Niall (Vigilance #2) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: Crime, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vigilance Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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“I’m not—” My words cut off as he twisted his hand over the head of my dick. How did he know how to touch me just right?

“Put your cock in my ass. Right now.”

He gave my dick a long, slow stroke. “Ask nicely.”

“Marco, this is—”

“Exactly what you need. A man who doesn’t put up with your shit.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Really?” He stroked me more firmly and pressed into me again, still only enough to tease. My balls were heavy and aching. I couldn’t wait anymore.

“I need this.”

“What do you need?”

“Your cock. Need you to fuck me.”

“That’s better.” He pressed farther inside, making me gasp. “Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

He laughed as he pulled out and thrust in more. His cock was fucking huge, and it burned as he went deeper. I wanted that. I wanted to be destroyed. “More.”

“I’ve got plenty more for you.”

He drove in harder, not stopping until he was balls deep. I groaned as I tried to adjust to the feeling I was being torn in two.

“You love this,” he said. “Being taken, being controlled.”

“I…” I did. It was even better than my fantasies.

“Tell me how much you need it.”

“I… fuck… I need it bad. Stop taunting me.”

“Maybe that’s part of the fun for me.”

“Jesus, just fuck me.”

He squeezed my hips tightly, pulled almost all the way out, then drove in hard.

I gasped and fell against the wall. I managed to brace myself on my forearms as Marco slammed into me over and over. I could barely breathe, but I worked my hips, trying to take him even deeper on each stroke.

He wrapped his hand around my cock again. “Come for me. I know you’re close.”

“You don’t—”

“Do what I said.” He worked me hard and fast, and I couldn’t hold back. I gave him exactly what he wanted, crying out as I painted the wall with my cum.

Marco groaned deeply and his rhythm faltered as he thrust once more and came. “Fuck, that was good.”

It had been, but it had also been stupid. I shouldn’t have let myself go like that. I should have sent him away and jerked off. That would’ve been much safer.

When Marco pulled out, I laid my head against my folded arms, enjoying the coolness of the wall against my skin.

“You got what you came for,” I said without looking at him. “Now get out.”

He huffed. “You really are something, aren’t you?”

“I’m tired, and this was a mistake.”

“No. You refusing to allow yourself to have what you want is a mistake.”

“Just go, okay? I want to be alone.”

“With that attitude, you sure as hell will be.” The sound of the door slamming echoed through the room as I turned my back to the wall, lowered myself to the floor and sat, head in my hands.

1

Marco

One Year Later

I was locking up the shop for the night when my phone buzzed. I almost ignored it, but my gut told me not to.

Need backup.

Shit. It was Renzo, one of my informants. I was paying him to keep an eye on a building I suspected was a base for human traffickers.

On my way.

If something was going down, I didn’t want him distracted explaining things to me, but he better damn well have seen something good. I had plans to go upstairs to my apartment, order a pizza, crack open a beer, and finish the latest season of The Great British Bake Off, not that I’d admit I watched it to anyone.

I hopped on my motorcycle and wove in and out of traffic, knowing I needed to move quickly. I cut through an alley and across a few parking lots, then found a place to park several blocks from where Renzo was keeping watch.

The idiot nearly jumped out of his skin when I came up behind him. He needed to be more aware of his surroundings, or he wasn’t going to last long in this job.

“What’s up?” I asked keeping my voice low.

“There are two men waiting in the building across the street.”

“And?”

“There’s this girl. She’s maybe like fourteen or so. I think she’s homeless, and she walks by here every night on her way to Italia Eatery. She gets food at the kitchen door.”

At least I knew he really was paying attention while he sat out here.

“I saw these men watching her last night. I think they might be waiting to try to capture her.”

“Not on my watch, they aren’t.”

“That’s why I called. I didn’t think I could take them by myself.”

“Do you know where the girl stays?”

“No, I only know the direction she comes from.”

I still wanted to see if I could head her off. “Describe her to me.”

Renzo thought for a moment. “Long blonde hair that’s wild and frizzy, pale skin, very thin.”

“All right. I’m going to see if I can find her before she gets close. If you see her, text me immediately.”


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