Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
The man is wicked.
Purely wicked.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Fury.”
The orgasm that consumes me is out of this world, and I know as soon as Fury rises to his feet that it was only just the beginning. Reaching for my hair, he tangles his fingers into it and jerks my head back, pressing his mouth over my neck and licking the droplets of water that fall down from the slow shower stream behind me. He grazes my flesh with his teeth, hinting that he could bite into me at any moment, and I’m wound up just waiting for him to.
“Stop teasing me,” I moan, running my fingernails down his back, making him flinch.
His growl radiates against my flesh as he finally bites down, making me moan. Moving down, he bites another piece of my flesh, going forward until his mouth captures my nipple. Carefully, he rolls it between his teeth, and my whimpers of pleasure spur him on. He bites down, hard enough for a sharp hiss to leave my lips, and I reach for his hair, tugging on it.
Bringing him back up to my mouth, I kiss him furiously, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him as close as I can. Reaching for my leg, he lifts it up using one arm so that his cock is at my entrance. I want him to fuck me, hard and deep, quick and wild. It’s the only thing that can make everything else in this world fade away right now.
“I’m goin’ to fuck your tight little cunt until my name breaks on your lips.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I whimper against his lips as he slowly pushes upward.
His cock is hard and ready; it stretches and fills me as he drives it deep into my waiting flesh. My fingernails claw at his shoulders and my head drops back as pleasure shoots through me. Fury drags his mouth up my throat, licking and sucking as he fucks me with such precision, it should be illegal. The things he’s doing to my body should be illegal.
“Bite me again,” I plead, as his pace quickens and he drives his cock so deep sharp pain shoots through my body, only increasing my pleasure. “Make me bleed.”
“Filthy,” he growls, licking my neck, “dirty girl.”
He bites down, and my screams echo through the shower as blood mixes with the water, washing down the drain. Fury leans back, still dragging his cock in and out, and I can see blood on his lips as he reaches up with his thumb, carefully swiping it away. Him, looking like that, completely unhinged and feral, has an orgasm exploding deep within me. I cry out his name as he licks those lips, taking the last of me into his mouth.
It's mind blowing.
Fury keeps fucking me until he finds his own release. With a ragged growl and a pulsing cock, he cums inside me. I grind my hips, milking him of every last drop, before slowly dropping my leg back to the ground. Fury steps forward, pushing my back against the cool tiled wall where he presses against me, every hard inch of his flesh molding with mine. He reaches up, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb as he murmurs, “You’re mine now. Nothin’ hurts what’s mine.”
His words send shivers up my spine.
But in a good way.
Oh, yes, a very good way.
“What makes me different to the many other girls who have been right where I am?” I ask, reaching for his chest and stroking my finger over his beautiful tattoos.
“Wish I had that answer, but I don’t. I just know you are. I feel it every single time we’re in the same room. You’re fuckin’ captivating.”
Heart pounding against my chest, I offer him a small smile. “I’ll take it.”
“We’re goin’ to bring him down, golden eyes, and when we do, you’ll be free for me to show you what the world can really offer you.”
I can’t say I ever considered myself being part of a biker club—I’m still not one hundred percent sure I am okay with it—but I do know something ... this club, they look out for one another. It’s the kind of protection and relationship that a person could only dream of. One thing I have figured out over the last few months is that it doesn’t take a criminal to be a monster, a normal man can be far worse.
Plus, with Fury comes Hope, and that’s an added bonus.
“Where is Hope?” I ask, wondering where she was while the girls and Fury were helping me.
“She is with one of the old ladies. There are a few older members, and their wives fuckin’ love her. She adores ‘em, so I let her stay there sometimes. They spoil the shit out of her.”
I laugh. “I just bet they do. Why do you call them old ladies, though?”