Reluctantly His – Gilded Decadence Read Online Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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“No one else has a room in this wing anymore.” She sat up, pressing the thick down comforter to her body. I couldn’t see much. The light in the room came from some ambient city light outdoors, but mostly the full moon. “What are you doing here?”

“What I should have done days ago,” I said, unbuckling my pants and letting them fall to the ground.

Her eyes met mine, and I stood up straight, letting her take in all of me.

Slowly, her gaze trailed over my body, taking in all of my tattoos, the muscles from years of training, the scars, and the piercing on my already hard cock.

“Reid, this isn’t right.”

I leaned my knee against the bed and captured her face in my hands. “You don’t think I know that? You don’t think this all started as some bullshit plan to get you to run complaining to your father?”

“Well, it worked. I did! I kept up my side of your plan. You’re the one who told my father no.”

My thumbs caressed her cheeks. “Yes, you did—you beautiful, stubborn sweet pain in the ass. I was the bastard who went and fucked things up by falling for you. Fucking hard.”

She tried to look away, but I tightened my grip. “Please, don’t feed me some line. I get enough false flattery from the world because of my family name.”

I slowly shook my head. “It’s not some damn line, baby. For years, I watched from the sidelines as you were paraded through one event after another. I thought it was all an act. I figured there was no way you could be as sweet and innocent as that shy smile of yours hinted. That you had to be a spoiled brat behind the scenes. And I was right.”

Her mouth opened on a gasp. “Hey! I’m not that spoiled. I mean, sure, I’m used to certain levels of luxury, but I’ve always been grateful and⁠—”

I laughed as I kissed the tip of her nose. “I was wrong because you were even sweeter, kinder and more beautiful than I imagined. And when you play the cello, it’s like the best of humanity is calling out to me, past all the ugly memories of war-torn devastation.”

Her cool hand came up to cup my cheek. “Oh, Reid.”

I turned my head and kissed the center of her palm. “Ignore me. I’m rambling because I’m a little drunk, but that doesn’t mean what I’m saying isn’t true.”

She bit her lip. “This isn’t fair. You shouldn’t be saying such things to me. It’s… it’s too late.”

“I don’t believe that. Tell me you don’t want me, princess,” I said, the name not coming out with its usual venom. At some point, ‘princess’ had gone from an insult to a term of endearment. “Tell me to get dressed and leave and never come back.”

“I can’t,” she breathed, still staring at my cock.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Even though a sober voice screamed in the back of my mind that I was making a selfish, brutish mistake that would only hurt her in the end, I didn’t care. I was beyond caring. Tonight was my breaking point.

“Good girl,” I said as I climbed further onto the bed and sealed my mouth over hers.

For a long moment, I just kissed her, loving how her body melted against mine, her fingers going to my shoulder and pulling me in closer as I devoured her lips. She tasted so sweet. She was so soft under my fingers.

Without breaking the kiss, I pulled the duvet down and climbed beneath the covers with her. She was so warm, the bed so comfortable and inviting, I never wanted to leave. I would have been perfectly content spending the rest of my life in that bed, between her thighs.

She was wearing a gorgeous light pink nightgown trimmed in black lace.

It was expensive and beautiful… up until the moment I ripped it from her body.

I had seen enough of her to know she was stunning, but nothing could have prepared me for the body she kept hidden under all those old-fashioned prim and proper dresses.

The dress she had on earlier showed off her curves, but in an unnatural, stiff way that clearly had made her uncomfortable.

The clothes she usually wore were conservative, lady-like, almost dainty. They managed to conceal a body that looked like it would have been better suited to a super model.

“Fuck, princess,” I said, looking down at her before sweeping my hands from her shoulders to her full breasts. “God, I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

I let out a territorial growl before kissing down her neck to her ample chest.

“You can’t,” she said.

“Yes, I can,” I said between flicks of my tongue over her nipples. I loved the way she responded to me, little goose bumps pebbling her taut skin. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long, I won’t stop until you come on my cock. Twice.”


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