Wicked Truths (Hunt Legacy Duology #2) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hunt Legacy Duology Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
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He stalks forward with no regard for any of the blue beams that I’ve just broke my back avoiding, and one alarm triggers, then another and another. ‘Fuck,’ Becker curses, performing an about turn and taking us back to the wall. ‘We’ll wake Gramps.’ He dips and picks something up, and the noise dies in an instant, along with the thousands of light shards. Blackness falls for a split second before the lights kick in. And he’s on me again, resuming our desperate kiss. With me still coiled around his waist, he drops to his knees, then takes me down to my back. The hardness of the floor doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I wriggle beneath him, widening my spread thighs so he’s nestled comfortably between them. Our hands and mouths are everywhere, grabbing and kissing hectically. I can feel the length of him, hard and hot, gliding across the heat of my clit.

‘Becker,’ I pant between rushed tongue strokes. ‘Inside.’

‘Is someone in a hurry?’ His hand tickles down my side, onto my leg, and wraps around my upper thigh, tugging up.

‘No more games.’

‘Shhhh.’

‘Don’t shush me.’ I’m pulling at his hair in a frenzy, trying to angle my hips just so.

He’s having none of it. He lifts his lower body, getting to his knees. ‘Shut the fuck up, princess.’

I scream my frustration, and he flips me over, pulling my knickers aside and giving my arse a warning smack.

‘That’s two,’ I yell, pissed off, rolling onto my back again. ‘I only activated one alarm.’

‘Yes, but you’re making far too much noise right now.’ Sliding his arm under my lower back, he rises to standing, lifting me with him before steadying me on my feet. Then he lets go and wanders across the hall, taking long, slow strides that showcase his arse and back to their full beauty.

When he reaches the Louis XIV chair, he slowly takes a seat and spreads his legs. My eyes drop to his crotch and my tongue slips across my top lip.

‘Move.’ His order kicks my feet into action, but my focus remains on his cock as I make my way over to him. ‘See something you want?’ he asks assuredly.

‘Yes.’

‘I might let you lick it.’ His fist wraps around the girth and slowly starts to pump. ‘I might not.’

I reach him and flick my eyes up his body. His face is tight, his eyes on my breasts. I take my palms to them and cup firmly. My sensitive nipples pucker like they could be submerged in ice. ‘See something you want?’ I ask, as he continues to work himself.

‘No.’ He looks up at me. ‘I see something I have.’

I half smile, lifting a brow. I relinquish my hold of my boobs and cheekily slide two fingers down the centre of my stomach, into the top of my knickers. ‘And what about this?’ My breath stutters when my touch finds the liquid fire between my thighs. ‘Does this belong to you, Becker?’

‘We’ve been over this, Eleanor,’ he breathes tiredly. ‘Stop being so stubborn and accept that I own you.’ He drops his cock and reaches forward, knocking my hand away from the apex of my thighs. I inhale a feeble gust of air. Feeble because I planned on sounding shocked, but all I achieved was unadulterated craving. For him. He slips a finger into the side of my knickers and slowly draws them down my legs. ‘Step out and get on your knees.’ He lets the small piece of material around my thighs drop to the floor and then rests back in the chair, reclaiming his cock.

I’m knelt at his feet quicker than my dignity should allow. ‘And now what, sir?’ I’m selective with my words. I know what that one does to him, and a small hiss confirms it.

‘Kiss it.’ He holds himself firmly and thrusts his hips up a little.

I do as I’m bid, resting my hands on his thighs and leaning in. I keep my eyes on his as I lower my mouth to his cock and drop a gentle kiss on the very tip. He moans, gliding his fist up. A small bead of pre-cum appears. I can’t resist. I dip and lick it up, groaning teasingly.

He pushes me away and sits forward, sacrificing his own pleasure for mine, his fingers slipping between my legs, past my trembling lips, and pushing into me unforgivingly.

‘Oh God.’ I’m instantly rigid, and triumph is quickly plastered all over his extraordinary face. He circles his fingers precisely, prompting me to spit out a plea for mercy.

‘You want me?’ he hisses.

‘Yes.’

‘How badly, Eleanor? How badly do you want me fucking you right now?’

‘Badly.’ My torso concaves sharply, my head going limp. I can’t deal with this. ‘Becker, please.’

He removes his fingers and my body goes limp at his feet, my shoulders slumping. ‘Help me.’ He takes my chin and pulls my face up, flashing a condom in my face.


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