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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So I step forward, and in a voice stronger than I’ve ever used, I order, “Get out.”

The woman jerks and spins around, and Malakai’s eyes meet mine over her shoulders. He looks surprised, but he quickly wipes the mask away with a cold expression, an angry one. He can be angry. That’s fine. I’m going to be angry now, too. We can fight this one out until it’s resolved.

“See I’m busy,” he murmurs, eyes challenging mine, a darkness behind them I never noticed before.

Malakai can be dangerous.

Right now, I’m even more so.

“Get out, or so help me God, I will come over there and drag you out by your hair. The choice is yours.”

The woman gapes at me, but I hold strong. My stance. My expression. My scalding glare. She slides off his lap and mumbles something to him before sauntering out the door. It’s clear she really doesn’t care, she’ll probably skip straight into the next room and find someone else to ride.

In the meantime, I look to Malakai.

He stands, walking toward me, face angry. He looks terrifying when he stalks toward me like this. He’s like a hungry lion. A very angry, very scary lion. Still, I don’t move. I hold my own and cross my arms.

“What makes you think you can walk in here and order my girl out?”

I flinch.

I know he didn’t mean my girl in the way it sounded, but it hurt all the same. The burning jealousy in my belly is still there, and very, very real. I push it down. I can’t react with emotion right now. He’s going to hear me out, whether he likes it or not.

I’m so damned tired of my voice not being heard.

“Because you didn’t hear me out, and damned if I’m going to sit back and take it. You’re going to hear me, and I’m not leaving until you do.”

He raises a brow as he gets closer, stopping in front of me so we’re nearly nose to nose. “Be very careful, Amalie. I don’t like being told what to do.”

I hold his eyes. “And I don’t like being judged for something you know nothing about.”

“So you didn’t cause an accident that ruined a man’s life?”

I flinch, and he notices it. One hand snakes around my hip and hauls me closer so my body is slammed against his. My breath hitches and then bursts out of my mouth in a sudden gush. My body instantly becomes alert, and my thighs clench. Having him this close does things to me, and I hate that, more than anything, because I want to be angry at him.

He’s making that very hard.

“Let me go,” I whisper.

“You like it?” he growls, running his hands down over my ass and squeezing. I gasp and try not to whimper. Try not to show him that his hands make my body come to life. “You like when you get to play with other men while he sits at home?”

Rage builds inside me, and I slam my tiny fists on his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Screw you, Malakai. You know nothing about me.”

He releases my ass and brings his hand up to my cheek, cupping it, a little firmly. “I know that I thought you were the sweetest damn thing I ever saw in my life, but I’m startin’ to think you’re just a lion hidin’ in a kitten’s body.”

“That makes no sense,” I snap. “And you know nothing.”

“I know your body likes it when I run my hands over it, even though it shouldn’t.”

His eyes are lusty, and burning with rage, and, if I’m not mistaken, jealousy. He looks like he wants to hurt me, and make love to me, all at the same time. The worst part about it, is that I want him to. And that makes me even angrier. I should hate him. I should, but all I want to do is pull him closer, and let him do whatever he wants to me.

I’m tired of fighting it.

“I don’t like it,” I breathe, eyes holding his.

“I can feel the way your skin prickles when I run my fingers over it. You’re not innocent, Amalie. You’re bad, deep down. A fuckin’ devil. How would he feel knowin’ you’re here?”

I try to shove him again, and I spit out, “Get off me!”

He drops his hand, hooking it around my waist and lifting me off the floor. He pulls me against him so hard. “I don’t like bein’ someone’s fun to avoid reality.”

“And I don’t like how you’re holding me, let me go.”

“You fuckin’ love it,” he grinds out, rubbing my body against his.

And I do.

I do like it.

So much.

“Let me go, Malakai.”

He drops his head and his mouth grazes against my neck, making my whole body burn with a desire I can no longer contain.


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