Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I want him now more than I’ve ever wanted him.
I’m sure I’m not thinking clearly.
“Told you once, I don’t like it when you disappear on me. You got somethin’ to say to me, Amalie, you fuckin’ well say it to me. You do not hide. Because I will always find you. Do not doubt it.”
God.
I want him.
So bad.
“I’m goin’ to talk now. You had your say in that club. Now I’m havin’ mine. If you choose not to let me, I will gag you, bind you, and still have it anyway. Don’t tempt me. Would turn me on greatly to put my hand on your pretty ass for disobeyin’ me.”
I swallow.
Heat pools between my legs.
I’m not afraid of this man.
I’m in love with this man.
“Now,” he continues, and I’m just sitting here, staring at him, considering my next move, “sorry you saw what you saw in that club earlier. I mean the girl on my lap. Two things. First, I read your story wrong, I thought you had done somethin’ you clearly hadn’t. I was wrong. Won’t say it again. Second, not interested in that girl. Not now. Not ever. I’m with you, I’m with you, that’s how it goes. I’ll never put my eyes or hands on another. You can be assured of that.”
I need him.
The heat exploding inside me is enough to make me want to squirm on this bed to relieve some of the pressure.
“As for what you saw in that shed. That’s my life. Sorry you had to see it, didn’t want you to see that side to me, but it is a side, Amalie. It is a part of my life. Someone hurts my club, or my family, I will light a fuckin’ path of fire until I find them. That man was scum. He was also on my path to findin’ who hurt you, who hurt Scarlett, so I lit the mother fucker up. You might not like it, but know this, when it comes to my club, and you, I will do anythin’ to protect it. Anythin’, includin’ putting a bullet in someone. If you can’t handle that, then—”
I don’t let him speak anymore.
I stand, and I run at him. I run. When I reach him, I throw myself at him and he catches me at the last minute, back slamming against the wall. I take his face in both of my hands, and I see him, I really see him. He’s the most dangerous man I’ll ever meet, but he’s also the one who will love me harder than anything else in this world, and that’s just fine with me. I slam my lips down on his, and I kiss him as hard as I can, so hard my lips burn and my tongue scratches against his teeth.
I don’t care.
I want him, and he needs to know it. He needs to feel it.
I pull back, panting, and whisper, “I love you, Malakai. All the parts of you. Even the parts that light fires. Mostly the parts that light fires.”
He grins like a crazed animal and spins me around slamming my back against the wall. Our movements are frantic after that. He jerks my dress up and tears, literally tears, my panties off. My hands go between us and fumble with his belt and jeans, all the while our mouths are hungrily attacking each other. I free him and he lowers me down without permission, without apology, and drives up into me.
I gasp, he nips at my bottom lip, and then he starts thrusting. Hard and deep, slamming into me with a force I’ve never felt. And it feels incredible. My fingers go up, and I tangle them into his dark mane of hair, tugging and pulling as an incredible pleasure builds deep in my body. I can feel his vibrations through my skin, traveling right into my body. One of his hands slides down, and he grabs hold of my ass, hanging on tight as he keeps pumping into me.
I’ve never been taken like this.
And I love it.
It brings out something wild in me. Something I didn’t even know I had hidden inside.
It makes me want to be bad.
But only for him.
“Fuck me harder,” I cry out, and his eyes fly up to mine, shock and surprise filling them.
“Say that again,” he growls, baring his teeth. “God dammit, let me hear those words again.”
“Fuck me harder, Malakai. Please.”
He grins again, wild, and then he does as I ask.
He fucks me harder.
Over and over, until we both cry out from the pleasure.
Then I drop my head into his shoulder, panting, and he just holds me there. For a few minutes, he hangs onto me, like he knows how badly I need it.
Then slowly, he releases me and takes my hand, looking into my eyes, and with a wicked grin, he says, “Time for round two. Shower.”