Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
The blunt began to roll off the table, and I quickly caught the blunt before it could hit the ground, ignoring the burn as the cherry hit my palm, and set it back on the tabletop before going back to jacking off. She began to shudder, drawing so close to the edge but unable to tip over quite yet. My balls drew up tight against my body, and I licked at her cunt faster, tugging on Capone’s balls in the way I knew he liked, and somehow, we all came at the same time, April’s cry shattering the peaceful silence outside.
I rested my forehead on her thigh as I spurted into my palm, my chest heaving. Capone laced his fingers in my hair, scraping his blunt nails against my scalp as he softly kissed April, gently working us both down.
No words were needed. Sometimes, the intimacy of these moments after orgasming was all we needed to communicate. And fuck if Capone wasn’t the absolute best at taking control of them.
CHAPTER 12
Hawke
April rested her head on my shoulder as I forked a piece of steak and raised it to her lips. Obediently, she opened and closed her mouth over the fork. I slid the utensil free from her lips, and she chewed happily, her eyes closed. I loved taking care of her like this, and I needed it after the night Capone and I had. It took me a little longer than usual to recover from the intense scene we’d partaken in. The sub-low hit me hard.
While he and Tank could switch, I was the one Capone went to when he needed something darker. Even now, my back twinged with pain from the cuts Capone had sliced into my flesh. But I’d begged for the pain. I’d pleaded with him to make me bleed for him. And Capone had delivered.
Fuck. The sub-low and the pain afterward were absolutely worth being fucked with Capone using my blood as lube. Had anyone walked into my room, they would’ve thought someone had been murdered. The sheets had to be burned out back, and I was pretty sure my mattress might need to be trashed, too.
Honestly, I’d just been fucked how I really wanted to be. Capone saw the darkest parts of me and never batted an eye. Because he was just as fucked up as I was. And he loved every screwed up piece of me as if I were absolutely perfect.
Coming from an abusive family had lent me its own trauma, and it twisted my needs up into something sinister.
Capone had been the one to find me sitting at a bus station, ready to leave this fucking state on my eighteenth birthday. I was battered, could barely stand due to my broken ribs, and I was malnourished. He’d walked right over to me, ripped the bus ticket up, and offered me his hand.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I growled, glaring up at the beefy, thick man standing in front of me, his hand outstretched as if he hadn’t just basically ripped up a hundred dollars worth of money I’d busted my ass to save. “You just basically trashed one hundred dollars, asshole.”
“I’ll give you five if you come with me.”
I barked out a cruel laugh. “Right. Because kids like me should just follow random strangers when they offer some creepy shit like that.”
He crouched in front of me then and pointed to a man leaning against the wall. The man was thickly muscled—built like a fucking tank. His eyes were dark but kind as he stared at me from across the room. He was also extremely fucking hot. “You see that man over there? He’s waiting on us. His name is Tank, and he’s my vice president.”
“Tank.” I snorted. “Fits him.” I looked back at the gorgeous, tatted man still crouched in front of me. “Who are you?”
“My name is Capone. I’m the president of a small club called Chaos Keepers MC. I got a call from the lady behind the counter, telling me a kid might need a home. We came directly here. So, what do you say? You want a safe place to live where I won’t let a single mother fucker touch you ever again?”
I swallowed thickly. That sounded amazing, actually. Safety. God, had I ever known what that felt like? Living with abusive parents had traumatized me.
“Promise you’re not pulling my leg?”
Capone pulled a weapon out of his cut and placed it in my hands. My face paled a little. “If I try something shady or Tank does, shoot us.”
I blinked. I’d never held a gun before. My eyes darted around the room, but no one was paying any attention to us. Blowing out a soft breath, I handed it back to him. “I’m trusting you.”
Capone smiled then, and fuck, the beauty of it blinded me. “It’ll be the best decision you ever make in your life,” he promised me.