Destroy Me (Corrupted Royals #1) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Forbidden, Insta-Love, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Corrupted Royals Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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Misha sees my reaction, the corner of his mouth lifts into a wicked grin, then he swipes his finger through the blood and brings it to his mouth.

My breaths speed up as I watch him suck my blood off his fingertip, then he says, “Tvoya krov' na vkus sladkaya, malen'kiy olen'.”

Hearing him say my blood tastes sweet has my core flooding with heat, and I wish I could rub my thighs together to create some much-needed friction.

Then, as if the man is trying to make me spontaneously combust, he wraps his fingers around his cock and slowly pumps into his fist.

Holy. Shit.

I’m dead.

“That’s so hot,” I admit with a hoarse voice, unable to hide how turned on I am.

Misha brings his bloody hand to my face, and he coats my lips, jaw, and cheek with the remnants of my virginity.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he growls, his eyes burning on me with extreme possessiveness.

He moves down to my neck, and when his fingers wrap around my throat, I smell a mixture of copper and arousal.

As his fingers tighten, threatening to cut off my air supply, he slams back inside me. I grab his forearm with both my hands, my nails tearing into his skin when he starts to fuck me hard.

The pain mixes with intense pleasure, and as weird as it may sound, I love it so much that my hips begin to move to meet every rough thrust from Misha.

Our bodies find a rhythm that’s uniquely ours. It’s both filthy and sweet, brutal and tender, addictive and obsessive.

We become one in a way I never thought was possible, and it feels as if we claim a piece of each other's souls.

Chapter 20

Misha

Just like the day I was tortured, and my mind went to the first time I kissed Aurora, I’m consumed by her until there’s nothing but her.

No bratva.

No thoughts of the consequences of my actions.

There’s just the pleasure I find in her body and the unbreakable bond forming between us.

I love my friends, my sister, the bratva, but what I feel for Aurora can’t be compared to that.

She. Owns. Me.

My soul. My body. My mind.

As I fill her tight pussy with my cock, relishing in the warmth wrapped around me, I give her the boy who had dreams that never came true. I give her the man who dared to fall in love with the enemy.

I give her all the darkness in my soul, the screams of the thirty-eight people I’ve killed.

I lay my past, present, and my future at her feet because without her, there’s no point in living.

She becomes the reason life on this fucked up planet exists. She’s my big bang, my religion, my total obsession.

My heart fucking beats only for Aurora D’Angelo.

“Ya lyublyu tebya.” The words are hoarse and harsh, not sounding like a declaration of love but instead a threat.

Maybe it is because now that I’ve tasted her, I’ll never let her go.

Aurora slams the nail in the coffin that’s her freedom as she whispers, “I love you too.”

With the need to taste the words, my mouth crashes against hers. My body crushes hers beneath mine, and shoving my hands under her ass, I grip her tightly as I relentlessly pound into her.

Ecstasy builds between us, and Aurora moans into my mouth as my tongue fucks her, my teeth biting her lips until they’re swollen.

Pleasure sizzles down my spine, and my ass clenches as I try to keep from orgasming.

Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Aurora. “Are you close?”

“I don’t think I can.”

The fuck she can’t.

Pulling out of her, I pinch the base of my cock to stop my orgasm dead in its tracks. I wait for the urge to pass, then force Aurora’s legs open as wide as they’ll go.

My palm lands against her pussy.

“Jesus, Misha,” she gasps, her back arching.

“You will fucking come,” I order, my tone clearly stating it’s not up for debate.

I pinch her clit before flicking my finger over the bundle of nerves, and it has the desired reaction from my woman. Her hands fist in the covers, and her eyes burn on me with need.

“More,” she begs.

I keep repeating the actions until she’s a writhing mess on the bed, then I grab hold of her hips and slam back inside her.

It only takes two thrusts before Aurora lets out a hoarse cry, her body convulsing as the pleasure rips through her.

“Khoroshaya devochka,” I praise her for being a good girl.

As she clenches around my cock, I hammer into her until my balls tighten and my own orgasm seizes me. My thrusts instantly become jerky and uncoordinated, my control totally stripped from me by the overpowering pleasure ravaging my body.

I keep plunging into her as I ride the ecstasy until the very ends of my sanity before I crawl over her and drop down, needing to crush her beneath my body.


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