Deceiver (Prisoners of Purgatory MC #2) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Prisoners of Purgatory MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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“Don’t touch me,” he growls, taking my panties in his hands and ripping them off, tearing the material effortlessly. “Don’t kiss me. Don’t put a single part of your body on me. If you scream, moan, or gasp, I’m done.”

What?

What sort of sick, twisted game is he playing?

“So I’m to feel no pleasure?” I whisper, as his finger slowly slides into my exposed pussy, stretching me, rubbing over the already aching bundle of nerves there.

“You can feel whatever you want, just don’t make one fuckin’ sound. I’ll end it. Do not doubt me.”

I’ve never met a man with a mind so twisted.

So fucking damaged.

“You know what to say if you want it to stop.”

He knows I won’t say it, he knows it just as well as I do. I won’t say stop because not a single part of me doesn’t want this.

Dropping to his knees in front of me when I don’t say a word, he buries his face between my legs. The moment his tongue lashes out and glides up my pussy and over my clit, I jerk. It takes everything inside me not to cry out, moan, scream his name, grip his hair, beg for more. He licks with a precision that is dangerous, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants to make me crazy. He wants to send me over the edge.

His tongue slows, and then quickens, and then slows again, bringing me to release and then settling it, then bringing me back again. Over and over he does this until my fingers are digging into the fallen tree I’m sitting on, my fingertips burning as I grate them along the flaky timber. My legs are tight around his head, my bottom lip is wedged between my teeth, and I’m panting at a rate that has my heart racing to the point I feel dizzy.

I don’t want him to stop though.

The pressure building inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Having his mouth on me again feels like heaven.

I have needed him in the last few weeks more than he could ever know.

Even if I can’t put my hands on him, knowing that right now, in this moment, he’s with me, is enough to dull the ache in my chest.

I find my orgasm, unable to hold it back anymore.

The pressure that has built inside me, the pressure I’ve been hanging onto, comes exploding forth in a rush of liquid that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Pulse after pulse brings another gush and, horrified, I try to scramble back but am stopped by Western digging his fingers into my thighs so harshly I bite into my lip, quickly tasting blood.

It takes all my power not to cry out at the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life, the explosion was out of this world, and as Western pushes up from between my legs, I notice him swipe my arousal from his skin, his eyes flaring as they meet mine, a look of desire in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. I know what happened, I’ve seen enough videos to know what squirting looks like, but I’ve never experienced it before.

I didn’t think it was possible.

Reaching for his jeans, Western jerks them down, freeing his cock. He takes a step forward, taking my legs and pulling me forward, making my bottom skitter along the wood, the sharp sting of little splinters digging into my skin. It’s aggressive, but I have never been more turned on in my life. Without so much as a word, Western presses his cock to my entrance and pushes inside.

I open my mouth, a silent gasp escaping my lips as pressure causes my insides to throb and ache in the most delicious way. Western doesn’t hold back, he begins a slow torment on my body, dragging himself in and out, building me up to the most exquisite level before picking up the pace and fucking me so deep and so hard the pleasure is absolutely unexplainable.

It takes me to a different place, a new world, somewhere I’ve never been before.

My entire body trembles as I orgasm, but I’m silent, as silent as the night.

The shudders coming from me rock the both of us, and Western’s growls fill the cool night air, a sound that will forever imbed itself into my memory. The low guttural groan as he finds his release, deep inside me, relieves some of the anguish I’ve felt for the past two weeks. That relief is short lived, and, as always, Western snaps reality back as quickly as he takes it away.

The moment our bodies stop trembling, he pulls back. As quickly as he was there, he’s gone. An empty void grips my chest, and I suddenly feel very exposed as he jerks up his jeans. I push up, every part of me wobbly, and as I let my eyes scan over him, I can’t help the words that leave my lips. “You can’t tell me you didn’t want that just as much as I did. You can’t deny that we have something.”


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