Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
But right now, it’s just me and the bloodied, beautiful man before me.
Smoke bites the inside of my thigh, then crawls up my body, lacing his fingers through my hair and yanking to expose my neck to him. He kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I feel a buzzing in my nipples and pussy. Awareness. Pleasure. Anticipation. His hard heat brushes up against my wet folds, and I buck up off the bed. My core painfully empty and clenching.
“Please,” I beg.
Smoke growls against my skin then pulls back for a moment to look me in the eyes and press a hard kiss to my mouth. A deep kiss. A kiss that both apologizes and makes no apologies. A kiss that makes me feel alive. Special.
I am loved by him in a way that no one else on the planet could ever love me.
He pulls back to hover over me, bracing himself on both sides of my head on the bed. His biceps and forearms flex with his every movement. His tattoos dance as he lowers himself down my body, lines his cock up with my already painfully ready pussy and pushes in with a groan that sounds like the love-child of love and lust.
I meet him stroke for hard stroke. Lifting my hips, pulling him closer. For a long time, we just stare in each other’s eyes until Smoke tries to speak.
“I… I want you to know,” he says, before growing frustrated and stopping.
“I know,” I tell him, feeling a tear fall down my cheek. “I know.”
Smoke picks up his pace, pounding into me harder and harder. Faster and faster. He’s giving me everything he’s got, and although he thinks it’s not much to me, it’s everything. He’s everything.
Smoke’s powerful. And I don’t just mean in his sculpted muscles. I mean powerful in mind. Spirit.
He may be a monster, but he’s my monster.
I feel the pressure mounting in my core and see the chords of Smoke’s neck pull tight. He’s close, and so am I.
So very close.
“You’re mine.” His nostrils flare as he picks up his pace, hammering hard into me until I see stars. “You’re mine,” he says louder, pushing even faster and harder, and I realize he’s trying to fuck those words into me.
“Yes,” I pant as my orgasm takes over and pushes through my body like a cannon shot. I’m writhing underneath him as pulse after pulse of pleasure like I’ve never felt explodes from my every nerve ending until I can see only white behind my eyes.
Smoke grunts, holding my hips in place while he pounds into me a few more times before roughly grabbing my face and forcing me to look him in the eye.
“Mine.” His voice falls to a whisper, and he closes his eyes. “Always mine.”
The orgasm continues to tear me apart limb from limb. I welcome it. Never in my life have I ever wanted so badly to be in pieces. I want to be scattered on the wind like ashes, so small and so many I can’t ever be put back together.
Smoke has both broken and healed me. I’m shattered, and I’m complete. I’m so in love, and I’m scared out of my fucking mind, but that won’t change what I must do.
It feels so good it hurts. I come with tears seeping from the corners of my eyes. I love him. The good, the bad, the violent, the brutal, and the bloody.
I love all of him.
Smoke’s face twists as I feel him explode inside of me in long wet hot spurts that fill me to the brim. I come again, squeezing around him until my vision is blurry, and all I see are stars and blood and smoke.
A few hours later, I wake to a knock at the door. Smoke doesn’t bother covering himself when he walks to the door, tight muscles of his ass and his huge half-hard cock on full display, much to Nine’s obvious displeasure.
“Cover your junk, and head upstairs. The boys want to have a talk,” Nine says.
Smoke snorts and stares him down.
“Fine, PLEASE Smoke will you come up the fucking stairs?”
Smoke shuts the door in his face. “I’ll be back, hellion,” he says with a quick kiss. He pauses, then ads, “I choose you.”
I’m smiling both on the inside and out. “And I choose you.”
He grins.
I sit up in bed and watch as he dresses quickly and heads out the door.
I wait only a few minutes, until I’m sure he’s upstairs, to get out of bed and throw on my clothes.
I place the USB drive Nine gave me on the pillow.
I ignore the crushing pain and agony taking over my body and mind. I feel like I’m dying, but what I must do is more important than how I feel.
I take a deep breath and sneak out the door.