Wretched Love (Sons of Templar MC – New Mexico #1) Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sons of Templar MC - New Mexico Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
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Swiss shook his head. “Not a test, Countess. Furthest thing from it. Just wanted you to discover yourself. Didn’t want you to be afraid of standin’ up to me. Wanted you to know that you steer this ship.”

He threw me on the bed.

Though I itched to fight him more, he was illuminated by the jade lamp on my nightstand. His chest appeared to be carved from marble, even more defined than the last time I saw it, if that were possible. Black hair teased the open buttons of his jeans, where his hard cock was straining against the fabric.

“And I swear to fuck, I near ripped this house apart when I came home and saw you used this without me.” The drawer of my nightstand rattled as he opened and closed it.

My eyes widened as they took in the vibrator he was gripping.

“Yeah, baby,” he murmured. “You used this without me, you naughty little slut.”

My blood pumped at his words, they lit me on fire.

“I’d be mad at you for that,” he inspected the pink vibrator, then his eyes found mine, “if it wasn’t so fuckin’ hot.”

Yeah, him holding a bright pink vibrator, shirtless, was somehow really, really fucking hot.

“Was it the first time you’d used one of these?” he asked.

I nodded slowly, my mouth too dry to speak.

Swiss let out a low hiss. “Drives me mad I wasn’t there to see that.” His eyes ran over me hungrily, but there was something softer too, more reverent. “But I think it was somethin’ you needed to do alone.”

My vision blurred for a moment, reacting to the feeling in his tone, the knowing.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his tone familiar. Darker now.

My body obeyed automatically as my heart beat furiously.

Swiss’s eyes flared as he stared in between my legs, my panties still on.

A low buzz was the only sound in the room as he turned on the vibrator. Instead of moving toward me, he surprised me by turning and grasping the chair at the end of the bed, lifting it and positioning it right beside the bed.

He sat in the chair, legs splayed.

“Show me,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. The hand holding the vibrator was outstretched. “Show me how you made yourself come.”

My hand was shaking when I took the vibrator from him. My entire body was crying out for release already, but a small part of me was shy, fearful of doing something like this—something I’d just learned to do—with an audience.

Even when that audience was Swiss, a man I trusted with my life.

Especially when that audience was Swiss.

His attention was intent on me, so he instantly clocked my hesitation.

“Kate.”

My name was a command.

My thighs quivered as my eyes found his.

“Show me how fuckin’ powerful you are.”

The words caressed my sensitive skin, they brushed away any and all insecurities, they forced my focus on the moment. On him. On how long it had been since his eyes had been on me that way. Since his mouth had been on me. Since he’d been inside me.

Without fully realizing—thinking about that, about him—I had moved the vibrator in between my legs, my back arching as I placed it exactly where I needed it.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ come yet,” Swiss growled.

As if he’d seen that I was seconds away from exploding. My body was so primed that I’d been ready to explode the second I placed the vibrator on my clit. And now he was telling me to hold it all together. To stop myself from releasing all of the pent-up energy that had been simmering inside of me.

As if he could command such a thing.

But my body obeyed, my hand lifting the vibrator off the most sensitive area, hovering it around, prolonging that sacred and maddening stretch of time on the edge of climax.

I squeezed my eyes closed, wrestling with myself. With my hunger.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes, Countess.”

My eyes snapped back open.

Swiss had his hands around his cock, not pumping furiously as his tone might’ve suggested but stroking slowly. His eyes were glued to me.

My legs splayed open wider, and my free hand found the comforter, clenching it in my fist. Seeing Swiss touch himself like that while staring at me like that… There were no words.

“I can’t…” I couldn’t get the rest of the words out, my body was using every ounce of its energy to hold on to the side of the cliff, waiting for approval from Swiss.

“You waitin’ for my permission to come, Kate?”

I nodded furiously, unable to speak.

“You don’t need it,” he bit out. “You’re powerful. You’re in charge here. I want you to choose the moment.”

I bit my lip in frustration for a moment before I seized control. Before I found, in my foggy, half wild mind, what I actually wanted.

The vibrator landed on the bed, and Swiss’s eyes flared in surprise.


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