Breaking Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation #4) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Angst, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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“I may have over-exaggerated.” He looks at me, confused. “I just wanted a break from your family. They can be a little overpowering. I’m not used to it. Then, the scene with your brother…” I stop talking with a slight smile as an apology. “I just wanted a small breather.”

Comprehension dawns on his face—and yes, again, the only adjective I can come up with is beautiful. His lips spread into the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. It sends heat tingling through every nerve ending in my body.

His hold on my thighs intensifies as we begin moving. I hold him harder, squeaking as the support of the wall disappears. Then, he’s moving so that we’re beside a door and he somehow shifts me so that his leg supports me while he opens the door to the bathroom. Through all that, we somehow get inside. He kicks the door closed with his foot while I’m kissing on his neck and nibbling on the salty-sweet skin.

“L-lock the fucking door,” he growls, as I slide to the floor.

My legs feel like rubber, but I manage to stay upright to lock the door. When I turn and see that Thomas has taken his shirt off, undone his pants, pushed them down and has his cock out stroking it, my body turns to liquid, so hot and turned on that I could literally just sink into a puddle in the floor.

“Thomas,” I whimper, licking my lips as I watch precum slide from the head and travel down his shaft.

“Take off your p-pants, Lyla.” His words are hoarse, full of need and hunger. They make my body vibrate. I swallow down any nervousness I feel, because the truth is I want Thomas—any way I can get him and I want this. I kick off my shoes and peel off my cute pink socks. The cool tiled floor beneath my feet is shocking, but it’s just one more layer of sensation overload. I slide my pants and panties down my legs together, never letting my gaze leave Thomas’s face. “G-good girl. Now, the shirt.”

“Um… maybe I should leave it on in case someone—”

“I w-want to see your t-tits. Take it off and f-fucking let me see you, L-l-lyla.”

I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. I don’t know what flipped the switch in Thomas from the first night we were together until now, but I love it. I’m praying it’s because he feels safe with me. He is. I’d never hurt him.

He owns me. I love him with everything I am.

My gaze never leaves his as I pull my jacket off and let it drop to the floor. He doesn’t speak, but I can tell he’s getting tired of waiting. There’s also the fact that the head of his cock is drenched in precum. I lick my lips. I can’t stop myself and the cocky way that Thomas grins tells me he didn’t miss it either.

“Babe, hurry,” he grumbles, his eyes twinkling.

“It’s not easy thinking when you’re doing what you’re doing there, you know,” I mumble as I manage to get my sweater off and throw it down on my jacket.

“Bra, too.”

I nod, not sure I can form words at this point. I undo my bra—thankful it has a front clasp. I’m not sure I could be coordinated enough to make taking my bra off from behind sexy. I’d probably look like I was wrestling a water buffalo. I let the bra fall from my fingers, half guarding my breasts from view. He remains silent and shakes his head no. That’s it. He just watches me to see if I obey. I’m so nervous you can forget butterflies. It feels as if an entire herd of elephants are running rampant in my stomach.

Slowly and oh so carefully, I drop my hands down. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Thomas has seen me naked numerous times, yet it just feels different this time.

He stretches his leg out a little to put his foot down on his shirt and pulls it in front of him—all while giving me the most deliciously wicked grin I’ve ever seen in my life.

“C’mere, b-baby.”

I walk to him as if in a trance. If you asked me, I doubt I could tell you how I got there—even if my life depended on it. Yet, I’m standing right in front of him, my entire body feeling as if it is charged with electricity. I’m practically holding my breath to see what he demands from me next.

But I know.

It’s there in his gaze and the way his lips are slightly upturned while his eyes hold a devilish glint. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. I drop down on my knees in front of him as if I were stuck in slow motion.


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