Ruin & Rule (Pure Corruption MC #1) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Pure Corruption MC Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
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His eyes flared but he nodded. “Your heartbeat? Yeah, I feel it.”

“You leave me and that stops.”

Temper flashed in his gaze. “I won’t let you play silly games with me. You’ll survive without me.”

My anger met his. “No. You’ll see, Art. You’ll see that I was right and your heart beats for me. Mine, yours—they chime to the same beat. Wherever we end up in the world, whatever you do or whoever you decide to tie your life to, we’ll never be whole unless we’re one.”

I pressed his fingers harder against my heart. “It’s not stupidity or a young crush. It’s the truth. You’ll die without me. You need me as much as I need you.”

The flashback ended; a rogue tear dripped down my nose, staining the lopsided cursive on the note in my hands. “I was so cocky. So sure of us back then,” I murmured.

Arthur caught my tear, bringing the captured salt to his mouth and licking it from his fingertip. “You were. The day I was taken to prison I remembered that note. I remembered you saying I would die without you, and I swear on my life I felt I was cursed because in that moment I did die. You’d gone. Everything I’d dreamed for—our future, our love, even the quietness we’d find when doing homework together—it was all gone.”

He bowed his head. “I was dead, Cleo. That note was the only thing that made me feel alive. But now I don’t need it, because you’ve brought me back to life.” His strong fingers spread on my chest, half cupping my breast in ownership while absorbing my heartbeats below. “This is mine. Mine is yours. I get it now.”

I shivered in his hold. “Then why are you still keeping things from me?”

His jaw clenched as his green eyes locked me out. “I swear I’ll tell you. I’ve promised countless of times. I just need—”

“More time,” I finished for him, hanging my head. Smoothing the tearstained poem, I nodded. “Okay. I’ll be patient.”

The part of me that had a compulsive need to tend and nurture every creature in pain sought to comfort Art. I didn’t want him to suffer anymore. If it meant I had to be patient in order for him to deal with this upheaval, then so be it.

Call it selfless or stupid, I would give him the time he obviously needed.

In a way that makes me stronger than him. So it’s my duty to protect him.

Tucking wayward strands behind my ear, he helped me stand. “Thank you. Now let’s go to bed. I’ll deal with this shit tomorrow.” Grabbing my elbow, he guided me toward the door.

I dug my heels into the tiles. “Wait. I could never sleep now. Shouldn’t we call the police? Gather evidence—that sort of thing?”

He grinned as if I were a silly child who didn’t understand the mechanics of the world. “Police aren’t welcome here, Buttercup. Besides, there won’t be any evidence that will make sense to them. I’ll get Grasshopper and Mo to have a look—see what they can find. And you will sleep, because I’ll be beside you keeping you safe.”

I huffed, unsuccessfully hiding my frustration.

Art didn’t say anything else, just propelled me up the staircase and down the corridor. The bedrooms looked untouched.

Thank God.

I didn’t think I could sleep in a room that had been defiled by burglars.

Striding into his room, he let me go to run both hands through his hair. “Shit, I’ve got sand everywhere.” Motioning to the bathroom, he said, “We’re having a shower, then bed. I need to rest so I can figure this shit out.”

Ripping his T-shirt over his head, he unbuckled his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. With another tug, his boxer-briefs were a puddle on the carpet and he strode toward me completely naked.

Damn him to hell.

My mouth went dry and all annoyance toward him evaporated.

His muscled stomach rose and fell, hypnotizing my eyes with every breath. The etched V of his torso guided my eyes to his thickening cock; wetness rushed between my legs.

I couldn’t look away from the mermaid on his thigh, dancing with every movement.

Silently, Arthur grabbed the hem of my yellow T-shirt, tugging it over my head. Biting his bottom lip, which made him so damn sexy, he lowered my zipper and peeled the denim down my legs.

The whisper of his fingers over my skin sent flutters through my core.

Dropping in front of me, he removed my panties, then placed a kiss on the top of my pussy. It wasn’t just sexual, it was a worship—an acknowledgment of everything we’d been through and everything still to come.

Suddenly, I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the distance or emotional void. Wrapping my arms around his head, I held him against my stomach.

He stiffened, then embraced my hips with a fierceness that almost toppled me over. His touch was painful but needed. It shouted just how much I meant to him.


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