Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I continued counting all the way to ten. Soon, he stuck a finger inside of my pussy and pumped it in and out, still spanking me all the way to twenty. When he reached twenty, he pinched my clit. “Come for me.”
I did as he instructed, coming all over his thighs. “Oh, my fucking God!” I cried out, going limp.
He untied my arms and slipped the blindfold off. “The session is over. I want to fuck you properly, baby. I want to see your beautiful eyes and hear those sexy ass moans come out of your mouth. When you come, I want to hear you scream my name.”
Oh, fuck me, I was going to pass out after this. I was feeling so much, and I was overstimulated. I didn’t know if I could handle any more sex, but for him, I would try.
He laid me on the bed and spread my legs apart, wasting no time pushing into me. I threw my head back, crying out. He pounded into me hard. “God, baby, how in the hell are you still so tight after all the sex we’ve had?” he groaned against my neck.
I couldn’t answer him, the feeling of him inside of me too overwhelming. I wrapped my arms around him, our bodies quickly becoming sweatier as we moved together. He sucked on my neck harshly. I knew it was going to leave a dark hickey, but I didn’t care. I loved how his mouth felt on my skin.
He pulled on the chain still attached to my nipples, and I came, screaming his name just as he knew I would. He grunted, burying his face into my shoulder. “God, Katie,” he groaned out my name softly into my shoulder.
He looked down at me and kissed the tip of my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears burned in my eyes. Something had changed inside of me, making my feelings intensify for him. I didn’t want to, but just as I didn’t want to admit that I liked him, I had to admit this to myself if I didn’t want to fuck things up.
I was pretty sure I was beginning to fall in love with Travis Louis.
My heart solely belonged to him.
19
To say that Travis was a little hard to deal with this morning was an understatement. He was not happy about the places that I was choosing to go to talk to some members. But I knew they frequented these places, and I needed to try to get information.
But what really pissed him off was that he knew he couldn’t come with me. It was almost impossible for him to not be spotted in those places, meaning he wouldn’t be able to watch over me as closely as he wanted.
So, therefore, much to my dismay, he put a device on me that made him capable of hearing everything that I was doing. He said he’d still be as close as possible, but he wouldn’t be able to see anything. Therefore, he wanted to be able to hear so he would know if I was in any kind of danger.
I walked into the old, run-down café that most of the Bloody Royals liked to spend time at in the mornings if they weren’t passed out on the floor from drinking so damn much. It was like a ritual to come here and get some of Pam’s coffee. Hands down, it had to be some of the best coffee in the world.
I walked over to the bar and smiled at the waitress. She was obviously new here because she seemed a little scared of all of the guys with tattoos covering their bodies and leather cuts displaying the Bloody Royals name and our emblem. “Do you know who all of these men are?” she asked me quietly.
I nodded. “Yeah. They’re the members of the biker club here in town: the Bloody Royals.”
Her eyes scanned them all worriedly. “You don’t think they’ll do anything crazy in here, do you?”
I almost snorted. Normally, I’d tell her no because under my dad’s presidency, shit never went down in a public place. However, Nicholas was in charge now, and he had joined up with the Black Skulls, so I had no idea what to expect of the Bloody Royals anymore. Even though there were a lot of members that were like my dad and the rest of the Hollands and agreed with our beliefs and the way we did things, there were some who were reckless and blood thirsty. Those were the ones I worried about the most, and I couldn’t speak for them.
I shrugged at her. “Honestly, I can’t say.”
She blew out a harsh breath and pasted on a smile when the manager came out. “What would you like to drink?” she asked me.
I scanned the menu to see if a new drink had popped up while I’d been gone, but nothing had. So, I ordered my usual. “A cappuccino will be fine,” I replied.