Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
It was the first time he had ever admitted to something so personal. Aria couldn’t remember his father or the way the Chaos and Carnage MC crew were before Bull took over. According to her parents, it had been a horrible group of men. Despicable, cruel, and dangerous. She knew if she ever took Grant to see her parents, it wouldn’t be pretty.
“Aria, I want to kiss you,” he said.
“Then kiss me.”
She wanted him to chase the bad memories away, so she would never think about them again. She was tired of constantly hating herself and of always feeling like she didn’t measure up.
Grant didn’t need a second invitation. He let go of her hands and she expected him to stop kissing her, but then his hands began to slide down her arms. A whimper escaped her lips as he broke the kiss this time, but he didn’t stop. No, his lips trailed down toward her neck and when his teeth nibbled on her pulse, she gasped, arching up.
Instant pleasure shot through her body. She closed her eyes, sinking her teeth into her lips to keep herself contained but it didn’t work. Nothing worked.
“Tell me to stop,” Grant said.
Stop what?
Why?
Who would want to stop this?
He moved down and began to open the buttons of her shirt, spreading it open. Aria opened her eyes and looked down as he exposed her breasts.
He groaned. “They’re just as big as I imagined.” He cupped them in his palm. “Fucking beautiful.” He pressed his face against them and she couldn’t help but gasp. “Perfection.”
No one had ever used that word to describe her.
“Fucking tell me to stop,” he said.
Why would she tell him to stop? There was no way she wanted him to stop.
“Please,” she said.
“Baby, there’s only so much control I have.” He pressed kisses to the curves of her breasts and as he reached behind her back, Aria realized he was trying to flick the catch of her bra. He did so and much to her surprise, he had her bra as well as her shirt off within seconds.
“Tell me to stop.”
There was no way she was going to tell him anything. Pleasure rushed through her whole body. There was no stopping it. However, she was top naked, while he was still fully dressed. She placed a hand on his chest and bunched up the fabric of his shirt.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he asked.
Her lips were so dry. Words were impossible, so she nodded her head with a single jerk.
He chuckled, the sound deep, hard, masculine. He made her so damn wet. Aria didn’t know what was happening. She was never like this. Never. Not for anyone. Why was Grant so different?
There had been guys in the past. Stupid guys. The kind of men who’d approached her and said they’d give her a pity fuck, or they’d screw her if she paid them. Horrible stuff. Cruel and mean. She had always turned them down.
Lidia had always told her that she was beautiful and that guys were jerks.
Grant once again removed all those thoughts from her mind as he pulled the shirt he wore up and over his head, showing off his heavily inked chest.
Wow. She didn’t say the words out loud. Grant was … wow. There was no other word for it. Heavily muscled, which was surprising as she had never seen him lift weights. He had lots of ink. She caught sight of a lot of chains, all with different loops that decorated his body.
He took her hand and placed it on his chest. “Do you not like it?”
“Er, yeah, I do. Do they mean something?”
She felt some ridges on his chest, as if they had once been scars, but with the ink, it was too hard to make out.
“I guess. We’re all trapped to a certain degree, right? Chained by the harshness of life. By the secrets we keep. The lies we keep telling.”
She looked at him, a little astounded.
“Or, they’re just hours sitting in an artist’s chair.”
“What is it for you?” she asked.
Aria was starting to see two sides to Grant. The playful boy he portrayed, the one who had no worries or cares in the world. Then there was the kind of man who made statements about life, about secrets and chains. What was in Grant’s life, besides the club, that kept him locked up?
He slammed his lips down on hers once again, throwing her whole body into chaos as he shut her mind down to everything else but the pleasure of his mouth. She had no idea how he did it, but he was a master at control. A manipulator. And in that moment, she didn’t care.
The kiss stopped but the pleasure didn’t, as he once again traveled toward her breasts, but this time he didn’t stop. There was no talking. Just his lips on her tits, sucking at her nipples. He pressed them together and teased the hard buds.