Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I dug my nails into his shoulder, almost breaking the skin on his back. I was so close, but I couldn’t reach that peak yet. "Cole, please, I need more," I begged him.
His eyes snapped up to mine as he pulled his face out of the curve of my neck to look at me. "Amelia, I'll hurt you." He was already shaking his head at me.
I grasped his face in my hands, halting him. I needed this. I didn’t need gentleness and compassion. I needed brutality. "No, you won't, Cole. Please, I want it all," I pleaded, desperate to reach that all-consuming high I knew he would be able to give me.
He groaned and unwrapped my legs from around him. Holding me up by my thighs, he pounded into me harder, driving himself deeper inside of me. I cried out, throwing my head back against the door. I desperately clung onto his shoulders as I began to fall apart around him. "Oh, God, Cole, yes!" I moaned. "Fuck, it feels so good."
"I know," he growled, his grip on my thighs tightening to an almost bruising touch. But I didn’t give a fuck. Feeling him inside me and against me over-powered any kind of pain he may have inflicted.
"Damn it, Amelia, you better come,” he muttered. “I don't know how much longer I can hold on."
I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, too caught up in the pleasure he was giving me to care about the pain that shot through my shoulder as I tensed up. I came apart around him as he buried himself in me one last time and found his release as well, groaning my name into my neck as I cried his out in sheer ecstasy.
He walked us over to his bed and laid down on it with me wrapped in his arms. "Fuck, I haven't had sex that good in a long fucking time," he rasped.
I couldn’t agree more. The last time I had felt like that was when I was sixteen, and he took my virginity. Cole knew his way around a woman's body, and that wasn’t a secret to anyone. He was like an animal when it came to sex. He took, and he gave. He didn't slack anywhere.
He looked down at my shoulder and gently ran his finger around the knife wound that was slowly, but surely, scarring over. "Does it hurt?" he quietly asked, his eyes meeting mine.
I looked down at his hand on my shoulder, away from his eyes. Cole was overbearing when he looked into people’s eyes. He could draw almost any truth he wanted from someone by forcing them to meet his eyes; they were a bit intimidating.
I forced myself to lie. I couldn't let him know that I was in pain. My secret had to stay my secret for the sake of his safety and the sake of the clubs’ safety.
"Not really," I muttered.
"Want to tell me what happened?" he tried again. He sure as fuck wasn’t one to give up.
I shook my head. He sighed. It wasn't his business. If he found out about all my confrontations in jail with that stupid bitch and what caused me to land there, the club would never have a moment to breathe for all of the retaliation they would be doing. The clubs would fall, and there would no longer be a Bloody Royals or Black Skulls biker club.
After a few minutes of lying together in his bed, Cole fell asleep. I slipped out of his bed quietly and searched around the room, trying to find my clothes.
I had my bra and underwear on and was busy slipping on my jeans when I was roughly slammed against the wall. I winced in pain. Obviously, Cole had forgotten about my knife wound.
He either didn't notice my wince or didn't care to acknowledge it. Cole's hard body pressed against mine. "Where do you think you're going?" he whispered in my ear.
"I've got stuff to take care of," I muttered, irritated that I had gotten caught. I had ten minutes until midnight. I had to get the fuck out of here. I had shit to do.
"Like what? It's almost midnight, Amelia," he snapped, turning me around so I was facing him.
I glared at him. "What I do isn't any of your concern, Cole. Fuck off. I need to get dressed and get going. I don't have time for this shit.”
His eyes instantly blazed with anger. See, this is the thing with me and Cole. We could tease each other about sex, and apparently, we could also have great sex together, but when it came to conversations and life in general, we didn't get along. He was controlling and demanding. I didn't like having to answer to anyone, which was why I didn't get into relationships. I enjoyed my freedom to do as I pleased. I wasn't cut out to be some guy's old lady, and especially not somebody as controlling as Cole.