Riot Kings (The Bedlam Boys #2) Read Online Ruby Vincent

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: The Bedlam Boys Series by Ruby Vincent
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
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I shoved in and caught her groan in my hand, but I couldn’t catch mine. I couldn’t even stifle it to prevent our discovery.

There was nothing like being in the tight, wet paradise that was Rainey de Souza’s pussy. She mumbled smart-ass remarks about her ability to bathe herself when I carried her into the shower, but the fact was, it’s my capabilities that were the problem.

I couldn’t go more than twelve hours without being inside her. If I tried, I started to lose my sunny disposition.

My skin molded to hers—covering her body like the wolf she named me—mounting my mate.

“Fuck,” I hissed, pumping faster than I could handle. I had to slow down. Savor the feel. Relish her cries. Delight in her body instinctively curling in to reject the pain while Rain, law, and nature bent to accept more.

I moved faster still, balls tightening, muscles clenching to explode. My hand slipped off her mouth, letting those sinful pleas spill out.

“Cairo, please, no,” she moaned. “Not here. We c-can’t... do this here.”

I loosed a roar like a wild animal, both pleased and enraged at her denial. I slammed into her, lifting both our knees off the ground with each strike of the bull’s eye.

She choked, covering her own mouth, penning in a cry. “Fucking beast,” Rain spat. Defiance lit the single jeweled eye that found me. “I may be your cure... but you are definitely my curse.”

My grin split my face. “Save your money on the witches and talismans, baby, because I’m not going anywhere—”

Rain probably only caught part of that. Her eye rolled up in her head—pussy clamping down as the orgasm claimed her. I tried to swear and couldn’t even do that. My control surrendered to the same force that took her. I fell prostrate on top of Rain, biting her shoulder as a violent, mind-rending orgasm spilled its gift in her well.

She couldn’t hold my weight, and we collapsed in a sweaty pile in the dirt—two heaving mounds.

“How,” she breathed, “can you do these things with a hurt shoulder?”

Just mentioning the damn thing brought the pain flooding in. I winced, rolling off her to lie flat on my back. I wasn’t surprised to see I ripped open the stitches I made Doc Nash do at three in the morning. Blood soaked through my bandage.

Rain rolled to my other side, resting her head in the crook of my arm. The woman liked a cuddle after she was ravaged. I should discourage this. Her being mine and me being her boyfriend were not ideas that necessarily connected.

I looped my arm under her instead, dropping my hand on her ass. There were benefits in keeping my pet happy. Such benefits decorated my cock and Rain’s inner thighs.

“Did you see?” she asked softly.

I nodded. “Someone’s been hiding here, watching my Rain.”

“This is something, though, right? They put their mouth on those things. There’s DNA. Plus, now I know the new Letter Man smokes. That eliminates a few people off the top.”

“I’ll direct the old man this way.” I dragged us up. “We have to go. There might be footprints and other shit we’re trampling over.”

I dressed my girl, then scooped her into my arms, ignoring the pain as I carried her out. De Souza was a slippery one. Disappearing whenever I took my eyes off her. I’d have to do better at keeping her on the leash.

“Don’t come here alone again.” I was soundless moving through the brush, leaving my father and his officers behind. “I’m serious. Consider how often it was just the two of you out here alone, and you never knew.”

Rain’s shudder rippled over me. “I have,” she said, laying her head on my chest. “Makes me sick thinking of it. And it pisses me off. The whole time, he was that close.

“I won’t come out here alone, but I don’t want to drag you guys into this either. Whatever sick game this guy is playing, it was meant for two. He, and Cavendish before him, warned me against telling anyone about the letters. You said it yourself. If he comes after you, we won’t know who he is to see him coming.”

“I can take care of myself,” I dismissed.

“I can too and that didn’t stop him snatching me in the middle of the brawl.”

I jerked to a stop. “What? You said that shit stain Ellis took you.”

“No, you did,” she said, dropping down in sight of my truck. “The Letter Man drugged and hauled me away among dozens of witnesses.”

“What did he do to you?” The growl that leaked through my teeth unnerved even me. I’d taken the job of protecting Bedlam at all costs out of obligation. But this... Killing the man who dared lay a hand on what’s mine would add no weight on my conscience.


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