Possess Me (Masters of Corsica #3) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Masters of Corsica Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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Standing in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine, he shakes his head from side to side as he slowly removes his belt.

“You know I won’t be baited, Cosette.”

Sure he will. He fucking loves this.

“Mmm. I see.”

In two steps he’s by my side and I’m on my knees, hands splayed in front of me. With his sharp tap to my inner thighs, I spread my legs.

The first swish warns me to brace just as the smack of his belt lands on my thighs.

“I’ve done my homework,” he says. “I know you can take it.” Another hard thwack of the belt has me squirming. “And I further know that you like it. You’re a good girl, taking my belt.” I squirm to get away from the bite of leather when his warm, rough hand caresses the area he just whipped. My belly warms to molten honey, his praise dripping down over every inch of my exposed body.

“Just like that, baby. Mmm,” he says when I spread my legs wider as if to beg him for more. “That’s exactly what I want from you. You know it’s actually good for a pregnant woman to be overpowered like this.”

“And spanked?”

Another thwack of the belt has me hissing in a breath while he continues. “That endorphin rush is good for you and the baby.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, baby.” That voice, all sexy and stern and commanding, the husky tones making my skin crawl and my pussy ache. “Now, touch yourself. And if you stop, I’ll get the cane.”

Gah. That cane’s no joke.

I finger myself, not too surprised to find I’m sopping wet and eager for more. My hips jerk, my need for him rising with every second that passes. Another lash of the belt falls, but I hardly feel it as my body grows hotter and I’m sinking deep into the calming well of submission, craving more.

And then he’s on me, his body fully over mine. His hands cover mine, pinning me down, his torso brushes mine, his mouth at my ear. “Je veux sentir ton corps et me perdre en toi.”

I want to feel your body and get lost in you.

He kisses my shoulder, and I shiver when his rough whiskers graze my sensitive skin. I yelp when his teeth nip my skin, then warmth floods through my core when he licks and nips and bites again. I whimper and moan and arch my back into the strength of him.

When he pushes me flat onto the bed and laces his fingers around my throat, my pulse spikes.

“Breath play,” he whispers. “No breath play. No drawing blood.”

Eeek. Drawing blood?

“If I spank you, I’ll be careful. I know how far I can take you and I know what you need.”

I close my eyes as a sudden rush of emotions threatens to choke me.

He does. He knows what I need, unlike anyone else I’ve ever met or ever dreamed of before. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him so badly I can’t help the rising feelings that are overcoming me.

“Can I blame the pregnancy hormones?” I say on a sob.

His body stills over mine. I’m tucked under a Lyam blanket.

“For crying?” he asks. When I turn my face to look at him, he kisses my damp cheek. “You can blame whatever you want on the hormones. I like your tears.”

He brushes my cheek and captures a tear before he slides it along his lips.

“You like my tears?”

“Your tears don’t show weakness, Cosette. They show that you trust me.”

Gently, slowly, he pushes himself up and guides me to my back. We fit together like this as if we were carved into creation coupled together, his larger, heavier body above mine, my softer, curvier body beneath his.

I trace my finger along his bicep, outlining the tattoos there. Pushing myself up I kiss each tat, one after the other, tasting them, tracing my tongue over every curve and line. When he moans, I glide my thumb across his chest and over his nipple and kiss another tat.

“Fuuuucckk,” he groans, his head thrown back. The length of his hard cock presses into me.

It surprises me when he pushes out of bed, only to bend and lift me again.

Oh, right.

The scent of roses.

When we reach the bathroom, I see what his plan is. The huge jacuzzi tub is filled with splashes of pink petals.

“You didn’t,” I say, giving him a curious glance.

“Fill a tub for us? Why not?”

“Because it’s romantic.”

“You think I’m not romantic?” he says with a frown as he lowers me into the tub. I moan in pleasure, enveloped in the warm, fragrant water.

“I might fall asleep,” I whisper. “Don’t let me drown.”

The sound of his dark chuckle makes my pulse skitter dangerously. “Oh, I’ll make sure you don’t fall asleep. I can assure you that isn’t happening.” I lean on the edge of the tub, watching him undress. I want to touch myself all over again just eying his chiseled abs and toned legs, and that ass—


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