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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Her eyes drifted from the top of my head, down my chest, to my cock. She licked her lips, stumbling forward in her ridiculous shoes. “You can call me whatever you want, Prez.”

I held up my finger. “I’m not the president until the ceremony tomorrow. Call me Kill. And I’m going to call you…”

Buttercup’s name danced on my tongue. Her smile blazed in my brain. Her laugh echoed in my ears.

Fuck.

I was so fucking horny—had been for ten years. I’d wanted to take her, to make love to the girl who’d had my heart the moment I saw her. But out of decency for our families, and our ages at the time, I’d avoided taking things too far.

I wasn’t a guy who wanted to whore around. I knew how precious Cleo was. I knew that the moment I took her, she would be mine for eternity and I’d be hers. I’d wanted it to be perfect.

You were a dick for waiting.

Now, I was about to lose my virginity to a Club bunny who’d sucked more cocks and slept with more bikers than minutes I’d been alive. 12,622,776. Okay, maybe not that many, but still—a fucking lot.

“I’m not picking your name. Give me one and I’ll use it.”

She smiled, resting her fingertips against my chest. “Okay, call me Meadow.” Her body shifted closer, pressing her large tits against me. The softness of her body sent a need so damn strong through my blood I knew I wouldn’t last long.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, completely fucking dwarfing her small frame, I walked her backward till the backs of her knees hit the bed.

She fell, sprawling onto the covers, a small laugh escaping.

Meadow’s laugh was nothing like Cleo’s. It was all kinds of wrong and almost threatened to kill my hard-on.

My mouth ached to kiss; my tongue wanted nothing more than to taste. But not this woman. Not a whore who I didn’t want. Only the girl from my past.

The first time I’d kissed Cleo—the first time I’d broken my stupid rules and let her win—I’d known. My fate was sealed to hers and she had power over me more than anyone.

She would’ve given me her virginity in that wonderful afternoon, but I’d stopped. I’d been a fucking idiot and thought we had forever.

Instead, here I was about to fuck a stranger just because I had to get her out of my mind once and for all. My past was dead to me.

She had to be, too.

“Do you have a condom?” My voice was rough, angry.

Meadow nodded, pulling a packet from her cleavage. I stole it from her fingers. It was warm and the rubber inside slipped like disgusting slime against the foil. Placing it on the bedspread in easy reach, I growled, “On your knees.”

I couldn’t do this looking into her eyes.

I swallowed hard. Goddammit.

I’d survived almost five years in a penitentiary without thinking of her, yet the moment I got out and saw the gift she’d given me all those years ago, I couldn’t stop her invasion.

You’re cheating on her.

I wasn’t.

I couldn’t cheat on her.

She’s dead.

Meadow rolled onto her knees, wriggling her ass, hoisting her tight dress past her hips to her waist. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She spread her legs for me, just like she had for the twenty members of the Corrupts.

My teeth locked at the blatant display of female body parts. I could fucking stare all day.

My cock didn’t care that this woman wasn’t Cleo. It didn’t care that she’d been a permanent fixture serving the men who’d betrayed Wallstreet.

All it cared about was fixing a problem. Leaving boyhood for my new future.

Unbuckling my jeans, I slipped the heavy denim to my ankles. I still wasn’t used to the scratch against my legs after the well-worn cotton of jumpsuits at Florida State.

I didn’t bother touching her or myself.

Grabbing the condom, I tore it open, screwed my face up at how gross the fucking thing felt, and rolled it awkwardly down my length.

“Move back,” I growled.

Meadow immediately obeyed, inching her ass backward, wetness glistening between her thighs. My hands landed on her hips, positioning her exactly where I wanted.

She looked over her shoulder, hazel eyes glowing with lust. “You don’t want me to suck you? Don’t you want to fool around a bit first?”

Hell no.

Anger popped in my blood; I couldn’t help myself. Grabbing her chin, I forced her head to face the mattress. “Don’t look at me.”

Don’t look at me with eyes that make me hate myself. Don’t make me miss her any more than I already do.

I should’ve been gagging for this. I should’ve been panting and so fucking happy at having a willing woman on her knees about to take my cock, but all I could focus on was the guilt-ridden heart inside my chest.

Godddammit, stop it.


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