Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Danger excites her.
I really like the fact I just threatened her and she’s turned on enough to cry out again. I drop my head to watch her, enjoying the way her eyes go lazy and her expression gets sexier, more relaxed as she just rides out the pleasure.
Each stroke gets tighter as her orgasm hits her, causing her muscles to contract. Her pussy squeezing my cock in another iron-grip as she comes hard and cries out is the last of my restraint.
Holy. Shit.
My balls tighten as a searing shot of pleasure burns through my toes and up through my spine. I’ve never gotten off so fucking hard.
Best gift ever.
Dropping to her, I let my lips just barely miss hers. I’ve never been so tempted to kiss a girl as I am right now. The fact she’s scared and turned on is really messing with my head and my cock.
I refrain from the temptation and turn my head to the side instead of acting like an idiot who’s caught up in the moment.
“Ben isn’t your friend any longer,” I say against the pillow, feeling her stiffen beneath me. “Death Dealers don’t play with Hell Breathers. Or any other clubs for that matter. You’ll learn the rules as you go, but that’s the number one rule.”
I lean up to see her lower lip trembling. She’d better not have feelings for him. That could put a bigger kink in this whole situation. But that’s something I need to explore. The more we know about her, the better.
She nods her agreement, and I pull out of her, watching as she winces from the loss of the connection and a breath of air hisses between her teeth. As I grab my pants, I toss her the clothes she just picked out. If she doesn’t put something on, I’m going to keep fucking her all day. And I’ve got a plan to put into action.
“Get dressed and meet me downstairs in twenty minutes,” I tell her, watching her green eyes go wide.
I chuckle lightly while pulling on my jeans, bypassing my boxers just to drive her a little crazier.
“You can’t stay up here all the time.”
She swallows hard but nods. She’s almost being too compliant. That only makes me more suspicious of her.
“Twenty minutes. Not a minute before or a minute after.”
That’s demanding enough for her to argue the complexity of such a request. But instead, she looks at the clock and nods again.
Biting back the questions I’d like to ask, I turn and head out the door. If I ask too much too soon, I won’t find out a damn thing. I wish Pop would just let me blow Benny and his club all to hell. Then I could save myself from this very elaborate game.
Chapter 11
DREX
“Financial shit checks out,” Axle says as he walks in.
I glance up to the top of the stairs. It won’t be long until she comes down. Right now it’s just me and the top five. The other girls will be back shortly, since I sent them to go grab food while we talked.
“So her family suddenly inherited a bit of cash from the Hell Breathers?”
“Half a million,” he answers, and Sledge whistles low and loud.
“Thought we were the only ones hauling in enough cash to drop that much on something as pointless as this,” Sledge says while shaking his head.
Benny is apparently making more money than we thought if he can spend half a mill on a gift for us.
“No way this girl doesn’t have strings. I say we cut her loose now and deal with Benny,” Dash says, running a hand over the spiky blue tips of his short fauxhawk.
“Not happening. Pop doesn’t want to start a war. We could lose some of our allies, and we might gain more enemies. He wants proof Benny is up to something, so that when we start a war, no one thinks it’s a power struggle. It has to look like vengeance to keep anyone from getting antsy.”
They all nod, agreeing. Too many clubs would likely come after us if they thought we targeted Benny’s club and then obligated his crew to fight back. They’d be worried they were next, so that would mean Benny would be rewarded with more allies, and we’d gather more enemies.
Maybe that’s his game.
Not to mention all the damn street gangs that are in the outlying bigger cities who would get worried about us trying to take over and kill for power. The drug and gun trade is more lucrative than ever, but it’s also more dangerous than ever.
“So we keep the girl and find out what Benny is up to?” Mack asks, leaning forward.
I don’t like the look he’s giving the door to my room. He’s usually at Pop’s place, not here. He tends to forget to show me respect.