Claimed by the Ex-Con – Bad Men Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
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I jump out of my skin, spinning on my feet with wide eyes. Ronan is standing behind me, eyebrow raised as he looks between me and the computer screen.

“I … uh … well…” I fumble to find any words that don’t make me look more guilty. But it’s too late. I’ve been caught staring at his damn mug shot like some sort of obsessed stalker.

Ronan bursts out laughing, the sound warm and dark and making me flush from the inside out. The lights flicker, and the computer screen goes dark.

“Are you scared of me now, Roxie?” Ronan asks, his attention fully on me. I’ve never felt this seen in my life. Like he’s looking through the good girl facade that this entire town has made me wear, right into the depths of my soul.

“I’m not scared,” I tell him honestly. I’m trapped under his gaze, unable to look away, unable to do anything but tell the truth. I have to remind my lungs to take in air, have to remember how to form words. “I feel safe. Clearly, you’re the kind of man who would do anything to protect someone who needed it.”

Ronan’s eyes flash as surprise and curiosity cross his face. His eyes flick down, scanning my body, before returning to my face. “You sure about that, sunflower?” he asks, his voice as low and powerful as the rolling thunder outside. “Your breathing is choppy and your eyes are wide. You look a little afraid to me.”

My spine straightens at that. I don’t want him to look at me and see the same meek, innocent girl everyone else sees. I’m sick of living for others' expectations of me. Because I’m not scared. I’m so far from scared it’s laughable. And I want to prove it.

I step closer to Ronan, our arms brushing and my chest nearly touching his with each breath. He’s taller than me, so I have to tip my head back to hold his eyes. “My entire life, everyone thought I was nothing more than the innocent, obedient pastor’s daughter. They told me what I should do, what I should feel. Don’t do the same, to me Ronan. Believe me when I say that it’s not fear I feel for you,” I admit, shivering as the back of his hand rubs mine.

He groans low in his throat, and I instantly want to hear that sound again.

“I promised myself that I’d be good now that I’m out,” he murmurs. “And corrupting a pastor’s daughter is not good.”

Even as he says it, his hand skims my waist, sending sparks through me. The storm is raging outside, but I can barely hear it over the wild thumping of my heart. My breasts brush his chest as I try to find any air, my mouth watering as I breathe in the earthy, dark scent clinging to him.

“I’m tired of being good,” I whisper, my hand pressing against his chest, needing to touch him. “Being bad sounds like so much more fun.”

He moves so fast I barely process what’s happening. I’m weightless for a second, then his mouth is on mine and something clatters as he sets me down on the edge of the desk. His hand fists my hair, tilting my head back as he deepens the kiss. I clutch at him, my hand bunching the fabric of his t-shirt, lost in the feeling of his mouth on mine. I feel like I’ve been struck by the lightning flashing outside, my whole body lighting up, my mind spinning as heat strokes through me. I moan against his mouth as his tongue finds mine. The kiss is all-consuming, dizzying, and if this is what being bad feels like, I never want to be good again.

Ronan’s other hand settles on my thigh. The skirt of my dress has bunched up from our movement, and I’ve instinctively parted my legs so he can stand between them, needing him close. His thumb strokes sensitive flesh, touching, edging higher up my leg. He moves slow enough that I could stop him if I wanted to, but all I want is for him to keep going.

“Oh—” I gasp when his fingers softly skim between my legs, my skirt fully bunched up around my waist now. The lace of my panties feels like no barrier at all, soaked with my desire. That small touch sends me reeling, and I have to brace my hands on either side of my thighs on the desk to keep myself upright.

“My sunflower’s so wet for me,” Ronan groans, sounding feral at the fact. I whimper as his fingers pull the crotch of my panties to one side, knuckles skimming over the naked center of me, flesh against flesh. “I need to see you come for me, Roxie. I fucking need it.”

I need it too, but I’m too lost in the feeling of what he’s doing to me to figure out how to form words. He slides a finger inside me, and my head falls back on my shoulders as I shudder. His thumb circles my clit and my eyes roll back in my head. I didn’t know I could feel like this. I get the feeling, though, that nobody else in the world can set me on fire the way Ronan does so easily. The way I’m feeling, it’s all him. There’s no denying it, my body and soul are screaming the fact as he drives me closer and closer to the edge.


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