Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
I jerk my head up and see Alarick staring at me, his face still hard, his body still tight.
“Leave me the fuck alone, Alarick. You’ve made it very clear how you feel about me.”
“You put my club in danger, your sister in danger ...”
“Leave me alone!” I yell, shoving him so hard and yet he doesn’t seem to move. So, I shove him again, and again, screaming angrily.
He’s hurting me.
He hurt me back then and he’s hurting me now.
“Fuck you,” I cry, slamming my small fists into his chest. “You’re a monster just like your father, and you’re once again making me doubt myself, making me doubt everything. You never have my back. You never have my fucking back!”
“Stop,” he growls, grabbing my hands tightly. “That’s enough.”
“That’s enough?” I laugh bitterly. “It’s never enough, Alarick. You hate me so much? Fine, then do something about it. Scream at me, yell at me, tell me why, but don’t you stand there treating me like I don’t matter. You fucking ... jerk!”
“Enough,” he growls again, low and deep.
“No,” I snarl. “No.”
I raise a hand to hit him again, but he stops me, curling his big hand over my fist and stopping me. Then, he tugs me forward. I go crashing into him, slamming into his body, and then with a rough and angry tug of my head, he jerks my head back and slams his mouth down over mine. I gasp into his open mouth, and then we’re kissing.
We’re kissing without love, but with plenty of passion.
We’re kissing angrily, with so much hatred and fire that it burns me right to my very core.
We’re kissing with a ferocity that has me tangling my fingers into his hair and tugging so hard he growls.
“I fucking hate you,” I say, tears still rolling down my cheeks. “You let me down.”
“Fuckin’ ditto,” he snarls, before slamming his lips over mine again.
The kiss deepens and our movements become frantic as his hands go down to jerk my jeans down. I let him, my mind completely spiraling out of control, and yet I can’t seem to make myself care. I want him, as twisted and reckless as it is, and I’m not willing to make him stop right now.
I need this.
I just ... need it.
Even as the hate and rage swirls around inside me, the love and unfinished feelings bust to the surface, pushing the rest down.
Our kiss becomes desperate and my jeans are gone so quickly I don’t even recall stepping out of them. His cock is freed and then, before I know it, he’s inside of me. One leg wrapped around his hips, my arms over his shoulders, my hands tangling in his hair, my body more than ready for him.
One of his hands is gripping my ass to hold me where he needs me and the other comes up to grip my jaw so hard it hurts, and yet I do nothing to stop him. He hangs onto my jaw with such strength, anger and lust, that it sends me over the edge. As his hard cock pumps in and out of me.
It begins to rain and cold drops of water start hitting us with ferocity. My hair becomes wet, my body soaked, and yet it only turns me on even more. As the pouring sounds mix with our moans of pleasure, I decide this is the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.
I’m unable to hold back my orgasm a second longer. I scream with its release, not at all ashamed at how quickly it came for me.
Alarick keeps fucking me, driving his cock into my sore and wet pussy, his balls slapping with every movement. I grip his scalp with my fingers, and I feel my nails bust through the skin. He roars and fucks me harder, the entire shed creaking without passion and rage. Then, with a bellow that I’m certain the whole neighborhood can hear, he cums inside of me.
I feel every pulse of his cock as he finds his release.
The way it makes me feel is out of this world.
When we both come down from what would have to be the roughest and most anger-fueled sex I’ve ever had, we find ourselves in complete silence. The only thing I can hear in the dark night is the pouring rain that is still soaking us. I tip my head back and I can only just see him in the dim light coming from a nearby shed security light. His hair is stuck to his forehead and rain droplets roll down his face.
He’s incredible.
So fucking beautiful.
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but a bellow stops me.
“Alarick, fuck, you need to get over here now!”
Cohen’s bellow into the night has all the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. The way his voice sounds, the frantic nature of it, has me panicking almost immediately. Alarick steps back and is doing up his jeans in seconds. I find mine and hop and curse as I try to pull them up over my wet body. Alarick turns and runs in the direction of Cohen’s voice, and after a lot of angry curses, I get my jeans up enough and run, too.