Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Licking her lips, she couldn’t stop the thoughts as his arms surrounded her, his nose pressing against her neck, his teeth nipping just slightly. All of it a temptation she couldn’t deny.
Sinking her nails into her flesh, she forced herself to come out of her erotic thoughts. What the hell was happening to her? She had never spent this amount of time thinking about sex. Being around Boyan, it seemed to be all she could think of, and this was not like her at all. She didn’t look at men. She didn’t care to be in the company of men, and yet, this was all she wanted to do. Not men, per se, but one particular man.
The moment customers approached the bar, she was able to make the need fade, just a little. Forcing a smile to her lips, she looked at the first couple of men who approached, who also seemed to sniff the air and look at her. Were their eyes changing color? Agatha looked away, grabbed a glass from behind the counter, and turned back toward them. Their eyes were normal again but they kept staring at her.
“What can I get you?”
She expected them to ignore her, like they had done the first couple of nights. They would only use her services if Val and Amelia were busy and they didn’t want to wait. This was not one of those times, but they asked her for their drinks, and Agatha got to serving. Before she even realized what was happening, two hours had passed. She hadn’t been able to leave the bar as they’d been swamped with orders. This always amazed her. It was rare for the Poison Bar to be empty.
Wolfe had entered the bar a short time ago, as had some of the other MC club members. She spotted a group of women who were barely dressed, but all trying to vie for the men’s attention. It was clear what was on their minds.
After another hour passed, and she started to collect the necessary glasses they would need for the job. She grabbed her tray, rushing around, picking up glasses and taking them straight through to the kitchen. For some reason, she felt the need to be in the kitchen. The energy in the room was strong, and so she got to cleaning each glass, rinsing it out, washing it, and then, picking up a towel to dry it.
Agatha didn’t know when she became aware of him, only that it felt like her body went into hyper alert, and she just knew he was in the room, waiting. Turning toward him, she saw Boyan staring at her. One arm rested just above his head on the doorframe. How did he look even more sexy than the night before? Agatha had never considered herself someone who ogled men, but she did so with Boyan, glancing up and down his body, admiring everything about him.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.
Did his voice sound even sexier?
Agatha didn’t know what was happening. She had put the glass and her towel down on the counter, took one step, then a second, then another, and kept going until she stood right in front of him. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do next. Putting her hands on his chest, she quickly debated, but then Boyan took the next steps out of her hands.
He reached behind her, gripping the back of her neck, and thrusting her up against him. She released a moan and then he slammed his lips down on hers, and everything else faded away. They were no longer in the bar. They were not surrounded by his friends and everyone in town. It was just the two of them. The two of them, and several counters.
Her pussy was soaking wet. Her nipples rock-hard. She wanted him.
One of his hands stayed at her neck as he ravished her mouth, the other slid down her body, going toward her ass, gripping the flesh, and another moan emitted from her which he seemed to swallow down.
She wanted to fuck him. Agatha didn’t want this to stop. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, fucking her, taking her, claiming her virginity. Never had she felt so sure of anything, and the truth was, she’d never really been sure of much in life. Coming to Poison, and now Boyan were two things in her life she was completely certain about.
Chapter Nine
A Few Hours Earlier
“It’s rare for me to see you here, Boyan,” Shirley said. She walked around her shop, which was full of spiritual crystals, herbs, books, and a few other items he wasn’t quite certain of.
He didn’t like Shirley. The woman was a judgy, catty, old bitch. He knew in the past she had refused to heal Amelia. If this was just a general cut or illness, he’d have gone to Amelia. Ever since she had mated with Wolfe, he’d come to see that the pack overall had failed her. They hadn’t taken care of Amelia, but had treated her like a pariah.