Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“You’re both dead,” Ronaldo spits, smacking his fist on the desk from his chair. Zane aims his gun at him, and I shake my head and raise the hatchet, launching it toward Ronaldo. Zane darts out of the way and it lands with a thud in Ronaldo’s chest, his chair scooting a few inches back. His eyebrows raise. His eyes spring wide, mouth drops open. Blood leaks from his lips as his head lulls.
“Lily?” Rylie’s voice echoes through the gap in the doors as Zane rushes toward me, grabs the back of my head with his palm, and slams his mouth to mine. Rough and full of need, I cling to him, tangling my tongue with his, tasting him.
Pulling away, he grins. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Lily…” Rylie calls again. “Lily!”
“Who is that?” Zane frowns, trying to see through the space.
“No one. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
ZANE/CHAOS
Flashing lights illuminate the sky as we exit the club. Fire trucks and cop cars are parked out front. Crowds of people fill the parking lot, making it easy for Lily and me to blend in as we maneuver our way to my truck.
“Sprinkler system works,” Lily points out, a wild spark in her eyes. A pink tinge warms her cheeks as she beams a smile.
God, she’s beautiful.
“Honestly, I expected someone to put it out with a fire extinguisher.” The fire was completely out by the time we passed through the club, but the water damage is going to be far worse.
“Look,” Lilly murmurs. I follow her gaze, my brow furrowing. A cop is attempting to stop cars from leaving. Fuck. We’re not going to get out of here in the truck. Opening the door, I grab my blade from the glovebox and shove it in my boot.
“Come on.” Taking her hand, we walk to the back of the club where more people are scattered. A set of double doors are wide open, a staircase leading down into Bare Flesh. It would be easy for anyone being held down there to escape. Kelly was never forced to work here. Leo was either fed lies or conjured them up himself.
“There.” Lily jerks her arm to a path cutting through a hedge. Picking up our pace until we’re jogging, we take the route, coming out on a sidewalk.
“Dammit,” she hisses, checking her foot.
“Take my boots.”
“No.” She shakes her head and carries on walking barefoot.
“Your feet are going to get shredded.”
“Shut up and let’s go.”
The familiar roaring of motorbikes growls through the night. Headlights beam from further up the road. “Are they coming this way?” Lily freezes. Rumbling seems to vibrate the air we’re breathing. Steel and leather come into view, and I grab Lily and race toward a treeline, ducking her behind a huge trunk, the branches obscuring us as the parade of bikes pass. Their patches read clear under the streetlights. “It’s my brother,” she whispers, squeezing my hand. “Do you think they’re going to Flesh?”
It would be an odd coincidence if they weren’t. “Doesn’t matter. We’re not there.” Creeping along a row of closed shops, we keep to the shadows. A closed sign flickers in one of the windows lighting Lily’s face. “Why are you smiling?” I tease.
“It’s been a crazy night.” She breathes. I attempt to cross the road, but her hand tugs on mine, pulling us down an alleyway.
“It’s a dead end.” I shake my head. A frown tugging on my brow.
“I don’t care.” Pushing me against the wall, she jumps on me, and I catch her on instinct.
“What are you doing?” Her thighs fill my palms, her dress riding up to her waist. My breathing accelerates, and my dick perks up.
“Fuck me, Zane.”
“Here?” I don’t know why I’m stalling. Every part of my body wants to touch hers, but she has a past. Am I taking advantage?
“Don’t think, feel. Who knows what’s going to happen to us after tonight. I’m asking you to fuck me.” Her tongue sweeps across my lips as she rotates her hips.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, sending all reason out the window.
Turning, I pin her back against the wall, kissing her hard and rough. She tears at my hair, shirt, skin, feeding on me like a starved animal. Small hands slip into my jeans, tugging the fly open and diving inside to stroke my hard cock. There’s no foreplay or niceties. She’s in control.
“Tear my panties off,” she breathes, stroking up my shaft. Fisting the material, I yank until it snaps, and she lines up her pussy, thrusting down on me without hesitation. Her wet pussy swallows my cock, squeezing. Shit, I almost come from that alone.
“Fuck me with your fat cock, Zane,” she pants, wiggling her hips, her lips, teeth, and tongue exploring the skin of my neck. I piston my hips, fucking her, taking everything she offers. Fisting her hair, I suck her neck, bite her jaw, and kiss her lips until we’re moaning. Skin slaps skin. The sound of passing cars don’t faze her. She’s lost to the madness, and it’s stunning. “Harder,” she cries. I drive my hips deeper, harder, until she calls out, and my cum spills inside her.