Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
He’s right. Because we’ve already attracted the attention of some of the old ladies and the club girls. Even a girl twirling on one of the poles stops to look. But his biker brothers? Clearly they don’t give a shit. None of them are paying us any mind. But I get the distinct feeling that they’re all aware of the strange girl at the end of the bar with their prez.
I wind my arms around his neck and he brings his forehead to mine.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he says, and electricity zips down my spine.
“What—"
But before I can protest, his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me. And his kiss is warm and soft, and surprisingly gentle but still strong and commanding.
And just like that, the bar and the bikers and the club girls and everything in the world disappears, and all I am aware of is Beast’s lips devouring mine, and the deep stroke of his tongue in my mouth.
His kiss is strong, sensual, and so fucking sweet I forget myself and kiss him back.
He breaks it off and offers me another devastating smile. A smile I feel all the way down to my toes.
Our eyes meet and I see the amusement in his.
“You kiss like you actually like me,” he says.
“Because I am a great actress.”
Behind him, I see a table of six Outsiders watching us. All of them with dirty looks on their faces.
I can read their expressions.
Why you? I’m more attractive than you.
Look at what you’re wearing.
How did Beast fall for a girl with messy hair and a zit on her face?
Under their judgmental gazes, I tighten my legs around him and slide a little closer to him. Then I kiss him again and the Outsiders disappear from my mind. Beast groans against my lips, and I squeeze my legs tighter because that groan vibrates through me and hits me right between my thighs.
I kiss him deeper. Harder. And his hands slide down my waist to my hips, and his big hands wrap around my butt and yank me even closer to him.
I moan and run my hands through his hair. Lost in the kiss. Lost in the feel of those big hands on me.
He finally breaks it off and stares down at me with dark blazing eyes.
He takes me by the hand and guides me off the bar and onto my feet.
“Where are we going?”
He leans down. “I’m taking you to bed.”
My lips part, and there is a sudden roar of blood in my ears, and my heart beats so wildly I get dizzy momentarily. “Bed?”
“That’s what lovers do, Belle. And according to everyone watching us right now, we are lovers. So we’re going to give them what they expect.”
I’m about to tell him that I’m not having sex with him but remember that now is not the time to reiterate the terms of our agreement. So I plaster on another smile and let him lead me out of the room and away from the party.
CHAPTER 18
BELLE
“Wow, who do I speak to about getting an upgrade?” I say, glancing around Beast’s magnificent bedroom.
It’s huge. And while my digs are hardly anything to complain about, this room is something sensational. Cathedral ceilings. Floor-to-ceiling arched windows. Some of them made from stained-glass pictures of Knights on motorcycles. A giant stone fireplace on the far wall. A massive four-poster bed in the middle of the room.
A shiver runs up my spine when I think about that bed and all the things that have probably taken place on it.
Which of course makes me think about what Beast looks like when he’s in that bed—sleeping, jerking off, fucking—then I remember what Mya told me. He hasn’t been with a woman since she’s known him, and I wonder what he does to relieve the urges he surely has. Does he lie on this bed with his hand around his giant—
Behind me, Beast closes the door, and the noise knocks some sense into me. I tense my shoulders and brace myself for whatever it is that’s coming next.
“So what happens now?” I ask, not waiting around to be mauled by this maniac. I like to see things coming before they arrive. “Am I supposed to give you my body as a thank you for looking after my uncle?”
Beast gives me a dark look. “That won’t be necessary.”
I cross my arms. “You can’t blame a girl for thinking the worst when an asshole holds her against her will.”
He takes a step closer and towers over me, a seven foot wall of rock-hard muscle. “And you should think the worst of me, Belle. It will be safer for you if you do.”
The deep rumble of his voice and the darkness in his tone reminds me to tread carefully. Even if they do light little fires across my skin while making me think about him dominating my body as he crawls over me on the bed, his powerful body blanketing me in heat and…