Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She wasn’t sorry either, didn’t even care. Maybe it was cold and heartless of her, but Sal had never been a father to her, and she’d never felt a connection to him.
She’d been afraid of his power, of the bodies he left in his wake, and all she’d ever wanted was to run from him and that life.
“Listen, I’m tired as fuck and hurting. The club will be here at sunup. Let’s finish this then.” Birdie stood after he finished speaking. “I’m taking one of the rooms. I assume Fury will shack up with Ang,” he glanced her way, “so Stone, you’re taking the couch, man.”
Birdie left the living room without saying anything else, and the three of them stood there, not speaking, and the awkwardness a little tight.
“Come on, baby.” Fury held his hand out to her. Feeling a little weird at the endearment from him in front of Stone, she walked over to Fury and placed her hand in his.
With one last look at Stone, who, like his name, stood there unmoving, she headed to Fury’s room. Before the door shut, they could hear shouting coming from down the hall.
“Dude, a lock on the wall and chains on the ground?” Birdie hollered out. “You are fucked up.” The door slammed shut, and Angelina couldn’t help her chuckle. It wasn’t one of amusement, but one of nervousness.
She shut the door and leaned against it, watching as Fury started getting undressed.
“This is weird as hell.”
He looked over his shoulder. “It sure as fuck is.” He gave her a half smile, and she pushed away from the door.
“You seem different with me.”
He tossed his shirt onto the bed and turned to face her. “Yeah, I can tell I am, but it’s not intentional.”
She moved toward him, now just a foot from where he stood, and found herself reaching out and touching the ink on his chest. “Why are you acting different?”
He didn’t speak for several seconds, but she then felt her head being lifted up by his finger under her chin. His eyes appeared stormy, conflicted.
“You were so hard, unforgiving, and dangerous when I first found out what was going on,” she whispered. He smoothed his finger over her bottom lip, and she sucked in a breath at the tingle that moved through her body.
“Don’t mistake my feelings for you to mean I’m not just as dangerous or violent to anyone that fucks with what I hold close.” His voice was deep, hoarse. “But with you I feel different. This whole situation is one huge cluster fuck, and us being together is not ideal.
You wouldn’t have given a motherfucker like me a second glance if things hadn’t worked out the way they had.”
No, she probably wouldn’t have, but only because she lived in a bubble.
He moved closer to her until the scent of him washed through her. What she wanted was to be with him, even if other bikers were just beyond this door. She couldn’t help herself with Fury.
He was power and danger all wrapped in one, and being close to him, knowing this was crazy, made this so much better.
“I want you,” he said, and all she could do was nod. With everything going on she just wanted to feel Fury in all ways, and not think about what was to come.
And then he kissed her and everything else faded away until it was just the two of them.
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They panted against each other’s mouths, and when he broke the kiss it was only to get them both undressed. Angelina didn’t stop him, and in fact moaned out for more, whispering for him to go faster.
Once they were both naked, nothing shielding them, and his body pressed against hers again, he kissed her like a fiend.
His cock was so fucking hard, but then again since first seeing her, Fury felt like he’d had a constant erection for her. All he could think about was that she was here, with him, and smelling and tasting so fucking good.
Mouths still latched in a demanding kiss, Fury curled his fingers around her hips, pulled her impossibly closer, and turned them until they were walking toward the bed.
This was about her getting off, about Angelina feeling pleasure and not worrying about anything. He could see, feel how tense and nervous she was about all of this, and it was his fault.
He’d screwed up her life enough, and although he couldn’t let her go, couldn’t walk away, he could make her forget about it all, even if only for a short time.
He groaned deeply when his cock pressed right against her soft, warm flesh. She was so fucking gorgeous, shaped like a woman, and he loved it. When she placed her hand on his cock, a groan ripped from him.
She reached between them to take hold of his dick, but he moved away and cupped her cheek. “Right now is about you, baby.” God, she was so fucking beautiful.