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 just had to get Travis comfortable with doing riskier things with me. I knew he would never hurt me. I trusted him – granted, a lot more than I probably should – but I really did trust him.

I just wanted him to trust me, as well.

12

Travis trailed his hand down my body, his lips following the trail his fingers left behind. Needless to say, I was breathless and moaning already. I loved how his rough hands felt on my softer skin. It felt so good, so fucking perfect. And his smooth lips were a perfect contrast as they followed his fingers.

“What do you want me to do to this body?” he asked me huskily, moving up so his face was above mine.

I went with complete honesty. “I want to submit to you,” I murmured, running my eyes over his face, watching how he reacted to what I’d said.

He closed his eyes, blowing out a harsh breath. I could already feel him withdrawing from me, and I hated it. I hated that he didn’t trust himself to be with me in the way that I wanted.

“Katie, I know I’ll end up hurting you. I don’t want to do that; I won’t risk this with you.”

I puckered out my bottom lip, widening my eyes so I was pouting. “Travis, please,” I begged him.

He sighed, giving in to what I wanted. “Fine; you want to submit to me, right now, in every way?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I murmured. “I want it all.”

He groaned, and I could feel his cock hardening even more against my thigh. I moaned softly at the silky feel of it. “Fine, but the second that you tell me to stop, I’m stopping, do you understand?”

I nodded and watched him as he got off of the bed, going over to his closet. I smiled a little to myself, thankful that I had gotten him to give me what I wanted. I knew that I was pregnant, but I knew Travis wouldn’t do anything that would harm me or our child in any way. I trusted him to know what he was doing and to know what his limits were.

He came back into the bedroom holding a pair of silver cuffs. He kissed me briefly before he grabbed one of my wrists and put the cuff on it. He clamped it to the headboard. “I know how much you love to touch me, so I’m going to take away your right to do so,” he warned me.

I nodded, my nipples hardening as he clamped the cuff around my other wrist. I was already so wet; I wanted him – needed him like I needed air to breathe.

He clamped my other wrist to the headboard and reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out a vibrator. My breath hitched in my throat as he shoved my legs apart, putting the vibrator against my clit. I whimpered, trying to move away from it. The stimulation was almost too much to bear.

“Please don’t tease me,” I begged him, my eyes pleading with his.

He shook his head. “This is what you wanted, Katie.”

Why couldn’t I just keep my fucking mouth shut?

He moved it in a circle around my most sensitive spots, making me arch my back and cry out, squeezing my eyes shut. Fuck, couldn’t he just fill that empty void inside of me already?

He kept moving in, going so close to where I wanted him most and then moving away. A choked sob forced its way up from my lips. I was desperate for a release. Travis was damn good at this. I was loving what he was doing to me and hating it all at the same time.

He leaned down and pulled a nipple into his mouth, biting down on it. I cried out, yanking at the cuffs, making a loud, clanking sound. I wanted to clutch his hair in my hands, but the cuffs were preventing me from doing so.

He released my nipple, licking it to help soothe me, and did the same to the other. I gasped, gripping the chain on my cuffs. I had to find some bearing. I felt like I was slowly losing my mind under this sweet form of torture.

He leaned his head up, gripping one of my hands, making me release the death grip that I had on the chain. “Be careful,” he warned me. “Don’t pull on them too much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

I hadn’t even noticed that I was pulling on them that hard since I had become so lost in the pleasure he was granting me. His voice was soft and caring, not at all like he normally was. Fuck me. Travis twisted me around sometimes with all of his mood swings.

I nodded in reply to him, and he grabbed the vibrator, turning it back on. He smirked down at my face. “What do you want, baby?” he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my neck.


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