Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
"Defy me," he growls. "Fight me. Torture me, Mischief. Make me work like a fucking dog to please you. But don't ever think you aren't perfect exactly the way you are. I'm not interested in obedience. I'm interested in you. And you've had my heart beating out of my damn chest since I set eyes on you."
I stare up at him, my heart pounding so loud I'm sure he can hear it. I certainly can. It thumps against my ribcage in rattling strikes, shaking me to my core. He's shaking me to my core. And I don't even know where to begin processing that.
I need my sister. She always knows what to do. But she isn't here now, is she? Isla can't help me solve this giant problem. This time, it's up to me to figure it out on my own.
Cormac leans down, brushing his lips against mine in a soft pass.
Before I can even react, he peels himself off me and steps back.
"Get ready to go, Mischief. We're leaving in twenty."
I drag myself upright to see him striding from the kitchen, the muscles in his back flexing. "Where are we going?" I shout after him.
"To see my brothers!" he shouts back.
Twenty-five minutes later, we pull up outside of a ranch. At least, it looks like a ranch. The row of motorcycles pulled up out front leads me to believe it's not your typical ranch. So does the Silver Spoon MC logo emblazoned across the entrance to the property.
"You're in an MC," I say once Cormac helps me off his bike, not sure how I forgot that tidbit. My dad mentioned it. Cormac did too when he was telling me about the property yesterday.
"I am," he rumbles, removing my helmet. His gray eyes meet mine, probing and curious. "Does that bother you, baby?"
I eye him levelly. "You live in a fortress in the woods," I say. "You own a multi-million dollar company that does security for rockstars and foreign dignitaries. My dad trusts you with me, and he doesn't trust anyone with me and my sisters. No, it doesn't bother me."
He rewards me with those dimples and another pirate smile, making my knees weak. My pulse races, electricity crackling in the air between us as if it's alive.
He leans in, his gaze dropping to my lips.
He's going to kiss me again.
My stomach bottoms out. I sway toward him, eager to feel his lips on mine again. To feel his heat engulfing me again. I ache for it.
God help me; every part of me aches to feel this man all over me.
"Get your big ass in here, Giant!" a deep voice booms from the front porch of the ranch, amusement lacing his tone.
"Tick tock, motherfucker," someone else shouts.
"I hate every single one of you motherfuckers," Cormac says conversationally, lifting his middle finger into the air.
Loud laughter spills across the yard to us.
"I think your brothers know we're here," I whisper, feeling the burn in my cheeks. They almost caught us kissing. God only know what they think. Oddly…I don't care. Let them think it.
"Sucks for me," Cormac growls, still hyperfocused on my mouth. "Because I'm starving for another taste of you, Bella."
My tongue slips out, sliding across my bottom lip.
Cormac growls again, the dark, predatory sound coming from deep in his chest. Chills erupt all over my body, and my core clenches.
Oh, my goodness.
Abort, Bella. Abort right now.
Except I can't. Except I don't want to. I'm caught in his spell, tangled like prey in a sticky web. And every minute I spend in it only pulls me in deeper.
Cormac exhales a breath and then takes a step back, twisting to set my helmet on the back of his bike. I suck in a lungful of fresh air, trying to clear my head. It's a useless attempt. His scent still lingers, making me dizzy.
"Come on. Let's go meet these assholes," he mutters, turning back to me. He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together.
For the first time, I turn to face the group on the porch. And whoa. Cormac's MC is not like any MC I've ever heard of before now. They're all hot, for one. They're an implacable wall of muscle lining the front porch, each of them gorgeous, each of them wearing an amused grin. Half of them wear suits. The others are dressed more casually, with cuts stretched across their chests. But it's evident they're all as wealthy as Cormac.
They all eye me with various degrees of curiosity as we approach. None seems annoyed by my presence here, though. If anything, they seem…amused. Relieved. The one on the end who looks like he stepped out of a fashion magazine seems genuinely happy as he glances between me and Cormac.
"Fuckers, this is Mischief. You assholes call her Bella. Bella, these fuckers were my MC brothers until three minutes ago," Cormac says by way of introduction.