Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Dragging my shirt up and over my body, exposing my tits trapped beneath my purple lace bra, I move straight to my leather pants, popping the button and shoving them down my thighs. “Kit,” he groans, shaking his head.
“Shut up and fuck me, Cutter.” I reach up, wrapping my hand around his neck and pulling his face down to mine. He’s over a foot taller than me. I have to tiptoe just to reach him.
Gripping my ass, he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist. Lips manic and violent, we devour each other, as if all the answers could be kissed into existence. He tosses me on the bed, and I shuffle back until I’m in the center, shoving the pillows to the floor. Crawling over me, he pushes my bra up over my tits and head and wraps the material around my wrists, binding them. My nipples peak, desperate for contact, a shiver racing over my bared flesh.
My pulse quickens as he moves over me, his eyes blazing with desire and fury. Adrenaline surges through me, my pussy throbbing as his teeth find flesh, scraping. He bites my tit before his lips close around my beaded nipple, sucking, the scruff on his face leaving a slight burn against my delicate skin. His hands grasp, grope, and explore the planes of my body. An electric current runs through my core as his fingers find my panties and yank them to the side, his lips returning to mine. “I hate you,” he growls.
“Fuck you, Cutter. I hate you too.”
The curve of his smirk against my lips sends my heart fluttering. Maneuvering himself between my legs, he grunts, “No, fuck you,” and thrusts inside me, hard and deep, unapologetically forceful, filling me with pleasure and pain, demanding my surrender with every stroke.
Air flees my lungs, and the world melts away. My pussy welcomes him, bathing his hard length in the wetness he provokes from within me. We move together like animals, raw and unrestrained, lashing out with anger and lust, soaking up every ounce of pleasure, tasting every inch of skin.
Sliding his thick, hard cock from my body, he turns me onto my stomach with a possessive force and re-enters me, fucking me slowly, tenderly, like it’s the last time we’ll ever be together. My hands fist the sheets, the movement causing the bra binding my wrists to tighten. His palm slips around my waist between my legs, pushing through my folds and caressing my clit in circular strokes. Teeth pierce the skin of my shoulder, lips kissing and sucking, leaving his mark as we grind, our skin slick with sweat.
Pressure builds inside me, heat expanding through my body in electric waves, tipping me over the edge, my moan muffled in the fabric of the duvet. Cutter’s body stiffens over me, a groan seeping from his lips as his cock pulses inside me. The room falls quiet except for our heavy breathing, the air soaked with sex. If we couldn’t have anything else, at least we had this, these moments. Wrapping his arm around me, he kisses down my spine, a paradox to his earlier rough touch.
“This can’t happen again, Kit.” His breath disperses over my skin, his tone bitter and bleak. Moving his hand to my wrist, he releases my bra, freeing me before climbing off the bed. The overhead light spills over him, highlighting the club insignia tattooed proudly on his back. Tears burn my eyes, but I don’t give them permission to spill over. When he disappears into the bathroom, I gather my clothes and leave before he returns.
Fuck him.
CHAPTER 3
THE CARNELLS
CUTTER
Kitty’s avoiding me. It’s my punishment for being an asshole last night. Scrubbing a hand down my face irritates my cleanly shaven jawline. I had a week’s worth of scruff on the bastard last night.
Last night while fucking Kitty.
Dammit, I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair to keep giving her mixed signals. Where the fuck is she? I edge farther into the club bar, my gaze sweeping over my brothers. Callan told me to meet him here at seven. It’s twenty past. He, Grease, and I have a run to go on, and I need the distraction.
The atmosphere is light tonight, but the air vibrates, the brothers want to rip from their skins and let loose. Pres is planning a party this weekend. Parties always bring fresh pussy. Bitches wanting to dip their toes in the sin pool before going off to settle down or what the fuck ever. The brothers love dirtying the good girls.
“You want a drink?” a prospect serving behind the bar asks.
“Took you long enough,” I growl. “Bottle of beer.”
“Sorry, Di was showing me how to change a tap.”
“You seen Kitty today?” I ask, twisting the cap off my own beer when he places it in front of me. I like when Jess or Diamond are behind the bar. These prospects are lazy and not cut out for this shit.