Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I moan, feeling the thick, hot ropes of his cum blasting deep inside of me. He growls, pulling out, and I whimper in pleasure as I feel his cock pulsing against my skin as he spills rope after rope of his sticky cum again my lips, my thighs and my ass, making a fucking mess of me.
We come to a painting stop, and instantly, I start to giggle before I turn and kiss him hard.
“Something funny?” he grins.
“No,” I giggle. “I don’t know why I’m laughing, that was just so fucking good.”
“Yeah” he grunts, chuckling. “Making women laugh in bed—every man’s fantasy.”
I giggle again as I kiss him hungrily.
“I’m laughing because I’ve never once come like that.”
“I know.”
I pull back, arching brow.
“Oh, really?” I smirk at his cockiness, but he doesn’t once back down.
“Oh, really,” he purrs.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Not think, know,” he growls. “And it’s obvious.”
“Why?”
“For one because I do my research.”
“Stalking.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Learning you.”
“Yeah, stalking me.”
He chuckles, shaking his head.
“Label it what you want.”
“Oh, I have.”
He growls, grinning as he kisses me.
“Wasn’t there a…” he wrinkles his brow. “You were with someone.”
I frown
“Was.”
“That change ‘cause of me?”
I shake my head. “No, before.”
“His fucking loss,” he growls, kissing me slowly and deeply, taking my breath away.
“So now what?”
He sighs. “I should check in with my club. Might be we hang out here for a while.”
“What should I tell my parents?”
His eyes drag over my face, reading me.
“You mean besides that you’ve been kidnapped and ravished by a filthy biker gang guy?”
“Yeah, I mean, obviously besides that. But that’s definitely what I’m leading with.”
I grin, and he chuckles.
“How soon do you need to get back to them before it creates a scene?”
“I don’t at all?” I shrug. “I mean that honestly. I’ll just say work called me back to New York.”
I look at him, my eyes searching his.
“Why were you after my dad?”
“Nicole—”
“No, tell me, please.”
“No one needs to hear that about their own father.”
“I do.”
He’s holding back, and I can tell. But I’m not kidding. I really do need to know this.
“Tell me, Killian.”
He sighs, looking away. “He’s in with the mob.”
“I know.”
“Well, they’re using him to go after rivals, like my club, and others. The mob is using your father to go after guys like me and mine and pin their own crimes on us. I’ve got brothers in Walpole Penitentiary right now for shit they had no part in. Hell, for shit that went down when they were in another state.”
My brow furrows, and I shiver as something cold slices through me.
“That’s fucking awful,” I whisper, looking up at him. “Killian, I’m so sorry.”
He half smiles. “It is what it is.”
I nod quietly, looking down.
“So, were you going to like…” I swallow thickly before I look back up at him. “Kill him?”
He frowns. “No, princess.”
“Honestly.”
“Honestly, no. I don’t kill unless I’m going to be dead if I don’t.”
I shiver, hugging closer to him.
“Scare him?”
“You could say that.”
His eyes search mine, but I just shrug.
“Look, I know he’s not a good guy.”
“But he’s still your father,” he says quietly.
“Unfortunately.”
Killian smirks. “Yeah, well, fathers can be shit sometimes, can’t they?”
He stretches and looks across the room when his eyes light up.
“Oh fuck yeah.”
I follow his gaze to the instant coffee machine, and I purr happily.
“Ooooh yes please.”
He slides from the bed, and I grin hungrily watching his perfect, naked form pad across the room, his cock hanging heavy between his legs.
And good Lord does he have a nice ass.
It’s the whole thing—the muscles, the tattoos, the scars… He turns as the coffee starts to percolate, and grins.
“Caught you.”
“Well, yeah.”
He chuckles. “Something catch your eye?”
“Um, yes?” I stare at his cock, and he grins.
“I think I created a monster.”
“I think you did too,” I whisper thickly.
“I’m gonna shower,” he growls. “Come with me.”
I grin. I like the he didn’t ask.
“Yeah, okay.”
A minute later, I step in with him, the water streaming over us. But it’s a tiny, tiny shower, especially with how big he is, and it doesn’t take long to realize that any “fun” isn’t going to happen, even if his cock thickens against me as he soaps up my breasts and kisses me.
We step out, and he wraps me in towel and starts to dry me off. But he stops and frowns suddenly.
“I was thinking when I saw them before that these were from the trunk,” he growls, frowning as his eyes land on my buries. “But these are older than last night.”
I look down, my brow furrowing as I pull the towel around myself. But Killian stops me and gently pulls it away. He leans in and kisses my shoulder slowly and softly. He moves down to my side, kissing my bruised ribs gently before pulling away and frowning.
“What happened,” he growls.
“Nothing,” I say quietly.