Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
He turns and walks out, leaving that threat suspended in the air. I really don’t want to be screwed in front of an audience, so I opt to pull on a pair of shorts under the dress. I can take them off when we get there.
After hurrying around to fix my hair and applying a touch of makeup, I head down the stairs to see Drex smirking at me. He tilts his head, acting as though he’s amused by the fact I went with the dress.
His black shirt hugs him tightly, and despite the heat, he has on his Death Dealers cut that has Vice President embroidered under D. Caine. His dark jeans hang low, but they fit him perfectly, which in turn might elicit a small tremble from me.
His almost-black hair is spiked up a little now—just the way I like it. And his blue eyes pop against all the dark accents. He’d be beautiful to the untrained eye, but I should know better. Should being the operative word, because I still find him almost irresistible even though he’s nothing but death’s promise to me.
He watches me while I walk all the way to him, and I bite back a grin as he eyes the white dress that flares just slightly at the hips, fitting loose enough to hide the thin, white shorts I’m wearing without showing lines.
It’s as though he can’t stop himself from reaching out and pulling me to him, and his hands run down my ass.
“Shorts are on underneath,” I say as he slowly works the hem up.
His right eyebrow cocks up and he raises the dress up to take a look for himself.
“I’ll take them off when we get there,” I tell him quietly.
He leans down to my ear just as several more people start joining us. “I may still fuck you in the club, because I really like the dress.”
He runs his hands run over the tops of my shoulders, feeling the skin the strapless dress has left bare. I try not to shiver, but I fail, and his smirk only grows. His thumb grazes my lower lip, and he puts his mouth dangerously close to mine.
“I’m starting to think you like me,” he murmurs, staring at my lips like he’s seconds away from kissing me and putting me out of my misery.
I decide speaking is stupid. He could freak out if he finds out that I’m sick enough to like someone I should hate. He might also be one of those guys who doesn’t want to be liked, and he might get rid of me.
“You ready?” Snake asks as Sarah sidles up next to him. His arm drops around her shoulders, and Drex nods.
Drex’s hand slides down until he cups and squeezes my ass, and then he pulls out a helmet that is sure to ruin my hair. When he tosses a long leg of his over the bike, I can’t help but watch, entranced.
He’s everything bad for me rolled into one hard-to-ignore body, presenting himself in the sexiest package the devil could create. I’m nothing but a weak girl falling for the man that could be my sealed fate.
When he reaches out his hand for me, I take it and lift my leg. He mutters a curse toward Mack who is trying to look under my dress when I throw my leg over. But the scruffy biker groans in disappointment when he realizes I’ve taken precautions.
A jolt of adrenaline surges through me when the thunderous sounds fill the garage almost simultaneously. The loud beast vibrates between my legs, and the rumble resonates in my chest, almost tickling me with sensations. I tighten my grip on Drex as the large metal door to the outside slowly rises in front of us.
The firm, deliciously defined lines of Drex’s abs rest beneath my hands and grow tighter when we start to move. I think I actually giggle in excitement. It’s hard to tell since all my sounds are being drowned out right now.
The slow crawl out of the garage is brief, because the second we hit the street, Drex kicks it into a gear I wasn’t prepared for. The edges of my dress rise, promising I would have given everyone an eyeful, and I cling to him that much tighter as the rest of the crew follows close behind.
Giggling. I am giggling. Unbelievable.
Streetlights illuminate the road ahead, and all the headlights and taillights seem to show pause once they catch sight of the bikers nearing. I can almost feel Drex’s smile as everyone on the street moves to the sides, letting us pass through as though we’re royalty.
Apparently no one gets in the way of them. It’s almost a powerful high, and for a fleeting second, I understand what it’s like to be badass. But I’m only seeing it from the sidelines, because I never plan to really be like them.