Keys To My Cuffs Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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His head tilted. “Well, what the hell is your brother doing? Can’t he help?”

My eyes narrowed on him, and I stalked towards him with purposeful steps. With one pointy finger, I started to poke him in the chest. “First of all, my brother no longer lives here. Which you would know if you’d bothered coming around in the past long months. Secondly, I’m doing the best that I can. The foundation will come once I can afford to pay more than my bills. Thirdly, did I give you permission to walk through my house and snoop?”

I could almost hear his teeth grinding together. “No, but I had to let Lucy out. What’d you want me to do, let him out the window when he needed to go?”

My eyes narrowed on him. “You had some chick in my house?”

I hadn’t meant it to come out quite so screechy, but there it was.

His mouth turned up in the corner, and I swung my elbow around, knocking him in the chest.

He didn’t move. Not even a single millimeter, and that pissed me off even more.

“Get out of my house if you’re going to make fun of me,” I snarled.

I saw his hands come up in the darkness in a placating gesture.

“Calm down. Lucy’s my dog. Lucifer. Lucy for short,” he told me.

You know those times when someone tells you to calm down, and you calm down? Yeah, me neither.

“You know what, fuck you. I’m not un-calm!” I yelled.

His little lip tilt turned into a full-blown smile, and he started walking towards me. I, of course, started retreating. That is, until my back met the wall of the back hallway, and I could go no further.

He didn’t stop, however. No, he kept coming until he’d pinned me to the wall in the same exact position that we’d ended up in months ago when I’d been drinking.

His arms went on either side of my head, fists planted on the wall.

He leaned down until he was nose to nose with me. “Then would you like to explain why you’re all in my face and screaming like a batshit crazy little harpy?”

Yes, he said batshit crazy little harpy.

Who did this man think he was? He didn’t know me. He didn’t know what I’d gone through.

“You know what? You can take me as I am,” I snarled into his face.

“Or what?” He retorted.

“Or you can kiss my ass, eat shit, and step on a Lego,” I snapped, trying to push through him.

He didn’t budge, though. The man was a rock. Jesus Christ.

He laughed in my face, and I saw red.

“Get off me, asshole.” I pushed again.

This time he relented, but only enough to rip the t-shirt over his head before he was back, pressing his feverish skin against mine.

My hands involuntarily went to his chest, one over his pounding heart, and the other under his right pectoral.

His skin was very hot against my cold hands. They had to be like ice, but he didn’t even flinch.

My thumb swiped up on its own volition, sweeping over the pebbled areola of his nipple, and eliciting a gasp from him.

“Do you understand how fucking hard it’s been to keep away from you? Do you know what it feels like to know you’re sleeping ten feet away from me, but I can’t have you? What it feels like to follow you when you run, but not approach?” He whispered fiercely.

“Yes, I under-fucking-stand! You wanna know why I do? Because I’ve been doing all those things too! I lay awake at night thinking about you. I know you’re behind me when I run. I also know it’s been hard to stay away from you, because I’ve been doing the same exact thing! I know the exact day you left town without a fucking word to me. Every single night I lie awake for hours watching your window. You’ve fucking ruined me!” I screamed.

“Fucking perfect, because you’ve ruined me, too,” he bellowed back before crushing his mouth to mine.

Clothes dropped where we stood. Hair was pulled. Skin was bitten.

The sex we had next was sweaty, hot, and hard.

Loki only slowed enough to rip his pants down his legs, roll on a condom, and slam inside of me.

He plunged so deep inside of my tight sheath that he hit the back of me. My head slammed back into the wall. My hands clawed at his back as he took me hard, plunging inside of me over and over again.

When he still couldn’t get the depth he was looking for, he dropped us down until I was on my back in the hallway, back to the cold unforgiving floor.

He wasted no time giving his hard cock to me. He drilled inside of me like a man possessed.

Our sweat-slicked bodies slid against one another’s, and only added to the thorough fucking he was giving me.

He didn’t say anything, just like last time, but his touch did.

It revealed everything he was not saying and more.

Warmth, affection, need, want.

It was enough that I stopped fighting him, and let him have all of me. Every single wall I’d started to rebuild in the last few months was annihilated.

We were breathing in each other’s air, our mouths touching. There was no kissing going on because his rough thrusts wouldn’t allow for that, but that didn’t matter. He was giving me enough sensation in my aching core for fifty thousand kisses.

“Jesus, yes,” I breathed against his lips.

I felt him smile against my lips before he leaned up off my body and grabbed my hips in his large hands, lifting them from the ground and pounding even harder inside of me.

The angle was one that allowed his cock to work that secret spot inside, setting me off like a bottle rocket.

I screamed, wrapping my legs around him tightly, pulling him in close.

He followed me not even a second after, grinding his hips hard into my own as he released himself.

The darkness kept me from seeing his face as he came, but I ran my hands up over his chest and neck, feeling his muscles strain as he jerked inside of me.


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