Wicked and Ruthless – Soldiers for Hire Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
<<<<311121314152333>83
Advertisement


She raked her nails down the hard planes of his back, thrilling at the way his powerful muscles flexed beneath her touch. Nash growled low in his throat, the primal rumble reverberating through her as he seized her lower lip between his teeth in a teasing nip.

This scorching desire was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and Haisley drowned in it. Her blood rushed through her veins, echoing the staccato cadence of her thundering heart as Nash’s clever mouth trailed hot kisses to her neck.

“Haisley,” he rasped against her skin, each breath fanning the flames of her need. “God, you taste so good. I’m dying to devour you.”

A desperate whine escaped her. She wanted that—wanted him to consume her utterly.

Haisley surrendered to the dizzying spiral of lust and tangled her fingers in Nash’s hair to pull him back to her lips. He went willingly, slanting his mouth over hers and devouring her until she couldn’t breathe or think or care about anything but him touching her.

He shifted, getting impossibly closer, and lifted her thigh in his grip, sliding it up and around his hip, forcing her to grip him more tightly. Then he bent his knees and notched something big and steely between her legs, rocking exactly where she ached.

Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she whimpered.

“Does that feel like you’ll need a microscope, baby?”

“No,” she gasped out.

“I want to fill you with every inch while you fill my ears with more of those panting little whines. I want to plow into you while your fingernails rake my back. Yes…just like that.” He groaned against her mouth, his face full of pleasure. “You going to let me make us feel so good?”

He punctuated his question by sliding his thumb inside her bikini bottoms and skating the digit across her slick clit. Haisley couldn’t find a reply. Plastering herself against him and deepening their kiss didn’t count.

When he circled her sensitive button lazily, she cried out, breaking their kiss.

His laugh was a low rumble vibrating under her skin. “That’s it. You’re so wet. I want to eat this pussy, violate it, pet it, worship it.” He curled his fingers in her hair and tugged until she was forced to look at him. “I want to tie you to my bed and edge you for hours, until you beg. Until I drive you so high, you surrender your will to me and take my cock over and over. All you have to do is say yes, baby. We’ll leave this party, and I’ll make you feel everything…”

God, she couldn’t look away, couldn’t not want him, despite the fact she was the one who usually loved them and left them. “Make me come.”

“Go home with me, and I’ll do that as many times as you can handle. I’ll keep doing it until you beg me to stop. We’ll see if I have any mercy.”

Holy hotcakes, this man had a silver tongue and—if his thumb was anything to go by—skills that made him more than capable of satisfying her.

In high school, she’d been looking for love and stupid enough to sleep with guys who offered her far less, serving up her heart again and again. She was older and wiser now. She knew that, for most, love wasn’t lasting, so she took the pleasure and ran. Even if it was fleeting, it didn’t break her heart.

This man just might have the ability to do both.

“Nash…” She meant to refuse him.

But he bent and pressed a kiss on the swell of her breast exposed above her dress while his thumb slid across her sensitive clit again. She swallowed a groan.

“Is that a yes?”

“What if it was?”

“I’ll have you on the back of my motorcycle, speeding toward my place in the next thirty seconds. In the thirty seconds after you hit my bed, you’ll be having the first of countless orgasms.”

Yes. Despite the fact climbing in his bed was a hundred kinds of bad idea, the word was perched on the tip of her tongue. No man had ever made her blood boil the way he did. That alone made him dangerous.

On top of that, he ticked all her bad-boy boxes. Seductive? Check. Risky profession? Check. Tats and attitude? Check. Hot motorcycle? Check. Not from around here? Check. Able to melt her with a single glance? Check, damn it.

“Oh, fuck!” a woman’s unfamiliar voice slurred as she stumbled around the corner, clutching a sloshing beer in one hand and her stomach with the other.

As she and Nash jumped apart and whirled to face the blonde—a friend of a friend she barely knew—the woman heaved and unloaded her booze-laden stomach into the unsuspecting soil two feet from them.

Talk about a mood killer.

But maybe that was a good thing. Now that Nash wasn’t touching her, she could breathe again. And think.



<<<<311121314152333>83

Advertisement