Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“You started a war you had no chance of fucking winning when you let that mother fucker carve your club stamp into my woman’s back,” I told them. I ripped the president’s shirt open. “But that’s fine because guess what?” I smirked as I knelt beside him, my back to the wall to keep myself better protected. “I like getting bloody, and my woman loves fucking me when I’m covered in the blood of our enemies.”
With that, I began carving the club stamp into his abdomen. And his VP? I just fucking gutted him. Time was running out, and I didn’t have time to do more. We were on a time constraint, and it was almost time to set this place ablaze.
I walked outside of the clubhouse, nodding once at River. He grimaced at the sight of me. “You bathe in him, brother?”
I just smirked. “Light it up if we’re all accounted for,” I told him. “My work here is done.”
River nodded and sent a signal to Tank. He lit a match and dropped it to a line of gas. We stood there for a moment, watching as the flame made its way inside.
“Head on back home,” Alejandro told us. “I’ll make sure all of this gets cleaned up.”
River nodded once at him. “Pleasure as always, Alejandro.”
Alejandro nodded in return. “Look forward to what the future may bring us, River.”
Reina rushed outside the moment we rolled back onto the lot. She didn’t even flinch at the blood she could clearly see on me. The moment I was off my bike, she jumped on me. I stumbled but managed to grab her beneath her thighs. A groan crawled up my throat as she plunged her fingers into my hair, her lips connecting with mine.
“Need a shower,” I rasped as I carried her inside, ignoring everyone as we passed them.
She shook her head. “I want you—just like this.”
God fucking help me.
With a growl, I shoved our room door open and then kicked it shut with a slam before pressing her against it. I only managed to get her naked and get my dick out of my jeans before I sank deep inside her wet pussy, her cunt wrapping around me like fucking velvet.
“Sam,” she whimpered, “fuck me. I need you to take me. I’ve been so worried—”
I cut her off with a hard kiss, our bodies molding together. Blood made her porcelain-like skin slick. Her tits pressed against my chest, soft and warm. Her nipples were a stark contrast; they were pebbled and rubbing against me as I surged inside of her.
I smeared blood all over her as I groped at her, pounding into her sweet body over and over. No words were needed between us beyond what she’d spoken.
She was sating the monster in me, and I was sating her desire to be used by me. She craved the darker side of me—seemed to draw it deep within her, letting it soothe the wilder side of her that she had always been afraid to show me.
We were both fucked up ten ways to Sunday. There was no curing us. There was no saving us.
We were dark. But she was my light. She made my world light up. The only reason I saw color was because of her.
This woman made me capable of seeing the sunshine.
We were an odd as fuck pair. Honest to God, we probably needed fucking straitjackets. But we fit like two perfect puzzle pieces. She got me. And she loved every bit of me.
I’d never take any of it for granted ever again.
Her body shuddered as her orgasm swept over her. She cried out my name, her nails digging into my shoulders. The pain spurred me on.
“I was always coming back home to you,” I promised her, my balls drawing up tight. I was about to fill her cunt with my seed. Maybe it would knock her up—one could only hope. But damn, I’d enjoy continuing to try every fucking day.
“Nothing is ever promised,” she panted. “Sam—”
My cum coated her walls, triggering another orgasm for her. Her head slammed back against the door, and my woman fucking screamed as her walls milked my cock, drawing every bit of me inside of her that she could. Her little pussy was greedy for everything I could give her. And damn if I didn’t want to give her fucking everything. I’d live inside of her sweet body if I could.
I rested my head in the crook of her neck, pressing a tender kiss there. She softly moaned, her now bloody fingers sliding into my hair. “There’s something about you looking like a deranged, bloody monster that gets my blood pumping,” she panted.
I laughed softly, carrying her to the bathroom so I could clean both of us up. “You’re fucked up, baby girl.”