Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
I spun around, angry tears glassing my eyes. “I’ll never be in your debt. Never!” Temper shot up my spine. “You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” Placing an elbow on the chair, he cupped his chin and ran a single finger over his bottom lip. “Now strip.”
“I don’t owe you anything.”
He waved at my body. “Won’t ask again.”
I backed up until the hooks pressed into my shoulder blades. “I could refuse. You can’t make me.”
He smiled slowly. “You could refuse. But then you’d get no clothes.”
“I could walk around naked. I can imagine that would be rather inconvenient to you—your so-called brothers at the compound wouldn’t do too well with double standards. What’s it going to be? Letting me have my dignity, or letting your brothers see me naked?”
I didn’t care my reasoning was rash and lacking common sense. I was done being cooperative.
His entire body vibrated with tension.
My voice dropped to a husky whisper. “The men who fought against you will want what you have. They’ll see me by your side and imagine fucking me. Taking me. Owning me. You’ll have to—”
“Shut up!” The seat squeaked as he exploded upright.
“Don’t hate me for pointing out facts.”
His muscles twitched. “You’re taunting me.” He scowled. “You really are fearless.”
“Not fearless. Just strong enough to know when to fight. You’ve forgotten that.”
“I’ve forgotten nothing.” His green eyes swirled with smoke, full of pain and torture. “I forget nothing.”
“Let me go,” I murmured. “This was a mistake. Give me the answers I know you’re hiding and let me walk out the door here and now. I won’t press charges. You’ll never have to see or hear from me again.”
Kill shook his head, gaze narrowing in suspicion. “What did you mean about double standards?”
The rules of the Club.
No getting caught.
No using the merchandise.
And, above all else, no going against family.
You broke the last rule. You and him. You were both to blame.
I stumbled forward as the flashback ended.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered. How did I know that? I didn’t come from this life. You don’t believe that. I’d hated Kill’s bike when I’d seen it because it reminded me of something I couldn’t remember. Once upon a time, I’d been immersed in this life. This biker world of hard-edged justice and danger.
Kill didn’t move. “What? What did you remember?”
There was no reason to hide it—no point ignoring the power the memory gave me.
I whispered, “Double standards. The rules of a Club. No getting caught. No using the merchandise. And, above all else, no going against family.”
He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me with violent fingers. “Where did you hear that?” He vibrated with anger. “Who the fuck are you?” he roared.
My head bounced on my shoulders. “I don’t know!” I cried. Winds, and the harsh whoosh of flames exploded in my ears, building and building until a cacophony existed inside my head. “I don’t know!”
Kill spun me around, slamming me against the mirror. The pain made my mouth pop wide.
His lips suddenly crashed down on mine, stealing my pain, muting the loud noises inside my head.
What!?
I froze.
His large hand grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. His heavy bulk sandwiched me hard against the mirrored door.
My body shot to life, roaring into bearing as his magic touch awoke every part. Fire—it existed inside, scarring my innards as truly as it’d done on the outside.
What the hell was he doing?
I squirmed, trying to get free. But his fingers were tight around my wrists, keeping me prisoner.
“Quit it,” he growled. “Just one taste. Just one—” Then his mouth was on mine again. His heat poured down my throat. His tongue shot into my mouth sending a convulsion of need through my body. His flavor—whoa, his delicious dark flavor made me instantly drunk on him.
My heart splintered.
My core throbbed.
My tummy clenched with heat.
My lips moved under his, unable to fight the attraction—the need.
I gave myself over to the kiss, wanting to grab his hair and hold him tight. I wanted to drink him. I wanted to bite. I wanted to feel him driving inside me, pounding at the padlocks of my mind and freeing me from secrets.
“Fuck,” he groaned, driving his hips into mine, grinding himself punishingly. There was nowhere to run, no way to hide. I was his in that blissful crazy moment.
“More,” I begged.
Something unlocked inside him and the kiss went from wild to feral. I moaned as he bit my bottom lip, licking, kissing, thrusting his tongue deep. Our finesse and control deteriorated us into two animals battling for the upper hand.
I arched my back, pressing myself harder and harder. He rocked his hips, his erection a scorching weapon between us.
We punished each other but our bodies craved more, more, more.
I melted. I glowed. I begged.
He kissed me so hard the mirror crunched against the back of my head, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was getting him to lose the rest of his tightly reined control.