The Boss’s Possession (Crave and Claimed #4) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Crave and Claimed Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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Drawing his tongue back and forth, then around her clit, he drew an orgasm from her, and held her in place as he did so. She was so fucking perfect.

He didn’t give her time to come down from her peak. He worked her clit with his fingers as he moved up the bed, and then he let her go, long enough to grab his cock, press the tip to her core. Staring into her brown gaze, he slammed balls-deep inside her, tearing into her virginity.

Willow tensed up and the pleasured moans that came from her lips were replaced with a painful scream. Her hands clenched and she pushed at his body.

Carson stayed perfectly still and waited for the moment she told him to stop. He wanted to gain her trust, for her to know he’d listen to her, that she didn’t have to be afraid of him.

Willow didn’t say a word. He saw the tears in her eyes. He’d caused that. Him. Taking her virginity caused this pain, and he hated himself for it. He couldn’t stand to see her cry.

Carson moved, and keeping his pelvis stiff and his cock still within her, he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her lips, her face, trying to take the pain way.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so fucking sorry.”

He never apologized to anyone for hurting them. Dishing out pain had been part of his job description. When people said the name Carson Dexter, they didn’t associate it with someone who cared or had feelings.

Everything he felt was for one person alone—Willow Kaye. She was his only weakness.

He held her tightly against him as she cried. If only he knew how to beat the shit out of himself, he’d gladly do it. He had promised to hurt anyone who tried to hurt Willow, and yet he’d been the first one to do it.

Chapter Seven

The pain lessened. Willow had known it was going to hurt. She hadn’t quite expected it to hurt as badly as it did, but she guessed Carson wasn’t a small man. He had a large penis. A penis that was very much inside her, and very hard, and after the pain subsided, she wanted to feel something more. Sex couldn’t be that boring.

Carson released her and stared down into her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

She had a feeling he wasn’t used to asking such a question.

“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She had never been so bold, but she put her hands on the base of his back and slowly moved down, going toward his ass. “I want you to … fuck me.”

It felt so weird to say those words.

Carson groaned.

He pulled out of her and she was about to complain as she thought he was stopping, only for him to suddenly slam back inside her. This time there was no pain. There was pleasure. She gasped as he began to do it again, pulling out until only the tip of him remained, and then plunging inside her.

Another gasp. She felt something twitch inside her.

Carson took hold of her hands, locking them above her head, and he continued his slow, long strokes that were sparking a need within her. She wanted him to go harder and faster.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes.”

She didn’t know if it was possible for him to give her more, but then Carson surprised her by going harder, faster, and he seemed to hit her deeper. Pleasure exploded inside her. She didn’t want him to stop and began to thrust her hips up to meet every single one of his thrusts. He felt so good.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last.”

Willow watched as he took over, driving inside her, pounding his cock within her, and she felt a small, mini climax, and then his cock jerked and she knew he’d reached his climax.

The veins on his neck protruded and he released a growl. Afterward, he pressed a kiss to her lips and he let go of her hands long enough to wrap them around her. She loved feeling him surround her.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“It was always going to hurt.”

Now that the reality had set in, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious that he was going to lose interest.

He kissed her neck, her chest, and then he sat up. “I’m going to run you a bath. You’re to stay here. No moving.”

Willow tried not to wince as he pulled out of her and she admired the curve of his back as he disappeared into the bathroom. Going up to her elbows, she looked down and groaned. Blood and … semen.

Crap. Carson hadn’t worn a condom. What did she do? Did she have to tell him?

She heard the bath running and Willow tried to make as little a mess as possible but that was hard to do as his cum dripped from her body. Willow stood at the edge of the bed when he returned to the bedroom.


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