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)
Brute broke the kiss first, but his lips didn’t leave her body. He trailed his lips down her neck, making her moan.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
His tongue traced across her neck, sliding over her pulse, but then his teeth bit down. It wasn’t painful at all, but so much pleasure seemed to spread through her body. She didn’t want Brute to stop.
Wrapping her arms around him, she held on tightly, running her hands up and down, marveling at the feel of him. She didn’t want to let him go, not for a second.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, so right, wrapped around my cock.”
He whispered those dirty words against her ear and it made her ache even more.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“Please,” she said.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t want you to stop.” The pain had already lessened and now all she wanted him to do was fuck her and do it hard.
“Are you ready to be fucked?” he asked.
“Yes.” She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She didn’t even know why she was embarrassed. They were having sex.
She had a guy balls-deep inside her pussy. Faith had only ever read about experiences like this and she figured her imagination would always fill in the blanks, not that she’d be living it.
Yet here she was, living it, feeling it, loving it. And she didn’t want it to stop.
Brute pulled back, and then slowly, achingly slowly, began to thrust back inside her. She felt every inch of his dick as he filled her up.
He pulled all the way out until only the tip remained, and then he slammed forward, this time being a little more forceful. Another moan, a whimper, she couldn’t keep the pleasure locked up inside her. She didn’t want him to stop.
Brute grabbed her hands, pressed them to the bed, lifted, and then began to thrust hard and deep within her. She met him, pressing her pelvis up. She didn’t have the slightest idea of what she was doing, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. It felt so good. Better than good. As she watched Brute go over the edge, she felt his release as he filled her.
It was shocking to feel and to watch, but she didn’t regret a thing.
****
“Are you sure about this?” Road asked.
Brute looked up from the box to Road, a little surprised he would even question him. “Send it.”
The wedding dress had been removed from Faith, and now it was covered in her virgin blood as well as his semen. He was sending it right back to Sergey, so he knew there was no way she could be used again.
“You don’t want to keep that wedding dress for yourself?” Road asked.
“No.”
“Brute?”
“What the fuck, Road? Are you working for Sergey now? What are you doing, questioning me?” he asked, but yelled as he did.
Road’s jaw clenched and he held his hands up. “You … this is new.” He pointed at the box. “You’ve got a woman upstairs and you said yourself you’d never bring a woman into this, yet you have. This changes shit.”
“It changes nothing. Faith made her choice. She is sticking around for a while.”
“A while? Is she going to be damage control?” Road asked.
“I thought you wanted to get rid of her, to start sending messages to Sergey? Why do you care now?” Brute asked.
Road shrugged. “I don’t care. Not about her, but I do care about you, and what this means. Faith is a woman.”
“So?”
“You think the pussy in this club don’t talk?”
Brute gritted his teeth.
“They already know they don’t compare to this new girl. What’s the plan, Brute? You’re going to wait until you’ve had your fill and then pass her around?”
“No one is going to touch her.”
“So is she just yours?”
He grabbed Road by his leather cut and threw him up against the wall, getting in his face. “I suggest that if the pussy in this club are talking, you come straight back to me and you don’t give them fucking time to even moan, do you understand me? Last time I checked, I was the fucking leader of this club. I run it and what I say goes.”
They all had their place, but Brute was the one who ran everything. He’d set it all up. He didn’t give a shit if it was like an actual MC. He didn’t follow any rules but his own. The brothers never had an issue, and no one had ever tried to take his place.
“Now, mail it.”
He’d included a tiny little postcard stating, “Whoops, she asked me to.” Brute didn’t give a shit if Sergey liked it or not. There was no fucking way he was going to let Faith go back.
Road and the other club brothers didn’t know that he’d been warned about what Faith’s fate was going to be, and he couldn’t allow that.