Blunted (Rush Riders MC #1) Read Online M.N. Forgy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Rush Riders MCSeries by M.N. Forgy
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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“Fuck you,” she spits, digging her fingernails into my arms so hard she draws blood. And that's it, I am pissed. I know she is upset, but she might be hurt, and goddamn her trying to fight me. I overpower her, pushing her down onto the mattress, then straddling her, I hold her arms down over her head and yell.

“Stop it!” She stops thrashing and stares at me with eyes full of hate and anger. Lowering my voice but still commanding I continue, “I know I hurt you and I’m sorry, but now I am going to take care of you.”

“I don't want or need you to take care of me. Now get the hell off me!” she shouts back, bucking and wiggling beneath me again.

“I got all night, Kitten.” My tone bored, I effortlessly hold her down while she fights with all her might to break free. After a few minutes, her eyes soften and fill with defeat and tears. Too tired to fight and shivering from the cold, her body stills. I nod approvingly at her surrender and then slide off of her. Spreading her legs gently, I spread her swollen folds. I don't see any blood, so I insert my pinky in her, making her wince. “I'm sorry,” I whisper. Taking my pinky out there is just a light pink streak on it. Relief floods my body that I didn’t tear or hurt her really bad. However, the emotion she feels toward me isn’t easily fixable.

I carry her back upstairs to my fireplace. Looking down at the pillows, there is only one that actually has a little blood on it. I kick it to the side and rearrange the rest with my feet before placing her down. Picking up the remote to the fireplace off the mantel, I turn it on high, the fake logs flame and crackle with a realistic feel, heating the area quickly. Grabbing a blanket off the couch, I lie down and pull her back to my chest, spooning her next to me, covering us with the blanket. She looks so small lying in my arms. I pull her wet hair off her shoulders, laying it behind her, off the pillows. Kissing every inch of her shoulders softly, I rub her skin trying to warm her. I'm shit. She gave me her virginity, a precious pearl, irreplaceable, and instead of handling it with care and tenderness, I ripped it from her, mocking her while I did it. I can never make this up to her.

Kitten stirs in my arms. Then turns over to face me. “Why were you such an asshole to me?” she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying.

I inhale a deep breath before answering. “I was pissed.”

She sits up on her elbow to get a better look at me and asks, “Why?” “Several things, but mostly because you lied to me. I followed you. I know you were selling weed, not watering flowers.” I look her in the eye.

She lies back down on the pillows, staring at the ceiling and says, “I did water the flowers, that was not a lie. I just didn't tell you what I was doing after that.”

I shake my head. “Omission is still lying, Kitten, and your smart enough to know that.” She turns her head back to the fireplace and I cup her chin, turning her head to face me and kissing her lips before continuing. “But what I did was inexcusable, you don't know how much I wish I could go back and change it,” I say sincerely.

“I knew what was going to happen...it's just...well, I knew you weren't going to make sweet sappy love to me...but I didn't expect a pissed-off ‘Fast Eddie’ either,” she replies, pulling the blanket up to cover her more. “Who or what the fuck is a ‘Pissed-off Fast Eddie’?” I ask, confused. She tells me the story of her friend Jenna and a hookup she had with a guy she had not-so-affectionately named Fast Eddie. The story has me doubling over in laughter. “You’re something else, you know that, Kitten?” I lower my head covering her mouth with mine. My tongue caressing hers passionately. I can taste the saltiness from the tears she had swallowed earlier. Sucking her tongue between my teeth, I twirl my tongue around it, trying to lick every bit of the salty sadness I caused away. Breaking the kiss, I hold the side of her head in my hands as I look into her big, beautiful eyes. “You can joke all you want, Kitten, but I know I really hurt you.”

Her arms come up around the back of my head, pushing me down to her lips. “Then make it up to me, make me forget,” she mutters.

“I plan on it,” I reply. Kissing her lips quickly, I jump up, and grab her back in my arms, and carry her to the bathroom. Setting her on the bottom step of the walk-in tub. I turn on the faucets and search the built-in back cabinets for the bubble bath and salts, pouring some of each in the filling tub. Sitting down on the step beside her, I pull her over into the V of my lap. “I'm sure your sore, this should help.” My mouth against her neck, her cheeks turn red with embarrassment, making me laugh. “You may be my first virgin, Kitten, but your definitely not the first woman I have fucked sore.”


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