Redemption (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 4) Read Online Free
Author: Samantha Harrington
ridge and I grip the sides of her head, trying to get deeper. She catches the tip with each movement of her lips, then she gently scrapes her teeth over the head.
“Fuck, Emma, stop! I’m not cuming in your mouth the first time.” Her head tries to work me faster after I speak, but I pull her off me, lifting her up against the wall, waiting for her to wrap her legs over my hips. I kiss her frantically as I feel my cock ready at her pussy. I can feel the heat surrounding me. She is wet, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. Her nails rake my back as I push myself inside of her. She feels heavenly wrapped around me as I thrust upwards, the water making our bodies slide together in a perfect rhythm. I slam back into her as her back hits the shower wall hard, and I know I’m not far off. She feels too good. Her moans are driving me fucking crazy.
“Fuck … me … harder … deeper, Alek. You wont break me,” she says on a breathless whisper, but I hear her loud and clear. I pull out all the way to the tip and slam back in before she has time to recover. Her body tenses and I jerk harder. She is climbing higher with every thrust. And I’m the one who is going to fuck her over the edge. She clings to my body as the first wave of her orgasm hits. Her pussy clenches tight around me, milking me for everything I’ve got. I let go with a roar and feel every pulse coat her insides.
I pull out and her legs drop from around my waist. I grab the shower gel and squirt some on the puff and proceed to cover her delectable body with it. The soap sliding off of her is enough to make me hard again. I quickly wash, pushing those thoughts away for now.
Turning the shower off, I step outside and wrap myself in a towel. Reaching for her own, Emma steps out and covers herself, hiding that perfect body from my view.
I watch as she quickly dashes into the bedroom and throws her clothes on. I feel a sense of dread forming in the pit of my stomach.
Her next words cut deeper than I thought possible. Never have I let what a girl says to me affect me like hers do.
“I’m sorry, Alek, I have to go. This was a mistake.”
I hear the door slam as she leaves.
Fuck, what have I just done?
Chapter Three
Emma
I stumble into my room and dive onto the bed. The tears are flowing freely now. What the hell did I just do? He probably thinks I’m a fucking whore. That I just drop my knickers for any Tom, Dick, or Harry. He’s probably right on that assumption, though. I mean, come on, for months I was any man’s chew toy. They got to eat me up and spit me out without a second thought. The worst thing about it is that I probably did enjoy it a few times. Some of them were a hot fuck, but most were fucking old, bald and fat, and they slobbered all over me when they came. The last man was fucking shot while he was still inside of me, his blood splattered all over me. I didn’t even care, I was in shock that day.
I remember hearing the commotion coming from downstairs but thought nothing of it. Hearing fights break out was nothing new with Ivan, but then the gunshots came and that’s when I stilled and tried to tell the ugly fuck with the teeny, tiny dick to stop and see what was going on. He was having none of it, though, too busy pumping his sorry ass into me.
Then I saw the door fly open, and in came two guys instantly recognising what was happening. Malc, as I now know him, shot the guy on top of me and got the other guy to get me out of there. I don’t remember much after that. The doctor said I was in shock, and it was my body’s way of coping, so it shut down, so to speak.
For days I lay in the guest room of Damien’s house, recovering from the ordeal. The worst of the memories came from Ivan when he broke me in. The same way he did with all his new pets.
The day after I arrived, he had me in that little room. The air around him was dark when he entered. A cold, calculating look adorned his face. The purposeful strides he
“Fuck, Emma, stop! I’m not cuming in your mouth the first time.” Her head tries to work me faster after I speak, but I pull her off me, lifting her up against the wall, waiting for her to wrap her legs over my hips. I kiss her frantically as I feel my cock ready at her pussy. I can feel the heat surrounding me. She is wet, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. Her nails rake my back as I push myself inside of her. She feels heavenly wrapped around me as I thrust upwards, the water making our bodies slide together in a perfect rhythm. I slam back into her as her back hits the shower wall hard, and I know I’m not far off. She feels too good. Her moans are driving me fucking crazy.
“Fuck … me … harder … deeper, Alek. You wont break me,” she says on a breathless whisper, but I hear her loud and clear. I pull out all the way to the tip and slam back in before she has time to recover. Her body tenses and I jerk harder. She is climbing higher with every thrust. And I’m the one who is going to fuck her over the edge. She clings to my body as the first wave of her orgasm hits. Her pussy clenches tight around me, milking me for everything I’ve got. I let go with a roar and feel every pulse coat her insides.
I pull out and her legs drop from around my waist. I grab the shower gel and squirt some on the puff and proceed to cover her delectable body with it. The soap sliding off of her is enough to make me hard again. I quickly wash, pushing those thoughts away for now.
Turning the shower off, I step outside and wrap myself in a towel. Reaching for her own, Emma steps out and covers herself, hiding that perfect body from my view.
I watch as she quickly dashes into the bedroom and throws her clothes on. I feel a sense of dread forming in the pit of my stomach.
Her next words cut deeper than I thought possible. Never have I let what a girl says to me affect me like hers do.
“I’m sorry, Alek, I have to go. This was a mistake.”
I hear the door slam as she leaves.
Fuck, what have I just done?
Chapter Three
Emma
I stumble into my room and dive onto the bed. The tears are flowing freely now. What the hell did I just do? He probably thinks I’m a fucking whore. That I just drop my knickers for any Tom, Dick, or Harry. He’s probably right on that assumption, though. I mean, come on, for months I was any man’s chew toy. They got to eat me up and spit me out without a second thought. The worst thing about it is that I probably did enjoy it a few times. Some of them were a hot fuck, but most were fucking old, bald and fat, and they slobbered all over me when they came. The last man was fucking shot while he was still inside of me, his blood splattered all over me. I didn’t even care, I was in shock that day.
I remember hearing the commotion coming from downstairs but thought nothing of it. Hearing fights break out was nothing new with Ivan, but then the gunshots came and that’s when I stilled and tried to tell the ugly fuck with the teeny, tiny dick to stop and see what was going on. He was having none of it, though, too busy pumping his sorry ass into me.
Then I saw the door fly open, and in came two guys instantly recognising what was happening. Malc, as I now know him, shot the guy on top of me and got the other guy to get me out of there. I don’t remember much after that. The doctor said I was in shock, and it was my body’s way of coping, so it shut down, so to speak.
For days I lay in the guest room of Damien’s house, recovering from the ordeal. The worst of the memories came from Ivan when he broke me in. The same way he did with all his new pets.
The day after I arrived, he had me in that little room. The air around him was dark when he entered. A cold, calculating look adorned his face. The purposeful strides he