Broken by Sin – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
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I release a gasp, and a moan, but he buries my mouth with his.

I’m pinned back against the seat as his fingers slip along my folds and god, I’m soaking wet, he must feel how dripping I am, he must know that I’m so excited I can barely stand it, but he doesn’t mock me for it, he doesn’t tease me—he only slides his fingers up and down, rolling along my clit, then fucking me with them.

I moan into his mouth.

God, fuck, hell, it feels so insanely good.

I’ve never been touched like this before in my life, and it’s like lighting my body on fire.

My brain flares with pleasure, pure and intense.

Nico’s fingers are like heaven. He works my clit, fucks me deep, goes back up.

Over and over, up and down, and I’m moaning into his mouth, moaning against his tongue, into his kiss. He bites me, pulls my hair, and stares into my eyes.

“I fucking hate you, princess,” he whispers as his two fingers slide deeper into my pussy. “I’ve hated you for a long time. You represent everything I despise most about your family. But god, I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted something before.”

“You’re an asshole,” I say, fighting back the moans that want to tear from my throat. “You’re a selfish prick. You’re entitled and arrogant and mean, and I want you to make me come, you bastard.”

He bites my lip and keeps going.

Fucking me deeper, teasing my clit faster.

I moan, roll my hips, stupid with pleasure, wild with want. He grips my hair and I kiss him and bite him and lose myself in his touch.

He fucks me with his fingers faster, faster, and I’m panting, sweating, tingling, buzzing with want—

“Come for me, you filthy fucking girl,” he says in my ear. “I want to see you come. I want you to know it’s me giving you this pleasure. I’m the one that makes you feel good. Don’t fucking forget it, you spoiled brat.”

“Asshole,” I gasp, back arching. “Nico, god damn it, don’t stop.”

I come in a burst of raw energy that makes my back arch and my mouth spread wide open.

I come and I come and I come, and he keeps going, taking my ecstasy into pure euphoria.

I’ve never felt like this in my life, never gotten close, never approached even a sliver of this pleasure, and god, it’s Nico, it’s fucking Nico making me come in his car outside my own damn house, and I hate him, I hate him so much for doing this to me, and if he stops right now, I swear I’ll kill him.

Slowly, the orgasm passes, like a tsunami wave receding back into the ocean.

He kisses me softly and when I’m done, he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean while staring into my eyes.

It’s the most erotic and intense thing I’ve ever seen.

“Does that pass your test?” I ask, flushed and dizzy.

“More than passed it.” He releases my hair and nuzzles against my jaw as he buttons my pants for me. “Should I take you home, or should I pull you into the back seat and do what I desperately want to do to you?”

“Nico—”

“Don’t worry, princess.” His smirk is evil and gorgeous all at once. “When I fuck you, you’ll be ready.”

“When you fuck me? Do I get a say in this?”

“You always have a say. But you’ll beg before I give you what you want.”

He puts the car in drive and takes us to the villa.

I run up into my room and ignore my father’s questioning frown when I pass him in the hallway. I hear Nico greet him with a chipper edge to his voice as I close my door, lock it, and throw myself into bed.

Nico. Nico, fucking Nico.

Why would I let him do that to me?

And why do I want him to do it again—

And again, and again, and again?

Chapter 16

Nico

I spend the next day trying to work.

But every time I pause and let my mind wander, I see Karah again. I see her moaning. I hear her saying my name. I taste the hate and anger on her tongue and feel the pleasure, the pure, carnal lust.

I keep seeing her coming on my fingers and I can still taste her pussy on my tongue.

It’s a waking nightmare.

To make myself feel better, I leak the location of the next electronics shipment from the cartel anonymously through a burner phone and an intermediary to a rival gang, a bunch of Somali guys that love nothing more than killing and stealing.

That’ll piss the Don off to no end and have him chasing ghosts for weeks.

But it doesn’t take the edge off.

I keep thinking about Karah and the look on her face as she orgasmed. My hatred and self-loathing only make the lust that much sweeter.


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