Sweet Conviction (Bad Boys of Music Row #2) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Music Row Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
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And no matter how hard I try, I can't outrun the little voice in the back of my head that whispers it was my fault. That I fucking willed it into existence when I told my parents I wished they were dead. I had no control over that fucking plane, but I tempted fate, screamed defiance at the goddamn gods…and I lost.

I just want to be free of it. I want Tempest and a future that isn't the same fucking thing as the last twenty-one years. But I'm starting to wonder if that's even possible. Maybe I'm too fucked up, too broken, to ever escape. Maybe shutting it the fuck off and refusing to let anyone in was exactly the right choice.

I don't fucking know. All I know is that it doesn't feel right. Loving her feels right. Holding her, kissing her, giving her every piece of me—that feels right.

I'm trying like hell to find my way out of the guilt that's eaten away at me for so fucking long—to be worthy of her. But goddamn, it's hard.

Half an hour later, I stride down the hall toward her hotel room, my mind a tangled mess, my emotions raw. I can't fucking think through the roar. I just want to shut it off and get lost in my wife.

I shove the key card into the lock and push open the door, my pulse pounding with the need clawing through my veins.

She looks up at me with those big, amber eyes, smiling like I hung the moon, and my fucking cock throbs.

"Hey, handsome." She practically launches herself into my arms, looping her arms around my neck. Her mouth lands against mine, her kiss soft and sweet.

Fuck, she's so beautiful it hurts. I want her so badly it's a physical ache. Her hands prowl across my body as she nuzzles into my throat, kissing and biting like she can' help herself. And fucking Christ, I want to push her up against the door and fuck her raw.

But I can't, not like this, not when I'm so fucked up in the head.

"Tempest, stop," I growl, my voice harsher than I intended as I try to contain her.

Her smile falters, hurt flashing in her eyes before she blinks it away. She drops back down to flat feet, her arms slipping from around me.

Goddamn it, I'm such a fucking asshole.

"Christ, I'm sorry," I rasp, shoving a hand through my hair, trying to get my shit together. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm an asshole."

She glances up at me. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. It's definitely not fucking okay."

Her gaze shifts across my face. "What's wrong, Dalton?"

"My grandfather came to see me," I mutter, grimacing. "He's got my head all fucked up, and I'm afraid if I touch you right now…"

"What? You're afraid of what?" she asks softly.

I blow out a breath, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "That I'll hurt you," I admit. Just saying the fucking words makes me want to howl in fury. But they're true. I'm so fucking angry right now, and I don't want to fuck her because I'm pissed. When I'm in her, it shouldn't be about anything but me and her.

She stares at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. And then her eyes narrow on me. Fuck. Now, she thinks I'm an asshole who can't even control himself enough not to hurt her, and she's mad as hell about it.

She stalks toward me, all sexy curves, golden brown skin, and barely contained fury. Before I can say anything, she shoves me up against the wall, her hands fisting in my shirt.

"Don't treat me like a breakable little girl, Dalton," she snaps, fire blazing in her eyes. "If you don't want me, say that. But don't tell me you're afraid you'll hurt me. It's bullshit."

Bullshit? Jesus. She thinks I'm lying to her? That I don't want her?

Oh, hell no.

I spin us around so she's pinned against the wall, trapped between it and my body. I wedge my thigh between her legs, pressing against her hot little cunt.

"You think I don't want you?" I growl, nipping at her jaw. "Take my fucking cock out, Tempest. See for yourself how hard I am for you; how desperate I am for any piece of you I can get."

I drag my lips down her throat, feeling her pulse thrumming wildly beneath my tongue. "Every minute of the day, I think about you—fucking you, consuming you, pounding into you so deep no one else ever even exists to you."

"Then do it," she breathes, slipping her hand between our bodies to grab my cock. She squeezes me through my slacks like she fucking owns me. "Consume me, Dalton. Ruin me. But don't you dare tell me that you're afraid you'll hurt me. I know you, and you aren't capable of that."


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