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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I couldn’t get pissed off at him for what he said, no matter how much I wanted to. I had asked him for his thoughts, and he gave them to me.

Travis came back into the bathroom and nodded at Luke, who then proceeded to get up and leave the room without saying anything else to me. I hadn’t expected him to, though. We may have had a conversation, and Luke may be a nice person, but we weren’t anything close to being friends.

“How are you feeling?” Travis asked me.

I glared at him. “That’s it? That’s all you have to fucking say to me after how you just treated me?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, shocking me. “I was stressed because you were sick, and it was worrying the hell out of me. Instead of trying to comfort you, I treated you like shit, and I shouldn’t have.”

I nodded, showing him that I accepted his apology. He grabbed me under my arms and helped me stand up. “Have you had a shower?” he asked.

I shook my head no, grimacing. “I’ve been throwing up since I’ve been in here.”

After giving me time to rinse my mouth out and brush my teeth, he gripped the bottom of my tank top and lifted it over my head. His eyes immediately burned with that hunger I had become so familiar with. His hands slid over my skin, caressing me, taking me in. His lips moved over my neck. I moaned when my back connected with the wall, and he began sucking, licking, biting – eliciting loud, long moans from deep within my throat.

Without removing his lips from my neck, he untied my shorts and slid them down to the floor, followed by my panties. He slid his fingers into my slick heat, and I cried out, throwing my head back, lost in what he was doing to my body.

“Fuck, baby, I love how wet and ready you always are for me,” Travis rasped against the skin of my throat.

I let go of his shirt and reached behind me, undoing the clip on my bra. It slid down my arms, and I let it fall to the floor. Travis took his fingers out of me, and I immediately whimpered at the emptiness. “Patience, baby,” he urged.

Who the fuck had patience around here?

He undressed and walked over to the shower, turning the water on. That was when I noticed the red, irritated, new tattoo on his right shoulder blade. It had somebody’s name and a gorgeous red rose beside it. I walked closer to him and knelt down a little so I could look at it properly. He stayed still, allowing me to admire his new artwork.

My breath caught in my throat at the beautiful script my name was written in. “Travis, when did you get this?” I asked him softly.

He turned around to look at me. “This morning,” he said.

I ran my eyes over his face. Wasn’t it too soon for this kind of thing? Wasn’t it too early for him to be tattooing my name on his skin?

But there was nothing but a deep intensity in his eyes as he stared back down at me. There were no regrets. Just pure, unadulterated lust and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on, yet it sent a thrill through my body and swirled around my heart.

I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. He groaned and lifted me up with his hands under my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him and tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging on the ends. He pushed me against the shower wall and wrapped his hand around his cock before sliding deep into my pussy.

“Travis!” I exclaimed at the fullness, my eyes flashing open to meet his dark, lust-filled ones.

He pulled all of the way out and slammed back into me over and over with the same force. I dug my nails into his shoulders, almost breaking the skin. He pinched and rolled my nipples in between his fingers. When I finally orgasmed, I screamed his name, digging my nails into his shoulders, drawing blood.

Knowing he hadn’t come yet, I slid down his body and took his still hard cock in my mouth, sucking on him hard. I moaned at my essence spreading across my tongue. He groaned loudly, leaning his head back. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he began fucking my mouth, his blunt head of his cock hitting the back of my throat over and over.

Fuck, I loved it when he was rough with me.

When he finally found his release, I stood up and pushed his wet hair out of his face. “I’m going to bend over,” I murmured, “and I want you to fuck me hard from behind.” He closed his eyes and groaned. “I want you to be rough with me.” I leaned up on my tiptoes, letting my lips brush his. “I want to feel the pain.”


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