Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“All of this. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to get taken. I wasn’t thinking. I was walking, enjoying the day, and then I heard something. The kitten,” she said, gasping.
“Kitten?”
“Can we go and make sure it’s okay?”
“You want to go and save a kitten?”
“I don’t know if it’s there, but I did hear it. Please?” she asked.
He couldn’t deny her anything. This was one of the reasons he could never give her up. The woman had been taken from him, beaten, and yet she still wanted to go and rescue a damn kitten.
Chapter Eight
Beth twirled her damp hair up into a makeshift bun then tried to examine her neck in the bathroom mirror. She ran her hand across the steamy glass to get a better look. The bruises were practically gone, only a faint reminder of her run-in with Forge’s enemies. She never wanted to remember that day. Not because of the physical abuse, but for the emotional trip they’d put her through. It took a lot of hard convincing by Forge for her to snap out of her doldrums.
He’d been gone most of the day, taking care of important business with Dog and Hound. She never asked too many questions, but she knew when things were serious. The tension in the air before they left had her worried—until now. The collective roar of motorcycle engines filled the air, and her heart began to race in excitement. Knowing Forge was home sent a thrill cascading through her body. She took a deep breath and quickly threw on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.
Beth rushed over to the window and looked down as the bikes pulled in, dispersing to the left and right after entering the gates. She scanned the men for Forge. As soon as he dismounted his bike and reached up to run a hand through his hair, she knew it was him before she even saw his face. His shoulders were impossibly broad. His height, his thick dark hair, and the way he carried himself with confidence left no room for denial. It was Forge.
As if sensing her watching, he turned slightly, looked up, and winked. Her heart melted. Attention from Forge was addicting. He was the most sought-after male in the club, the prez … and he wanted only her. She wasn’t sure why, but she wasn’t going to complain.
It felt like hours before he finally turned the handle of the bedroom, but she knew it was much less. She held her breath.
“You showered?”
His deep voice made her body alight with desire. She’d been thinking of him all day.
Beth nodded.
“Come here.”
She swallowed hard and stepped closer to him. He was covered in black leather, each move of his arm making a comforting creak. He pulled the elastic free from her bun, allowing the damp hair to roll down her back.
“I’ve been thinking of you today,” he said, his attempt at a whisper, but the gruff baritone still made her pussy tingle.
“I was worried.”
He smirked. “You never have to worry about me, baby girl. I’m invincible.”
Forge reached a hand under each of her arms and hoisted her up into the air as if she only weighed fifty pounds. He spun her around, slowly, deliberately, not breaking eye contact. By the time he set her down on the low dresser, her heart was racing.
“Were there any problems? You took Dog and Hound.” He rarely went out with both his top men. She knew his outing had something to do with the assholes who’d hurt her.
“That’s exactly why everything went exactly as I planned. I don’t like mistakes. And I don’t like any man’s hands on you,” he said. “The only one allowed to touch you is me. Understand?”
“It wasn’t my fault—”
He placed a finger to her lips to silence her. “That’s not what I meant.” He ran the backs of his fingers over the swell of her breast, making her nipple instantly pebble. “I’m talking about this body. You’re all mine. The only man to taste you, fuck you, breed you is me.”
Her mouth felt dry.
His hard body pressed between her legs. The roughness of his jeans rubbed against her thin cotton shorts. Her throbbing pussy overwhelmed her with need, and she tried not to gasp aloud as the erotic waves washed over her.
“Say it, Beth. Tell me you’re mine. Not because I bought you, but because it’s what you want.” He used a curled finger to tilt her chin up. His dark eyes were intense, no hint of playfulness. “Don’t lie to me. I need the truth.”
He smelled like all man, musky and delicious.
She’d been holding back since the day her father brought her to the club. It was fear keeping her from opening up. Fear of rejection. Fear of being alone. It was no way to live. Beth had to put it all out there.