Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not married.” I reach for her and she cringes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not going to hurt you.” What’s the deal with this one?
“You said you hate… well, frigid girls.” She whispers the word “frigid.” I pull back to look at her, truly look at her. She’s terrified. Her chin is held high, but her lip is quivering. Christ, she’s probably been used and discarded. I need to get up. I have a ton of things to take care of today.
“Eve? You need to talk to me. I basically bought you. You get it? I’m not going to force you. But you’re mine and we’ll be fucking. So, if you have some dark secret you want to tell me, fine. Otherwise be ready tonight.”
The door to my bedroom bangs as I swing my legs over and grab my smokes. I light one up. “In a minute,” I yell, and she jumps.
Standing up, I watch her eyes trail over my body closing when they come to my hard cock. For some reason, this pisses me off. No woman doesn’t want my cock. It’s fucking thick.
“Open your eyes, Angel.” I wrap a hand around it jerking it for her. Her eyes don’t blink as she watches my hand go up and down. Almost like she’s never seen a man do this before.
Her breath is harsh and her hands are fisting the white sheets.
I take a drag and allow the smoke to fill my lungs, my hand still jacking myself off.
“Give me your hand, baby.” It’s a command and it jerks her eyes to mine. She wets her lips and slowly gets to her knees moving toward me. My cock jerks in excitement at her obeying me. She might be a badass, but I’m going to train her to be my badass.
“Blade.” Her voice is raspy and her eyes show confusion. She’s like a scared virgin, and I don’t have time for this. Taking one more drag, I lean over and snub the cancer stick out, then grab her hand and place it on my dick. She jumps at the first contact, her breaths coming in small and short. Gently I guide her hand up and down my thick cock, which grows even longer and thicker as she takes over and does it by herself.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. See how good you’re making me feel?” Her blue eyes pop up to mine as if she’s not used to compliments. I take her other hand and bring her index finger to my mouth. “You keep stroking my cock and I’ll suck on this.”
She cocks her head and her golden waterfall of hair falls over her shoulder as her eyes fall to her hand jerking me off. Then I hear her moan as my tongue and teeth suck and swirl on her finger. “Look at me, Angel.” Her eyes blink to mine. She obeys so perfectly and for one split moment, I see my future. She must see or feel it too because she hisses and pulls her finger out and her hand away.
“Who hurt you?” My voice is harsh as I breathe through my nose trying not to throw her on the bed and fuck her. “I need to know this before we begin.”
She slowly shakes her head. “Everyone. No one. At least not what you’re thinking.”
There’s pounding on my door again. “Prez… I know you’re busy but you’re twenty minutes late,” Ryder’s voice booms.
“I’m coming.” My eyes never leave her face. I see the relief that I’m not going to touch her. Her whole body slumps back. I don’t need this shit. Clearly she’s got sexual issues.
I pull on my jeans and a black T-shirt.
“I’ll have one of the old ladies come by and take you shopping. Get your hair done, nails, buy a bunch of clothes. You’re not leaving, so get a variety of things.”
She nods as I pull on my black biker boots. “And Eve?” She looks at me.
“Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you. Prepare for it.”
I pull out my wallet and count out a couple grand. “Here. This will get you started.” She takes it. Again, her eyes are huge like she’s never seen or held that much money. I don’t know, but I’m late as fuck, so I’ll have to psychoanalyze her later. Raking my hand through my hair, I brush my teeth and take a piss before I open the door to a smiling Ryder.
“Christ.” Walking past him, I slam the door and take the steps two at a time. Ryder’s large frame is right behind me.
“I had a dream, Prez.”
I march toward the far room where we hold our meetings.
“Good for you, man.” I know what kind of dream he’s talking about. Ryder dreams shit that strangely seems to come true. For years we gave him grief about it. Until he actually dreamed that the wife of one of our brothers had breast cancer. It turns out she did, and he saved her life. After that we still tease him, but when he says he had one of his dreams we all listen.