marc yelled and bucked, and Royce clamped his hands down hard on his slender hips. He pushed him into the bed, holding him still as he proceeded to try and suck the man’s brains out through his dick. He licked and hollowed his cheeks and relished in the feel of hot, silky skin on his tongue. He loved the way his cock pulsated and the bump of his soft head against the back of his throat. He swallowed around it, soaking in the shudders of the body under his hands.


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