Wicked as Seduction – Trees & Laila Part 1 (Wicked & Devoted #5) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wicked & Devoted Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
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The moment she moaned and surrendered, he wielded his power like a king. He ruled over her blossoming pleasure, using it ruthlessly to sweep through her mouth and take every inch, as if proclaiming that—at least in this moment—she was his to touch and please as he wished.

Dazed, she curled her arms around his neck as she tilted her head and yielded to him. He continued his siege, sweeping one hand down her rib cage, dipping in at her waist, before cupping her hip with a groan. “Laila…”

His whisper swept through her, blanketing her skin with goose bumps and tightening her belly with heat. If he was the king, why did he sound as if he worshipped her? It confused her, just like her desire for more of his touch.

“Want me to stop?”

Her body answered for her. “No.”

After his slow smile, he didn’t bother with words or a soft brush of lips. He seized her mouth again, thrusting in and overwhelming her. A fresh surge of desire left her feeling flushed and overheated as sensation spread through her body. Her nipples hardened to painful points. The place between her legs began to ache. She felt a dangerous urge to open herself and welcome Trees inside her.

His other hand drifted down her body in a slow glide of fingertips that left her gasping. As he settled both on her thighs and spread them apart, she shuddered, her heart beating so rapidly she could hear the roar in her ears.

His hips sank between her parted legs. He nudged his erection against her sex.

Instantly, cold iced all the hot aches in her body. Every muscle tensed, preparing for the imminent, painful invasion of his massive penis.

You can endure this. Focus on Valeria and Jorge.

“Relax,” Trees murmured as he glided his lips across her jaw and down her throat. “I won’t do anything you’re not ready for. Let me explore you, little one.”

He proved again he was a man of his word when he skimmed her collarbones with his lips, then dropped lower with a soft drag of sweet, gumdrop kisses. Against her better judgment, Laila softened—until he approached her breasts.

She’d been groped, pinched, fondled, and squeezed against her will in the past more times than she could count. Hector had always called himself a “boob man” and had been seemingly fascinated with hers, often tweaking them until she cried.

But Trees proved himself different once more. He cradled one in his palm so gently she almost wondered if she’d imagined it. Then his thumb brushed over the distended tip. Laila gasped at the shocking new sensations skittering through her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against the hard crest. “I dreamed of you.”

Though she’d known that on some level, she still trembled. “Why?”

“Everything about you makes me ache to touch you.”

“And now you are.”

“But I need to protect you, too.”

“That is your job.”

Softly, he shook his head as his lips caressed the side of her breast. “Not because I’m paid to, Laila. Because the man in me…”

He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. His silence unsettled her. What had he intended to say? That he felt sorry for her because she had been treated badly in the past? That he saw her as too weak to protect herself? “What?”

Trees stared, his gaze so piercing, so achingly personal, she felt penetrated without him even entering her. “Let’s just say I don’t want anything to happen to you for reasons that have nothing to do with EM Security.”

What did that mean?

Before she could puzzle it out, Trees skimmed his lips up the side of her breast again, this time dangerously close to her throbbing nipple. Her thoughts evaporated. Against her will, she arched up, offering herself for his mouth.

Why? That usually brought teeth, biting. Pain. Had she lost her mind?

But Trees merely lapped at her hard bud with his soft tongue. His deep rumble of approval reignited her.

Laila met his stare, hot and dark and demanding. With their gazes fused, he enveloped her nipple in his mouth, closing his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking deep.

The pull jolted clear through her body. Her sex clenched. Her womb cramped. She whimpered as fire spread across her skin.

“Does that feel good?”

Lying never crossed her mind. “Yesss…”

The syllable had barely left her lips before he enveloped her tender bud again and sucked with a sensual pull that shook her to the core. Her other breast tightened with need. The tip—harder than ever—throbbed. She wanted his touch.

“Trees…” The plea slipped out. Before she realized it, she arched up in need.

“I’m here, little one. Just feel.” He both soothed and aroused her by cupping her neglected breast, his thumb brushing the painfully taut tip.

A new wave of heat crashed over her. She hissed and grabbed his shoulders, her eyes sliding shut, her head falling back. She couldn’t fight the urge to spread her legs even wider to him.


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