Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
I pressed a kiss to her jaw. “Okay, princess. Okay.” I nudged her thighs farther apart before settling my body between them, my cock brushing over her drenched core. I groaned at the feel, thrusting against her, my cockhead brushing her clit. She whimpered, her neck arching as she pressed her heels into the mattress, rolling her hips up to get more friction.
She was usually so shy, but beneath me like this, she was needy as fuck. It was so damn mesmerizing.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?” I rasped as I eased back on my knees a bit, reaching down to circle the base of my cock. She watched me, licking her lips. Her pupils were blown, her cheeks flushed.
She was mine. And damn, I was a lucky son of a bitch.
“You ready for me, princess? Ready to feel me inside you? Fucking you and filling you up?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Stop teasing me, Matthew. Please fuck me.”
I kissed her again before fumbling in my nightstand for a condom. After rolling it on, I eased inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my hips, hooking her ankles on my lower back. Our teeth clashed as I kissed her, losing myself in her. With every stroke of my cock into her pussy, she rolled her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. The headboard smacked the wall, and I knew everyone could hear her moaning and begging, but I didn’t fucking care.
I was claiming this woman as mine. She was never escaping me.
She cried out my name as her walls tightened around me, and I followed her over finally, groaning into the curve of her neck as I spilled into the condom.
10
Jennifer
Carver—Matthew—ran his fingertips up and down my bare arm. Sunlight was just beginning to creep through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, yellow glow. I hadn’t been back to sleep since he’d fucked me into the mattress—not once but three fucking times. After the first time, he’d flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips into the air, and fucked me from behind. And the third time, we were lying in bed, and he pulled one of my thighs over his hips and slid inside me a third time, slowly fucking me to sleep.
It was like now that he’d had me once, he couldn’t get enough. And honestly, I couldn’t get enough either. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a man—protective, soft with me, safe. Being a beast in bed was just an added bonus.
A very nice bonus.
“Will you tell me what you can about what you did to my father and his club?” I tentatively asked, adjusting my body so my head rested more comfortably on Matthew’s shoulder. I didn’t expect him to tell me anything, really. Women were kept in the dark to protect us. I understood it. But I wanted a moment to revel in my father’s suffering after all he’d done to me.
Keeping me locked in the clubhouse. Smacking me around when something didn’t go his way. Forcing me to go without food when he felt like I needed to be punished, even if I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Locking me in a closet for days if I inconvenienced him in the slightest.
“They don’t have bikes anymore,” Matthew said, leaving it at that. I frowned, wondering what he and the other guys did, but I knew not to pry. If I could know, he would tell me.
“Oh,” I said softly, not knowing what else to say.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, princess. I need you to know that. To memorize that. To hang onto it when things start heating up around here-because they will.” I looked up at him, only to find his hazel eyes already on me. “You’re mine, princess. Mine to protect. To take care of. To love.”
My breath hitched at his words, my heart skipping a beat in my chest. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I sat up on my elbow so I could hover over him, hopeful and afraid at the same time. Hopeful he really meant those words and terrified of what it would do to my heart if he said it was just a slip-up. An accident.
“To love?” I croaked, hating the emotion tearing at my throat. Hating that my uncertainty could be heard in my voice.
Reaching up, he cupped my cheek, nodding his head, his eyes solemn. No hint of joking could be seen in his expression. “Yeah, princess. To love. Because in all this insanity, within mere days, I’ve fallen for you. I will burn this entire fucking world to the ground to protect you, and I’ll never let a flame touch you. You…” He sighed. “Some fucking how, princess, you became the center of my entire fucking universe.”