Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Who ambushed them?” I interrogate, this is the most I have ever gotten out of him.
“A club called Hysteria from Kentucky.”
“Kentucky? That's a long way from here. Did you guys go after them?”
“Yes, but actually, the same thing happened to them two weeks after our club was targeted. It was worse though, because whoever it was hit them below the belt. When we arrived, their club was destroyed. Main clubhouse was burnt to the ground. Bullet holes covered the metal siding of the garages, bikes were turned over, some of them had been beaten with sledgehammers destroying them, blood splatter covered the ground. It was a war zone. There was nothing left to retaliate against, the property was destroyed, three members were killed, ten injured. These orders are coming from higher up and that is what we are trying to track down. No honor among thieves, Kitten, everyone is either tight-lipped, lying, or dead. You can't go in guns blazing unless you’re sure. If you hit the wrong people, it gives your true target warning you are coming, thus giving them time to strike first.”
“What about your father?”
“What about him?” he shrugs, then he continues. “My real dad is dead to me. The way he abused women made me sick. My step-father is the one that taught me about BDSM. There is a difference of what he was doing compared to my real father. BDSM is about control, respect, and trust. He and my mother still live in the mansion and run the club. Running a BDSM club is not what I want to do, and they both know and respect that, but I do go up there a couple of times of year and check on things.” Hearing him say that makes me understand why I enjoy his control over me, I feel closer and safe. There’s trust.
“What did you and Flynn do for the government?”
“Okay, that’s enough questioning.” He tenses, the vein in his neck protruding.
“Were you ever found out or hurt?” I press.
“Yes, several times,” he says, pointing to several scars on his body. A couple look like long jagged lines from a knife, and a couple of others are rounder like from a bullet. “I was taken prisoner in Turkey once. Of course, the government could not admit to the knowledge of my doings, but Flynn formed a specially trained team, stormed the compound, and got me out, took two bullets doing it.”
“Shit, Avengers,” I whisper.
“What?” His blue eyes look at me with confusion.
“Uh...nothing. This was really good, but I am stuffed,” I reply, looking at the little bit of food left on the plate.
He looks at it and must be pleased because he takes the tray and heads out of the room. Getting up, I wrap the sheet around me and head to the living room. Shit, my phones and clothes are downstairs.
“What are you doing?” Linc growls, coming up behind me, making me jump.
“Nothing, I just forgot I don't have my phones or clothes here.” I laugh nervously, turning to face him.
“No, you don't,” he says smiling, leaning down to kiss me. The kiss becomes passionate, and I let go of the sheet I have wrapped around me to reach up and rub my hands over the perfect sculpted muscles of his chest. “Fuck, Kitten, you’re gonna kill me.” His voice is laced with an animalistic appetite as he looks down my naked body.
The sheet now pooled at my feet, he picks me up and carries me back to the bedroom, tossing me on the bed with a soft bounce. He quickly strips off his boxers, his erection already well on its way. He opens and reaches into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and I hear a wet, squirting sound, then the drawer closes with a thud. Turning back to me, he is stroking his now fully erect cock. “Scoot back on the bed and put your knees up, Kitten,” he orders. I do as I'm told, and he climbs up on the bed, in between my legs, he runs his hand down his cock collecting the excess lube in his other hand. Then reaching between my legs, he rubs it around my opening then pushes it inside me using his finger. He continues circling his finger inside me, spreading the lube around my walls, as he strokes his cock with his free hand. With the thumb of the hand he has between my legs he circles my clit, making the rolling sensations build.
“Touch your nipples, Kitten, play with them like I do.” I do as he says. Grabbing my nipples with my hands, I twist and pull them and watch as his eyes change from eager excitement to lust. My hips start to move and thrust, and he lets out a groan. I feel him push against my entrance; it hurts but I don't want to show any signs of pain because I know he will stop. I throw my head to the side, trying to hide it under the comforter piled next to us and shut my eyes to keep him from being able to read anything I might give away unintentionally. “Kitten!” he yells. I shoot my head back toward him and open my eyes, looking at him. “I know what you’re doing. Keep your face where I can see it.” I nod and keep my face visible. God, how does he always know what I’m thinking. He thrusts slowly into me, stopping and starting as my walls slowly spread for him. He grabs my hips and rolls us over onto our sides and scissors my legs between his thighs. He holds my head in his hands and kisses and nips my lips as he thrusts in and out of me, every time it becomes less and less painful. I can feel myself build, my mind going numb, I can't even remember how to kiss. My hands grab his back, my nails digging into his muscles as he pumps harder and harder. I arch my back and he takes my nipple in his mouth. He sucks and then nips it with his teeth, alternating the pattern, nip, suck, suck, nip, then suck again. The torturous pleasure brings me closer and closer. “Jesus, Kitten, I don't want this to end, you feel so fucking good. I can't wait till I can get all of my cock in you.” His words sober me, I feel inadequate. The three blondes, all the submissives, all better at this, all better at pleasing him, being able to take him the way he needs. “What the fuck are you thinking about?” I hear him growl. I hadn't even noticed he had stopped.