Bloody Royals (Bloody Black Skulls MC #1) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bloody Black Skulls MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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This was what I did. When something was too hard for me to deal with, I raged. I raged until I couldn’t feel a goddamn thing anymore.

Nicholas looked away from me and shrugged. Something weird swirled in my gut, but I ignored it. “Eventually, we would have, but seeing who you showed up with, I’m glad we hadn’t bothered.”

I grabbed Nicholas by his beard and yanked his face down so his was level with mine. He winced in pain. My hands were shaking with the rage pulsing through my veins. “He’s the fucking asshole that kidnapped me,” I spat in his face. “Thanks to you assholes not giving a damn about your own, he’s not letting me go. The only reason I’m here is because Dad is fucking dead.”

Nicholas dared to shrug. “Sounds like a personal problem,” he retorted, his eyes taunting me to retaliate.

I shoved him backward, causing him to slam his head against the wall. He groaned in pain, glaring at me, but I ignored him. I was furious. I was so fucking mad that I wanted to strangle him. But instead, I gritted my teeth and stormed away from him, going to the back of the clubhouse where my room was located. I flung the door open, sending it crashing against the wall.

“You might want to pack some things,” Travis spoke up from behind me. Fuck, I hadn’t even realized that he had followed me. “After this week is over, you’re coming back with us.”

Seriously? Fuck him.

I turned around and glared at him. “I’m not fucking going anywhere with you dumb-fucks. I’m staying here.”

He clenched his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking. It was warning enough that I was treading on thin ice with him—seemed like I always was—but I was too worked up to heed that red flag.

“Don’t fucking argue with me, Katie. Start packing your shit. It’s not an option. I mean it; you’re coming back with us.”

I screamed in frustration and picked up the nearest thing to me and threw it at him. He ducked out of the way and let it crash against the wall. My heart knocked hard against my breastbone as he stepped into the room and slammed the door closed behind him with so much force, it shook the floor and the walls. I squeaked in alarm when he gripped my upper arms and yanked me against him. I pushed against his chest, trying to make him let me go, but he held tight. “Fucking let me go!” I yelled in his face.

He shoved me against the wall and lifted me up, bringing his lips to mine, kissing me hard, his tongue instantly dancing with mine.

Goddammit.

I was putty in his hands when he kissed me. I wanted to fight and yell, but instead, the cocky son-of-a-bitch had other plans.

I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging on the soft strands. He bit my lower lip and allowed his tongue to dance with mine again, tasting and learning every inch of my mouth. I swear to God, I drenched my panties right then. I wanted him; I wanted him now.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. His lips moved from mine and swept over my jaw, going behind my ear, biting, nipping, and sucking at the tender flesh. I moaned loudly, scraping my nails down his tattoo-covered chest. He groaned and walked us over to my bed, laying us down.

I flipped us over so he was laying on his back and began to suck and lick at his neck. The sexiest groan I had ever heard in my life left his lips as he gripped my hips tightly, grinding me against him. A low whimper sounded from my throat as I moved down his chest and over his stomach until I got to his belt.

He hissed a breath through his teeth. “Katie,” he rasped, his hand fisting my hair, bringing me to a halt for a moment.

I pressed a kiss right above his jeans before I unfastened his belt and slid his jeans down his legs. I smiled appreciatively when I saw he hadn’t put boxers on and instead had decided to go commando.

He gave me that all-too-familiar devilish smirk. “Like it?” he asked, his voice husky and filled with the promise of pleasure.

“Fucking love it,” I moaned.

Then, I slid his cock inside my mouth, relaxing my gag reflex so I could take his thick length down my throat like I’d seen numerous club women do. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Dammit, Katie.”

I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks, my hand fisting around the base of his cock. He slid his hands to the back of my head and tugged on my hair, drawing a moan from the back of my throat that vibrated his cock, earning me a deep, throaty growl.


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