Darkest Hour Read Online Bella Jewel (Iron Fury MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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The girl moves, getting onto her knees and bending the front of her body over the back of the couch. I have a better view of her now, and she’s definitely attractive. Koda pulls out a condom from his jeans and tears it open, putting it on, and then he moves behind her, guiding his cock to her entrance, but I can’t see it clearly now. I rub harder, pleasure building like a wave inside my body, it feels so incredibly good, I can’t hold on much longer.

Koda thrusts, the girl whimpers, and I close my eyes for a second, so close my body is trembling. My fingers work harder, and I can hear her crying out as he fills her. Oh, God. My eyes flutter open and meet the most incredible honey-colored eyes I’ve ever seen. Koda is looking right at me. I should jerk my hand back, I should rush away, but my body is exploding with pleasure, a pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time.

I can’t stop.

I can’t.

Oh, God.

I bite my lip, and my eyelids flutter a little.

Koda holds my eyes.

But he doesn’t stop.

He fucks her hard, hands on her hips, slamming into her. His jaw is tight, his eyes are filled with pleasure, and his body is wound up tight.

It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

I come.

I can’t hold it back.

My lips part, and I whimper, my knees trembling as my orgasm rips through my body. My free hand clutches the door frame to stop me from toppling over and my body convulses. The whole time, my eyes don’t leave his. His mouth parts slightly, and he makes a rasping sound.

Then he pulls his cock out, rips the condom off, and he comes all over the woman’s back.

I watch in pure, raw fascination as he pumps his cock and his release shoots, strand after strand, over her bronze skin. She’s whimpering, I’m shaking, and Koda is staring at me with a look I’ll never forget. I bite my bottom lip and slip back into the room, my body so swollen and so wound up, I fall onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling.

Panting.

Content.

A little horrified.

How will I ever look him in the eye again?

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THEN – CHARLIE

I walk to the front door of the big house. It isn’t as big as mine, but it’s still bigger than all the other ones next to it. My hands are shaking, and I know if I don’t do this right, Dad will make me wish I wasn’t born. That’s what he keeps telling me. So, I have to get this right. This is my first house. He went over and over what I had to do. What I had to say.

I won’t forget a single word.

I wouldn’t dare.

I fumble mindlessly with the old, torn shirt I’m wearing. I don’t like the clothes Dad dressed me in, but he said I needed to look like I was really, really broke and from a poor, possibly even homeless family. He even rubbed dirt on my face and into my hair. I feel yucky, and I want to have a bath, but I can’t do any of that until I’ve done what Dad asked me to do.

I reach the front door, and my heart feels funny. It’s beating so fast that I can’t get much air into my lungs. I don’t like how it’s making me feel, and I keep fumbling with my shirt, scared. Maybe I could run away? Just run and never go back to Dad. But he’d find me. He told me he’d find me. He said I can never escape him unless he tells me I can.

I wish he would tell me I can.

I knock on the door. Softly. Maybe if nobody answers, I can go home and have a bath, and read a book, and Dad will see this is a really silly idea.

The door opens.

A man stands in the doorframe, staring down at me. He doesn’t look as scary as I imagined in my head. He’s wearing a suit, like the ones Dad wears when he goes somewhere fancy. He has really dark hair and pretty blue eyes. They look like the sky. He studies me for a moment, and I stare up at him, my voice frozen. What if this is a really nice man and my dad is going to do something really awful to him?

I swallow, and then in a small voice, I croak, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m lost, and I can’t find my way home.”

The man stares at me, his eyes scanning over my clothes and then moving back up to my face. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

My heart does a flip flop. No one has ever called me a nice name like that before. Nobody except Mommy, anyway.


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