Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Oh yes the fuck it is,” I say and take a step toward her.
“What?” she asks, and I can see in her eyes she knows tonight ain’t over yet.
I swear in my head I hear an announcer shouting, “Round two.”
“I said this shit ain’t fucking over with.”
“What?” she says with a bit of a growl. She’s pissed and probably has a buzz that’s wearin’ off.
“I said we ain’t done here.” I move toward her again, yanking my kutte off and tossing it onto the chair near the bed.
“Oh yes the fuck we are,” Allie says while trying to walk past me like she’s the fucking boss here.
Snatching her arm, I yank her back to me. “Nope.”
“Let me go, Coy.”
“No, you had your little fucking say, it’s my turn,” I snarl and yank her close to me.
“What the fuck!” she snarls at me.
Looking down into her eyes, I say, “You get all fucking hurt cause I fucked a couple of chicks to relieve the pressure.”
“They were my high school friends!”
“You got fucking married!” I scream.
There, I’ve finally let the fucking monster out of me.
Her head snaps back as if I slapped her. “I didn’t fucking remember you!”
Grabbing a fist full of hair, I snarl, “Well, baby, you’re going to now.”
“You’re fucking delusional! I’m so not—”
My lips crash into her soft plump ones so damn fast I don’t even let her finish. No, I’m done with her tryin’ to fucking dominate my ass.
Pressing hard against her, I hold her hair tight. She grunts and tries to punch me in the stomach. She’s gonna fight tonight, and that’s good. The harder she fights me, the fucking better it’s gonna be, for both of us.
Pulling away from her unwilling lips, I grin down at her. “Baby, I’m going to…”
A resounding slap can be heard in the room before I even feel that she hit me.
“Asshole!” she yells at me.
Rubbing my chin, I smile. “Baby, the more you fight the harder you make me.”
Shaking her head as much as she can with me holding her hair tight, she says, “You’re fucking crazy.”
Fuck words and talkin’. I ain’t got any more witty fucking comebacks. I’m done with fuckin’ around, she wanted to hurt me, and she did.
Grabbing her waist, I pull her tight and press my lips to her neck. Latching on firmly, I start licking and biting.
She’s not having it just yet, at least not fucking mentally. Her mouth keeps fucking running on and on as I let my hand slide from her hip to her breast still encased in that lacey bra under her tank top.
Her mouth can say whatever the fuck it wants. I ain’t listening to it anymore tonight. Tonight, I’m taking her body fully. She needs to understand I fully fucking own her now.
Only one way to do that.
Pushing her toward the bed, she keeps bitching and tryin’ to shove me away.
Not happenin’.
Reaching between our bodies, I grab at her tank top and start trying to yank it up. I get it past her stomach before she pushes it back down.
“Coy, stop it right now!” Allie says.
Sighing loudly as I stop to look her in the eyes, I shake my head. Then I grab the knife that hangs right beside the gun holster on my leather belt.
Pulling it out of the case, I snap it open in front of her wide eyes.
“Coy…” she whispers.
Shaking my head at her, I grab her tank top and run my blade right up it. The fabric being sliced sounds so loud in the room I can hear it over her heavy breathing. Or maybe it’s my heavy breathing.
Either way, one of us is panting.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she whisper-chants at me as the blade is snapped closed then shoved back into its sheath.
Looking into her eyes, I reach between her heaving tits and grab the bra. There’s a little clasp there. That’s handy, but fuck being nice about it.
Yanking at the clasp, I feel it snap in my hands and fall apart.
I guess lace don’t hold up too well against a pissed off biker.
“What are you doing?!” she squeaks again.
And I swear to god, hearing her squeak at me is as sexy as when she groans, moans, and hits me. All of it gets me fucking ragingly hard.
“Taking what’s mine,” I say with a grin before grabbing her hands and pulling them behind her back.
“How the hell am I supposed to go home without a bra and shirt, asshole?” she sneers at me.
“That’s why I didn’t slice the vest off you,” I say and push my lips hard against hers.
Right now, gentleness is a thing of the past.
She tries to pull away, but I don’t even bother letting her feel like she’s got a choice anymore. I shove my tongue past her protesting lips and start forcing hers to move across my own. It’s fucking important she kisses back because as soon as she does, she’s going to become more compliant.