Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“More,” I demand, flexing my hips against the hard bulge in his jeans. He rests his forehead against mine. Our labored breathing fills the room. An electric storm shines in his eyes.
He tugs my jeans open while gazing over my features, waiting for me to stop him if I don’t want this.
Do I want this? Yes. No. My thoughts rage war with themselves.
All it takes is for him to glimpse my tattoo and it’s over.
Would he kill me? Do I care at this moment?
Reaching for his hand, I swallow the fear and let pleasure take the helm, directing him to the opening of my jeans.
“You want to fuck my fingers, Rogue?” He’s not asking. Shoving his hand into my panties, he parts my folds. Brushing past my clit, my body jolts, my breath hitching. “How many can you handle?” He pushes two fingers inside, then groans as I whimper, relief flooding my system. I hold his wrist and move my hips over him, thrusting as he fucks me with them. His thumb drives down on my clit, stealing my breath.
Sweat beads on my skin. I attempt to rest my head against his chest, but his free hand fists my hair, forcing my head back to look up at him. His teeth dig into his fat bottom lip and he watches greedily, feeding on my pleasure. Warm ribbons of euphoria pulse through my body.
“That’s it, Rogue. Such a needy little slut.” He crashes his lips to mine, his tongue mimicking the movements of his perfect fingers, riding me through my orgasm, claiming me. “Say my name.”
“Pain,” I cry out his road name, reminding myself who it is I’m allowing to touch me.
Once I finally come down, my cheeks burning and chest heaving, he smiles, a genuine tilt of his mouth. “You should never be jealous of anyone.” His brow tugs down as he takes in every inch of me. “Fucking look at you.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand, so gentle, intimate. “That glow could light up the night sky.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach. My heart beats wildly. Slipping his hand from my panties, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my cum from them. My gaze drops to the patch on his chest.
Fuck.
I scoot off the table. “Good thing I’m not the jealous type then. I have somewhere to be, but I’ll…uh, get you next time, cool?” My eyes flit to his hard-on then to his amused face.
He leans his ass against the edge of the desk and unzips his pants, freeing his long, thick cock. My mouth floods with saliva as he fists his shaft while inhaling the fingers that were just inside me.
“Thought you were leaving, Rogue,” he teases, nodding toward the door. It’s a test. I’m not letting him win this one no matter how much I want to taste him. Turning on my heel, I rush out as fast as possible.
Walking past the kitchen, I pop my head in when I notice someone inside. “Hey, have you seen Kitty?” Rose is a stunning redhead who, by the looks of her, is ready to drop a kid any second. Her baby daddy is none other than Daddy—who disappeared a couple hours ago with a young woman with a crew cut covered in ink.
“I’m not sure. Maybe her room? It’s past the foyer and down the hall to your right. Number ten.”
Women aren’t allowed a room at the Devils’ clubhouse. Brothers only.
“Thanks.” I offer a wave and make my way to the foyer closet to collect my phone, my head in a haze and legs weak. As I walk down the hall to Kitty’s room, I feel warm all over and don’t know what to do with the fact that I came harder for Callan than I ever have in my life. I lift my hand to knock and the door swings open, stalling my fist midair. A half-naked man steps out.
“Shit.” He groans.
CHAPTER 10
IT’S COMPLICATED
Zipping his jeans, Cutter’s eyes clash with mine. He freezes, the cogs turning in his head. I make a subtle gesture toward the camera monitoring this hallway. A frown tugs at his brow. Digging into this pocket, he produces a device.
“For the cameras,” he says warily.
“Smart.” I nod. He’s cunning. A little bit of protectiveness for Kitty blossoms within me.
“You didn’t see me.” I wonder if Callan would kill him for being with his sister in secret. Or maybe his wife will. Some things are worth testing fate for, I suppose.
“See who?” I make my alliance clear. It’s not my business. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. And having secrets can be valuable for a girl in my position.
“Smart,” he mimics my word back to me. Asshole.
Knocking my knuckles on the door, I murmur, “It’s Rogue.”
There’s noise from inside, then a strained, “Come in.”