Atone Read online Cassandra Robbins (The Disciples #2)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Disciples Series by Cassandra Robbins
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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My hands reach up to scratch his face, but he flips me hard on the side of his car. The sound of our bodies rubbing on it makes my core leak. I’m caged. The warm metal on my back and ass are a reminder that I have no idea who or what has happened to David. All I can understand is that I can’t breathe, and my lips are tingling and likely bruised. He lets go to wrap his hands on each side of my head as he pulls back.

“I warned you.” He jerks my hair. “You should stay away from me, Beautiful. I’m beyond fucked up.”

His eyes are like those of a tortured, wounded animal. His breathing is harsh, or is it mine?

I can’t tell what’s real since I’m spinning with a hunger that I’m willing to trade for my dignity so that he can make it go away.

“Jesus, look at you. You like it rough, Charlie?”

My breath stutters as he tightens his grip on my hair forcing me to look him straight in the eyes. There’s nothing playful in them, and he scans my face as if I’m a project he’s deciding on.

“Good. I like it rough too.”

“I hate rough.” It comes out like a raspy groan.

Now, a slow smile does appear and a shiver of unease pebbles my skin. He’s trying to scare me, or maybe not. Maybe he is, in fact, this scary. I blink at him, my breathing shallow. He’s magnificent, like a fallen angel. Almost as if his physical beauty has cursed him.

“Liar.”

He dips his head, and this time, instead of the roughness, his teasing touch makes a small moan escape. “I like it rough, Beautiful.”

He lowers his mouth and bites my bottom lip. Before I can react, his mouth claims mine. It’s fierce and I taste a small amount of blood. My hands claw at the metal of the car as I rub myself on him. I want him, always have. He is my one weakness.

Oxygen thief… Stealing my breath, he doesn’t try to give it back. His warm hand pulls my head even closer as his other goes to his pants. There’s the sound of his zipper going down, and he grabs my hand and places it on his velvety cock.

“Oh God,” I groan into his mouth as I reach out and pump him. He’s leaking and a surge of power makes me smile as I squeeze his cock hard and watch his eyes narrow.

“Fuck.” He lets out a hiss, reaching for my neck as he brings my mouth next to his. “Unzip your jeans,” he growls as I continue to jerk him off.

I don’t miss a beat and pop the button and unzip my jeans with my other hand. His warm thumb gently strokes my windpipe. His other hand dips into my pants and I speed up my rhythm.

“That’s it. Hard.”

As his two fingers start to fuck me, I gasp. In and out and I can’t remember why I was mad at him. One hand digs into his shoulders as I try to open my legs.

He squeezes slightly on my neck, holding me in his tight grip as his rough fingers circle and rub my clit.

“You want to come?”

“Ye-es,” I whimper, my clit throbbing.

“That’s it, Beautiful. This cunt is ready.”

With two fingers, he rubs harder, and I close my eyes as I dig my nails into his shoulder, my other hand holding on to his giant cock as if it can hold me up. His thumb adds pressure causing my eyes to open as I start to pulse and almost convulse on his strong hand.

“Oh fuck!” I whimper and sag back against the car, my hands thumping on each side.

Thank God he’s somewhat holding me up. My whole body is slow to move after what was, without a doubt, the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

“I don’t think so, Beautiful. I’m going to fuck you.”

I open my mouth then shut it as he sinks to his knees and removes one sneaker, dragging my one pants leg off. His shoulders are huge, and yet he’s not bulky. More like lean and solid muscle.

“Kiss me.” It just comes out.

“I’m gonna fuck you.” Before I can respond that he can do both, he lifts me and impales me on his long, thick cock.

“Holy God.” My ass hits the warm metal of the car door as I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his shoulders.

“Jesus.” He grunts as he fucks me hard, using the car as leverage while he pounds into me. He’s not joking. There is nothing gentle about this.

It’s primal, animalistic. He grabs the back of my knees, opening me up wider as he fucks me like I have never been fucked before, and I know this moment has wrecked me forever.


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