Oh You’re So Cold (Bad Boys of Bardstown #2) Read Online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, New Adult, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Bardstown Series by Saffron A. Kent
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
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I squeeze my thighs around his waist. “You don’t⁠—”

“But we have to get our story straight, okay?” he begins, looking at me meaningfully. “We can’t have the world blaming you when it’s my fault.”

I know what he’s referring to, and I almost tell him that we don’t need a story. We don’t need to pretend that he’s making me do anything. We don’t need flimsy excuses. I’m not marrying his brother anymore. I’m his and his alone.

But I can’t.

Not yet.

Not until I tell Shepard.

So I do as he says. I follow his lead and let him take the burden for now.

“Okay,” I agree on a whisper.

“Tell me what happened tonight,” he whispers.

I give him a peck on his mouth. Then, “I went to a party where my daddy saved me.”

He gives me a peck back. “Because your fucking fiancé was fucking around on the job, wasn’t he? He was fucking slacking and⁠—”

I give him a peck again. “It’s okay though. I don’t care because I’m safe.”

The double necklace of his fingers around my neck tightens. “You are, aren’t you?

I roam my eyes around his features as I reply, “Thanks to my daddy.”

I shiver at the dark look in his eyes. At how vulnerable of a position I’m in. With his big body lodged between my thighs and his strong and rough hands wrapped around my throat. He could so easily do anything to me, keep me pinned forever, choke me with his fingers and oh my God, use that… hard thing on me.

I can feel it, see.

This is the first time I’m feeling it.

He’s kept it away from me so far.

He wouldn’t even let me look at it back at the theater.

But now I can feel it on my tummy, all hard and throbbing.

His chest shakes. “So now I want what’s mine. What’s my due.”

And I can’t help but move against it and whisper, “But I… You know that I’m getting married soon and I…”

He shudders, a low growl escaping him. “You’re saving it.”

I shudder too and rub up against him. “I am.”

“But the thing is that he doesn’t deserve what you’re saving,” he says, his fingers squeezing my throat, his hips moving, making me arch my back and push back. “He left you alone at the bar. He leaves you alone on the bus. He leaves you alone where I can get to you. Where if I get hungry,” he rumbles all the while making me go crazy with his rocking, making me go insane, “I can so very easily get to my sweetheart’s pussy. I can so very easily kneel before you and flip your flimsy dress up. I can spread your legs and stick my head between your thighs and eat you. I can so very easily suck on you and drink you down. And if he finally gets a clue and comes to stop me, I can end him. So very, very easily. So you tell me, who deserves this pussy first: me or him. Your fiancé who doesn’t have a clue how to guard the treasure between your legs or me, your daddy, who’s hungry and thirsty and has been that way for ages, just waiting for his turn.”

I look at his feverish face. His drugged eyes. I flex my throat under his grip. I clench my thighs around his hips. I fist his hair. I breathe his air.

Digging my heels, I whisper against his mouth, “You. You get it. But you have to wait.”

He stills. “What?”

“Because I have to do something first.”

He presses into my body. “There’s nothing you have to do.”

“There is, though.”

“Dora, I⁠—”

“I have to do something for you.”

“What?”

I place a soft kiss on his parted lips again. “It’s your turn, isn’t it? And you’ve only ever seen me dance with other men. And you’ve only ever seen me dance from far away and from the shadows. And I’ve only ever danced for you in my dreams or in the middle of the night, under the pink magnolia tree where we met for the first time, imagining you standing there, watching me. So now that you’re finally here, in my room, and you won’t let me go no matter how much I ask you to, I need to dance for you.”

I place a tender kiss on his mouth again. “So can I? Can I dance for you, Daddy?”

For several moments after that, there’s silence. I don’t even think he’s breathing as he stares down at me. When I think I can’t take it anymore, he speaks and he does it commandingly. He does it with a thick growl and a possessive tone.

“You’ll dance, but you’ll do it without his ring on your finger.”

And then he proceeds to take my engagement ring away leaving me bare.

Chapter 8

I don’t know why I’m so nervous.

I’ve done this before. I’ve danced for him multiple times. Either to make him jealous or when he was pretending to be Shepard.


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