Rowe (Henchmen MC Next Generation #4) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Biker, Crime, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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“I actually have a family party tonight,” I added, doubling down.

“I think you’re going to miss that,” Lizzie said, wincing like she was sorry for it. “Reggie says we need a really long time to play with you.”

“Play what?” I asked, tone bright, innocent.

“Oh, in all sorts of ways,” she said, smiling. “Reggie says he’s been thinking about you a lot. It’s why he doesn’t want to touch me anymore. But that’s okay. Because now we have you.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah. Reggie thinks about being inside you. He tells me all the time.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, pulling a bit harder on my restraints.

Reggie was in the shower for the time being. Which meant I only had Lunatic Lizzie to deal with. And she had the crazy person edge, sure, but she was small. And I had a lot of training and a hell of a lot of motivation to get away.

I just needed to keep her distracted. I could just about get one hand free. If I could keep her focus on my face, I could get it out, then get my other hand free.

My ankles, well, I was just going to need to be quick about that. Or I could attempt the old-fashioned duck forward and slam the legs against the wall move. It would alert Reggie. But it would get me free faster.

“Yeah,” Lizzie said, picking at a pull in the knee of her pants. “He said he thinks you have a tight inside,” she said, cheeks flushing.

“We all do,” I said.

“Reggie said he wants me to feel it too,” Lizzie said, smiling up at me. “He said he wants me to put my fingers in your front while he is inside you in the back,” she said, and I barely managed to stop from rolling my eyes at her childish descriptions of basic anatomy. “He said he bets you get really wet down there. I don’t. I’ve always needed to use something.”

“There’s no shame in using lube,” I said, a knee-jerk defense of it, even when I was talking to my damn future rapist. “Many women don’t get wet. Sometimes it is a medicine thing or some girls just don’t, no matter how much they want it.”

“You’re going to want it,” she declared, nodding enthusiastically. “Reggie says you love being…”

“What? Being what?” I asked, wincing at the sharpness in my tone, knowing I needed to tone it down.

“Fucked,” Lizzie supplied, pressing her lips together like she said something bad. “He said you love being fucked. And stuffed in both holes. And having a, you know,” she said, pointing toward her waist, “down your throat.”

Ugh.

I could do without the vivid visuals.

But the more I kept her talking, the less she was paying attention to my movements. And I was able to slip one burning, aching wrist out of the rope finally.

“Do you like doing those things with Reggie?” I asked.

“Sometimes.”

“Why only sometimes?” I asked, finding the knot, but it required my wrist at an angle that sent shooting pain up my arm and shoulder.

But it was that pain or far worse when Reggie came in. So I kept at it.

“Well, sometimes Reggie, he struggles,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s why we were so glad to find you. Once we found you, he had no trouble getting hard again. Rock hard,” she added, eyes excited as I worked hard not to recoil from her words. “He calls me your name sometimes. We even have a wig just like your hair. I will put it on, and he will take me from behind so he can imagine it is you.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Bother me? No. I want to keep Reggie happy. And he gets so happy when he thinks of himself buried inside of you.”

“That’s… that is very nice of you,” I said, forcing a smile.

“He was really unhappy that one night…”

“Which night?” I asked.

“That night when you brought your friend to class. He didn’t like seeing him there.”

“Why not?”

“Because he didn’t deserve to be close to you,” Lizzie said, eyes burning, looking crazier by the minute.

“But… but Reggie wanted me to get closer to him,” I reminded her.

“He told me he wanted to know what you looked and sounded like when you were, you know, heated up before we finally brought you here. But he was so angry,” she said, shaking her head. “He took me on the side of the road on the way home,” she said. “Very, very hard.”

“I’m sorry.”

“He didn’t want to hurt me, he wanted to hurt you,” she said, shooting me dark, empty eyes. “But now he is too excited to remember that. I didn’t forget though. I think I might play with you a little hard,” she said, shooting me a smirk I couldn’t call anything but evil. “I’ve seen some videos, you know.”


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