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Filthy Riches by Lauren Landish Read Online (FREE)

Filthy Riches by Lauren Landish

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Prologue

Nathan

 

She shouldn’t be here.

This has to end.

Now.

Pain blossoms in my chest at the thought as my hand curls into a fist. I knew letting someone close to me could lead to this. My downfall. My end. Yet, I did it anyway.

Fucking fool.

The damning words thunder in my mind as my shoes tap against the polished marble stairs.

My dark thoughts continue as I reach the second floor and fling open the ornate double doors, revealing an opulent master bedroom bathed in gray and white.

“You have to go . . . now.”

The words die on my lips at the sight before me, and my cock instantly hardens in my slacks.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful. Enchanting. Bewitching.

And I am definitely under her spell.

She’s lying on my king-sized bed, garbed in black lingerie that graces over her lush curves, highlighting every hill and valley, stark against the creamy white satin of my sheets. Her lips are parted in a sensual O as she looks at me, her eyes brimming with a vulnerability that reaches across the space between us, squeezing my heart in her iron fist and giving me hopes for something other than the future I am destined for.

“Nathan,” she moans, her voice filled with a desperate need that pulls me to her like a magnet. She knows she has this power over me. She must know, and she has to know how much I both hate and love every tug she gives, her tendrils slithering through the distance to entwine her magic around my groin and my heart at her whim.

She arches her back, her breasts pressing against the flimsy fabric, her nipples pebbling beneath the sheer fabric. “Please, I need you. Now.”

Lust rages through my blood, even as my mind screams for me to deny her, to tell her no, that this can’t happen. Not now, not again.

I open my mouth but the words won’t come, my body forcing my brain to let the traitorous thought go.

It’s then that I see little sparkly fireflies of light surrounding her body, and I realize that she’s lying on the gifts I gave her earlier, the light from the chandelier causing them to shine and glitter.

Diamonds.

My heart rages inside my chest like a caged animal as I make my way to the bed. To her.

With each step, my heart pounds harder, faster, with every beat a drum reinforcing that she has to go. I have to tell her to go.

But as I reach the bed, my hand reaches out without my consent, tracing a line from her ankle up to her thigh. Her skin is satin warmth, and I want to drown in her, bury my face in her lush center as I sip from her.

The reverberation in my mind changes, no longer saying go, go, go, but instead repeating mine, mine, mine.