Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
She moved her gaze down his big body, over his broad shoulders, and took in all of the tattoos he had.
Bleeding Mayhem was tattooed right on his chest in large, bold Old English script, a tattoo all the guys in the club sported to show their loyalty. She lifted a hand and ran her finger lightly over the ink and continued to move her gaze over the sparse hair that covered his abdomen, along the ripples of his six-pack, and to the tented sheet over his groin.
She felt her eyes widen, removed her hand from his chest, and swallowed roughly. When she lifted her gaze to his face, she saw he was awake and staring right at her with a hooded expression.
“You see what you do to me?” he said in a deep voice.
She licked her lips, her body ready to go again. “We can’t forget reality and all the shit in our lives by having sex.”
“What if it’s the best fucking sex we’ve ever had?”
She glared at him and he smirked. He exhaled and stared at the ceiling for several seconds, and then turned his big body toward hers. Big cupped her cheek, smoothing his thumb along her healing bruises, and she could see the plethora of emotions cross his face.
He was angry, sad, and this fierceness, protectiveness, radiated from him and slammed into her, moving outward and covering her completely.
“Did Mayhem tell you I’m going with him to take out the fucker?” Big said softly in the darkness. The lights were off, but Big must have done it because she had passed out after he fucked her into unconsciousness.
“I haven’t talked to him again about it. Aside from me telling him when I first got here, we’ve talked about other things.”
“It’s because talking about it pisses him off. Me, too, baby.”
She swallowed, saw the shadows move across his brutally handsome face, and knew she’d fallen down the rabbit hole. There was no going back, but as she looked into his eyes, she didn’t want to. “I know, and a part of me hates that I put all of you in this situation, but another part of me just wanted to be with my family.”
He pulled her against his body, and even though she was wet and ready to be with him sexually again, Big just held her, and she welcomed the comfort.
“I’m glad you came back, Claire.”
The silence moved between them, and she absorbed it all.
“I’m going to kill him, Claire. I’m going to kill him for hurting you.”
17
Steven pushed away the woman currently draped over his chest and sat on the side of the bed. He was hiding his annoyance well, but he’d snapped a few times when he had these loose bitches in his bed, especially when they wanted more than a little dick and pussy action.
Running a finger over his temple, he felt the wound that that fucking whore Claire had given him. He’d find her eventually, although if she had gone to that MC that her brother was in, it might take some time.
But Steven would get her alone, and then he’d make her pay for what she did.
He gritted his teeth as his head pounded from the sudden movement of sitting up. He was still slightly drunk from the previous night, and the scent of the bitch’s pussy who was lying in the bed beside him covered him.
Clasping his temple as it throbbed in pain, the image of Claire slammed into his head. She’d been fierce, that’s for sure, but she’d crossed the line, and she was going to pay. Standing, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the light.
Staring at his reflection, he grew angrier over the wound on his head. Even after it had started healing and he’d had the stitches removed—yeah, the fucking bitch had struck him hard enough that he’d needed stitches—it still looked like someone hit him with a fucking fireplace poker.
He grinned at his reflection, the thoughts of getting even with her playing through his head. He felt his cock grow harder at the very thought of having her within reach. But if she did go to see her brother and that big motherfucker who he’d seen in those pictures with her, it might prove to be a problem.
Steven might fuck with women, exert his power over them, but those men in the MC were something altogether different. They didn’t play by any rules.
But she distanced herself from her brother and moved away from him.
Steven had a feeling she might have run back there for protection.
He could wait, though. Steven could wait until she came back, and when she did, when she came back to town because time had passed and she thought she was safe, he’d get even. Yeah, he’d really get even.
Her anger was like an aphrodisiac, and he wanted more of it. He gripped his cock and stroked it a few times. What he really wanted to do was have Claire here to slap around, maybe tie up until she begged him for mercy.