Hushed Torment Read Online Bella Jewel (Iron Fury MC #2)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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“More,” I breathe.

“Goin’ to take your bra off so I can see your pretty tits, then we’re gettin’ in that shower until you moan my name.”

My skin prickles. Feeling the vibrations of his words through my fingers is like learning to breathe for the first time. A little unnatural at first, but once you ease up and let it in, it’s as if you’re suddenly free. He rises to his feet, reaching around me and unclipping my bra.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I know that.

My mind isn’t in the right place, I know it isn’t, but I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to stop myself. I need to feel him. I need something to make this emptiness inside me disappear, just for a moment. Malakai is something else, he makes me feel things that terrify me.

I swore I wouldn’t, but tonight I’m going to let him have me.

Just tonight.

He steps back, and with eyes full of lust and a heart full of desire, I watch him shrug off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. Then he reaches down, pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing the most incredible, most powerful body I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Bronze skin pulled tight over firm, bulging muscles.

That’s the first thing I see.

The second is the tattoos winding over his chest and down his stomach. Heaven. Dangerous. Deadly. I bite my bottom lip, suddenly nervous. The power he holds is utterly terrifying, and yet I can’t look away. He takes the top of his jeans and unbuttons them, letting them slide down his legs. I don’t see them hit the floor.

Because I can’t move.

My eyes are trained in on him, and I have forgotten how to breathe.

The top half of him was something, but him as an entire package is something else. I’ve never seen a man that looks so strong, so powerful, and so ridiculously gorgeous. He could snap you with one flick of his hand, and yet at the same time you want those hands on you, cupping your cheek, running over your body, fixing everything that is broken.

My eyes slide down to the equally powerful, strong and thick part of him standing upright between his legs, and my cheeks burn. He has a ring, right through the top, and for a moment, I just stare at it, mouth slightly agape. I’ve never seen anything like it, not once in my entire life. Granted, I’ve not been with many men, but I don’t know that I’d call Malakai a man.

No.

He’s a force. A strength. An undeniable pull.

Perfection.

“Never seen a cock ring, sweetheart?”

I look away, flushing, and cross my arms over my chest. He steps forward, reaching over and pulling my hands down, holding my eyes, the intensity in his rather terrifying. “Do not pull away from me, Amalie. Do not hide. Do not cover up. Every flaw, every perfection, everythin’ about you is mine. Don’t ever take that away.”

I swallow.

I’m in too deep, I know I am, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

“You don’t know me,” I whisper. “Not really. We’ve not talked about ourselves, or our lives. How can you possibly be so sure I’m yours?”

“Because, like you don’t need sound to feel. I don’t need words to feel. I can read it, I can see it, I live it.”

Dammit.

What am I doing?

Malakai pulls me gently into the warm shower. Carefully, helping me so I don’t put weight on my throbbing ankle. When the water hits me, I moan, needing its warmth to ease my broken body. He leans down, filling his palm with soap. He runs it over my body, starting at my shoulders and slowly moving down, over my breasts, kneading them as he does.

All the while his eyes hold mine.

“I’m not going to fuck you in here tonight. I will have you, though, Amalie. For the rest of my fuckin’ life. But now isn’t the time to start that.”

I think I just fell in love with him.

God dammit.

He keeps rubbing the soap over my breasts, making my nipples perk to life. I whimper, I can’t help it, it feels so incredible to have hands on me again. Hands that want me. Hands that need me. I close my eyes for a moment and just relish in how good it feels.

His hands move down, the soap mostly gone off them, and he circles around and gently grabs my bottom, squeezing it in his hands. I moan and open my eyes, glancing down at him. He looks up, water trailing over his massive body, green eyes sparkling, hair falling wet over his forehead. “You have a beautiful ass, sweetheart.”

I swallow as his fingers slowly curl around to the front. His eyes drop to it, and I could swear I can feel his chest vibrate with a growl against my body. Slowly, as if tormenting me, he slides his finger into my folds. Electric sparks explode in my body and I put my hands on the wall on either side of me. Up and down his finger slides, slowly building me up, slowly making my body come to life.


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