Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
He reaches down and brushes my hair away from my face. And then he kisses me. It’s soft and tentative, like he’s testing something. I kiss him too and dig my fingers into his back. He’s making me feel crazy. Deranged. Like I can’t remember why I’m doing any of this and who he really is.
He groans and murmurs something unintelligible against my lips. His hands are skating over my body, stroking my breasts while he grinds his erection against me. I make a sound in my throat, and he tenses above me. The softness of his lips bleeds away as he kisses me hard. And then he snags my lip between his teeth and jerks.
I barely have time to understand what’s happening. His eyes flash and he flips me over and pins me down on the bed. He crawls up and straddles the back of my upper thighs, his hand twining in my hair and pushing my face down against the pillow.
“What the fuck are ye doing?” he snarls.
I don’t answer because I’m pretty certain this is a rhetorical question. He’s just as confused as I am about this thing between us. He can’t make sense of it, and he doesn’t want it either. But his hard cock wedged against my ass cheeks lets me know he wants me just fine.
His grip tightens on my hair and then he sinks inside of me from behind.
“I didn’t want this.” He grabs a handful of my ass cheek and squeezes.
“I know,” I whisper.
He fucks me hard and fast, his palms pushing my shoulders down as his hips crash into my ass.
“Goddamn you, Mack,” he grunts. “Ye’re fucking everything up.”
I take it. I take his punishment, and what’s more, I like it. I’m glad that he’s just as fucked up in the head as I feel. It makes my conscience feel better about this whole situation.
“You fucked everything up!” I yell back at him.
His lips come down to the back of my neck, sucking and biting their way to my ear.
“Nobody else gets this,” he whispers threateningly. “You gave it to me, Mack. It’s mine. Do ye understand that?”
He jerks on my hair and I grunt. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“Yeah, fuck me,” he echoes. “You’ll be in my bed every night, sweetheart. Riding my cock, taking my come. This body is mine now. Am I making myself clear enough?”
In answer, I come all over him again. He buries his face in my hair and jerks inside of me, emptying himself with a groan. And then he collapses against me, his body heavy and slicked with sweat.
I don’t move or try to fight him, even though I’m still uncomfortable. My discomfort is only outweighed by the thoughts racing through my mind. His words. His breathing calms and he kisses my throat. This time there’s nothing rough about it. The man is fucking Bipolar, I swear.
He rolls onto his side but keeps his arm thrown over my waist. I move into a more comfortable position and meet his eyes.
“A goddamn virgin,” he mutters. “Tell me how that’s possible, Mack.”
I shrug and tear my eyes away. “Never found anyone I wanted to give it to.”
Lachlan grabs my face and turns my attention back to him, his voice soft when he speaks. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says earnestly. “For giving it to me.”
I clear my throat and give him a shaky smile as I retreat back into my shell. “So what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Today.” His face darkens. “Ye’re coming back to the club with me. Where I can keep an eye on ye.”
***
Turns out the little stunt I pulled with Conor actually worked out in my favor. Since Lachlan had to send Ronan off on some sort of mission, there isn’t anyone else he trusts to leave alone with me.
So tonight I’m back at the club, doing inventory. I highly suspect Lachlan could give two shits about how much stock he has, but it’s something to keep me busy. I’m not going to complain, because it puts me exactly where I need to be. I can keep an eye on the Russians, and Donny too. Now that Sasha has told me he was hanging around Talia, I have something else to go on besides just my dislike of the guy.
The problem is, he’s not anywhere to be found tonight. And surprisingly, I haven’t actually seen him at the club a whole lot since I’ve been here. I suspect he only stops by out of necessity or when it suits him, which means I need eyes on him elsewhere. That could present a problem since I know Lachlan’s going to be watching me like a hawk now.
Halfway through my shift, I decide to go check on Sasha. I feel bad with how I left things last time, and I want to make sure she’s alright. But when I wander into the dressing room and find her with a split lip and a bruise around her neck, I see red.
“What the hell happened to you, Sash?” I demand.
Her eyes dart around the room before she glances back at me pleadingly. I slam my lips together and gesture down the hall, away from the prying ears. Once we’re at a safe distance, I cross my arms and rake my eyes over her body. She’s practically shaking with fear, and it pisses me the hell off. Trying for a gentler tone, I ask her again.
“Did Donny do this to you?”
She bites her lip and stares at the floor. Answer enough. Jesus, where the hell is Ronan when you need him?
“Let me tell Lachlan,” I plead with her. “He’ll put a stop to this once and for all, Sash.”
The venom that spews from her mouth when she laughs shocks me. “No he fucking won’t,” she snaps. “You don’t get how things work, Mack. Donny is one of their own. We’re the outsiders here. Lachlan won’t say or do anything that will make it any better.”
“I don’t believe that,” I say weakly.