Marked By The Devil (Devil’s Riders #5) Read online Joanna Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil's Riders Series by Joanna Blake
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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There were three words in the center. They read . . .

Property Of Callaway

My head snapped up, afraid it was some sort of a joke.

“What’s this?”

I looked up at her, suddenly unsure. What the actual fuck was going on? She smiled tremulously.

“It’s a tattoo.”

“A tattoo.”

I stared at her, still not understanding. She nodded earnestly.

“Yes. I’d like to hire you.”

“Hire me?

“Oh, for God’s sake!”

Whiskey’s voice boomed out but Becky immediately shushed him. I’d nearly forgotten that they were there. Hell, I’d nearly forgotten my own name, I was so happy to see her again. To be close to her.

Even if it was tearing me up inside.

“So. Can you do this for me?”

“You . . . want a tattoo.”

“No.” Her eyes were suspiciously watery. “I want this tattoo.”

Understanding dawned. Relief crashed through me like a tidal wave. Relief and love and such a fierce sense of rightness that it nearly brought me to my knees.

“Oh, Mols.” I crushed her against me, kissing her cheeks and ears and hair. I couldn’t let go enough to kiss her lips at first. I heard Whiskey and Becky say goodnight and leave. I barely spared them a thought.

She was here.

She was mine.

We were kissing then, deep and wild and hot. But it was more than a sexual combustion. It was love. It was a deeper love than I ever could have imagined.

“So, is it going to hurt?”

I realized I was still holding the design in my hand. I shook my head, leaning my forehead against hers.

“No, sweetheart.”

“Really?”

“It won’t hurt because I’m not going to do it.”

She looked confused and a little hurt.

“Why not?”

“When you are ready, I’ll ink you. But it won’t say that you’re my property. I will never put that on your skin. I told you we belong to each other. It’s not the same thing.”

“Oh.”

She turned pink and I let my hands slide down to her bottom.

“And I don’t want to rush you again. But I really appreciate the thought.”

I gave her a good squeeze and she sighed. She’d been missing me too.

“I want you so bad, Molly.”

“I want you too.”

“How do you feel about this couch?”

“What for?”

I gave her a look and she turned even pinker. Goddamn, the woman was adorable!

“Your bare ass, for one thing.”

She giggled and nodded. “Okay.” She gave me a saucy smirk. “It will give you time to sober up.”

“What do I need to be sober for?”

“To drive me home,” she whispered, “ya donkey.”

I laughed and lifted her up, carrying her to the couch. I gently laid her down and started peeling my clothes off. She raised her eyebrows as I stripped.

“You know, you could take your clothes off now.”

She shook her head.

“Too busy.”

“Too busy doing what?”

“Enjoying the view.”

I laughed and leaned over her, tugging her clothes away. My smile faded, replaced by a serious look. I felt so warm inside. So loved. It was hard to believe that I’d been so close to losing her.

And all I’d had to do was not push too hard. Give her a chance to breathe. She came back to me.

“I can’t wait.”

“Me either.”

I climbed on top of her, kissing her hard and deep. We went from zero to sixty just like that. My fingers found her pussy. I moaned when I found her wet and ready for me.

“Mols, I want—”

She gripped my hips.

“I don’t want to wait. Do it!”

With a moan, I positioned my cock against her slick lips and pushed forward. I nearly lost my mind at the feel of her tightness wrapping itself around me. Letting me in. Enveloping me.

She whimpered in kitten-like pleasure as I drove home. And then it was on. Long, deep strokes that brought us both to the brink quickly and kept us there. For a long time, the only sounds in the parlor were our heavy breathing and words of love.

But I couldn’t wait. My need was too urgent. I thought I had lost her and now I had to have her, claim her, make her mine.

I tried to hold on. To be smooth and steady. I circled my hips as slowly as I could. But it wasn’t long until I was thrashing wildly, our tongues tangling and our breathing rough. I felt a massive orgasm building up and I couldn’t hold it back.

“Oh, God, Mols, I can’t—”

“Ah, ah, ah, ahh!”

The unbelievable sound of Molly’s orgasm tipped me over the edge. I felt her slick walls gripping my shaft, milking me of every drop as my lust poured out of me. I filled her up and kept going. I groaned, almost in pain, I was coming so hard.

“It’s too much . . . fuck!”

I collapsed beside her, turning her to face me. The two of us barely fit on the couch. Thankfully, it was pretty damn deep.

My body was twitching for nearly ten minutes as we lay there entwined. I pressed soft kisses to her face and neck, my cock still embedded deep inside her. I wouldn’t move. I couldn’t.


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