Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Faith didn’t even hesitate. She crawled over broken glass to get to him, and Brute reached out to help her. The moment she was clear of the car, he picked her up in his arms, running with her until they got to his bike.
The dress she wore was too long, and he placed her on the ground. She had already lost her heels. She gasped as he pulled out a long knife and with one swoop, he tore through the skirt of the fabric, then tossed it.
He also made a split so she was able to climb on the back of the bike. This was only her second time riding a bike, but she slid her leg over, wrapped her arms around Brute, and held on for dear life. She wasn’t going to let him go.
The scent of leather and Brute filled her senses. She had no idea what the future held, but she knew that as long as she was with Brute, nothing else mattered.
****
Brute had already given the order for them to seal the gates. Men were on standby waiting.
War was coming. There was no way Sergey would allow this to slide. Brute was very much aware of what was at stake. Faith’s fiancé was not a man to be trifled with, and he was wealthy. A fortune that rivaled Sergey’s, with multiple connections, that would help to continue the expansion of the Golubev Bratva. Brute had just taken their peace offering—a virgin bride. Faith was that virgin.
His men knew what to do. This was for all the Evil Fallen Bratva MC. This was for Tank, and for those men who hadn’t made it. He’d lost good men through his quest to take on Golubev. None of them would be forgotten.
Carrying Faith up to his bedroom, he kicked the door closed and then flicked the lock into place. He placed her on the bed, making sure she was okay before he stepped back.
She reached out, grabbed his face, and pulled him in close. “You came for me,” Faith said.
He wasn’t about to tell her that it was all for the destruction of the Golubev. She looked so freaking happy. Faith was the prize, and it had been one of the reasons he’d decided to destroy that wedding. With no bride, Golubev was fucked. He only had Faith to offer up.
“I couldn’t let you go,” Brute said, and that wasn’t technically a lie.
Faith’s gaze fell to his lips and he knew what she was thinking.
“They wanted your virginity, Faith. That was what your grandfather hoped to trade.”
“Don’t talk about him. He’s evil, exactly like you said. He never cared about me. After you took me, he changed, and when I came to give you that care package, he … it was awful.”
He saw the tears in her eyes. “He won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Then take it,” Faith said. “If you want it.”
“Take what?”
“My virginity. What he holds dear. He was going to take that decision out of my hands, and I don’t want him to. He doesn’t have the right and he doesn’t get to decide who I sleep with.”
“Faith?”
“Please,” she said.
“No woman should have to beg,” he said. Then he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any protest she might have.
There was no way he was going to allow her to beg him to do anything. She was offering her virginity, and that was what he wanted. Ever since he met Faith, he hadn’t been with another woman. He knew the guys were worried about that, but he didn’t give a shit.
Once he had his fill of Faith, everything would go back to normal. Reaching behind her, he grabbed the zipper that was helping to keep her wedding dress up, which was beautiful. He couldn’t deny that. Faith looked like a beautiful virgin bride. The white suited her.
Everything she wore suited her. She looked stunning.
The dress came away easily and he gripped her ass, pulled her off the bed, and removed the rest of the dress. However, he didn’t toss it to the side. He picked it up and threw it onto the bed.
She didn’t have any bra on, and the panties she wore were nothing more than a sheer thong. Her curves were on display and he’d seen in the short time she’d been away from him that she’d already started to lose weight, and he didn’t like that. He’d fix that.
Brute put the tips of his fingers on the outside of her thigh and then slowly began to slide them up, getting to the small string of fabric of her thong. He gripped it tightly, and then with a tug, he snapped it right off her body. She gave a little gasp, but with his other hand, he grabbed the back of her neck, tilted her head back, and took possession of her mouth, silencing all protest.