Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“You’ve got to learn to stop being afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m in the bath with a naked man, of course I am.”
This time, he chuckled. “Relax.”
That wasn’t going to happen.
Her heart pounded as he traced a finger down the curve of her neck. He didn’t stop there. That finger moved down, over her breast.
She gasped as he cupped her tit, both of his hands holding her.
“I like a woman with a good pair of tits, Abriana.” He let her go and fingered her nipples. “I love your tits.” He’d lifted her out of the water, holding them as he looked over her shoulder. “And I’m going to be seeing a lot of these.”
He teased her breasts, holding her, kneading the flesh, until he finally let them go, but his explorations didn’t stop there. He moved his fingers between her thighs, stroking her flesh. She cried out at the sudden pleasure as he fingered her. He cupped her pussy, and one of his fingers glided between her slit, touching her.
“You’re dry.”
“We’re in water.”
“Still, you’re dry, and I’m not going to fuck you like this. You’re not wet enough, and it’s going to hurt.”
His fingers left her body, and then he was pushing her into the water. She didn’t know what he was doing, until he dunked her under, wetting her hair. Much to Abriana’s shock, he started to wash her body, lathering her hair and using the shampoo to soap her body at the same time.
When he put her beneath the water, her face didn’t go under, and she could breathe. He washed her clean and then handed her the shampoo to do the same.
For a few seconds, she looked at the soap, and didn’t have a clue what to do with it. What did he want?
“You wash me.”
“Oh.”
With shaking hands, she put the soap to his skin.
Ugly Beast let out a chuckle, and his hand covered hers. “You need to do it properly. I won’t bite, and none of these scars hurt anymore. You’re safe to explore.”
She did as he asked, rubbing the soap into his body, rather mesmerized at his ink and the scars. Each one, to her, wasn’t ugly. They made him strong.
This man, her husband, was a fighter. His loyalty to his club screamed from his skin as his club position was inked across his heart.
That’s what Ugly Beast was devoted to, the Hell’s Bastards.
She’d never had anyone devoted to her.
Once she was finished with the soap, she lathered up his hair in the same way he’d done for her. When it was time for him to rinse it, she moved away and watched as he went beneath the water.
Clearing the shampoo from his hair, he sat up, wiping the excess water from his eyes.
She waited for him to finish, but he climbed out of the bathtub, extending his hand to her.
She took it.
Her hand was still shaking a bit, but she also didn’t hesitate.
Ugly Beast hadn’t hurt her yet, and he’d looked more angry at the bruises on her body and knowing the cause was her father. Technically, she didn’t break any of her father’s rules. She didn’t say a word of who it was. Ugly Beast had already guessed.
Biting her lip, she followed him as he made his way to the bed. She didn’t fight him even as her body grew even tenser. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn’t ready.
He dried her down with a towel and then worked on his own body. They were both naked, and while he was preoccupied, she couldn’t help but stare at his dick. He was hard. The length of him stood out.
When he dropped the towel, she looked away, hating that he could have caught her.
“Don’t look so panicked.”
“I’m not panicked.”
“Yes, you are, beautiful. No need to be.” He took her hand and led her to the bed, helping her into the center. “Lie down, spread your legs.”
She was starting to get even more nervous, but arguing was out of the question. She lay down in the center of the soft bed and opened her thighs.
Ugly Beast had moved to the bottom of the bed, and he climbed on top. His gaze was on hers, but not for long as he stared down at her.
Her hands were on her stomach.
“Lift your hands up. Put them against the bed. Keep them there.”
She felt tears fill her eyes. Should she watch what he was about to do? Could she even handle it?
Closing her eyes, she waited.
When his lips touched her chest, she gasped.
Opening her eyes, she stared down at his head, seeing him kissing down her body. His lips were so soft, not what she expected.
Unable to look away, she watched as he cupped one of her breasts, his hands holding her in place as he flicked his tongue across the pointed tip.