Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
She quickly looked into his eyes and laughed. “You’re doing this on purpose. Why?”
“Simple, I like it when your eyes are on me.”
“I don’t get you, Dog. One minute you can’t stand me being near you. Now you’re telling me you want me. You’ve got to stop doing this.”
“Doing what?” He moved toward her and the wall stopped her escape.
The way he looked at her, how did it make her ache for him? It made no sense. Licking her lips, she watched him.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked. “Since you dropped that bombshell, I can’t get you out of my mind. It’s not fair.” He touched her chin, tilted her head back, and all she wanted was for him to kiss her.
“Why are you so different?” she asked.
“Tell me, Sable. If I’d been the man in your bed, would you have been able to push me to one side? Would you have left me alone?” He stroked a finger down her neck, resting on her pulse for a split second before traveling lower. “Or would you give me this body? Would you let me have a taste where no other man had ever been?”
She stared at him, her mouth dry.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” she asked.
“With how tight your nipples are, I think I already know the answer.”
She cried out as he pinched her nipple, but then his lips covered her through the fabric.
All sense left her. This wasn’t fair. She wanted to hate him, not give in to him.
She had two choices, push him away, or grip his head and beg for more.
Chapter Five
Dog wasn’t taking any chances. He wanted his mark on Sable before this bullshit plan went any further. He needed to stake his claim.
“When you thought I was a whore, you treated me like garbage,” she said.
It felt like a knife to the heart. He knew he’d fucked up. Big time.
“I wasn’t trying to be an asshole. Baby, I fell for you years ago, you’ve got to believe that, but being VP, I knew we could never be together. You know how the club works. It was better to keep my distance. If I allowed myself to fall for you, it wouldn’t end well for either of us.”
“And now?”
“Things are different,” he said.
She licked her lips and he followed the movement of her tongue. His dick thickening in his boxers. “Tell me why?”
“Because I want you to be mine. I don’t care who knows it.”
“I’m not club pussy,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes, raking his hand in her hair. “Not for pussy. I want you to be my old lady.”
She let out a shaky breath. “You don’t mean that.”
He tightened his grip in her hair, making her wince. Dog ran his lips down the good side of her face. “I don’t need to lie, do I?” Then he whispered in her ear,” If I wanted that cherry, you’d give it to me.”
Dog curled the fingers of his free hand around the edge of her shirt and began to pull it up, the backs of his fingers gently grazing her stomach. He turned her head, bringing his lips close to hers. He breathed her in. One kiss became two, then three. She was completely receptive, finally kissing him with hunger, moaning into his mouth. He devoured her, pressing his body against hers. He’d been holding back for too long. All that pent-up passion was impossible to keep bottled up any longer.
“Please, Dog.”
“Yeah, I like the sound of you begging me.”
He tugged the shirt above her stomach, seeing the scars put there by Hound. At least he’d had the pleasure of torturing the fucking traitor before Forge ended his life. Dog let the material fall back down into place. She had been on her way to bed, but he still wasn’t expecting her to be completely naked underneath. He growled deep in his chest.
“What’s wrong?”
Dog hadn’t realized he’d zoned out, his mind going to those months he’d taken care of Sable. It was when he’d fallen in love. No turning back.
He shook his head dismissively. “What have you heard about me around the club?” He hated that she’d know all the stories of bitches he’d fucked over the years. None of them mattered.
“That you have a big dick.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Does that scare you?”
“I’m not afraid.”
He smirked. She was so damn cute. He never realized what a turn on her innocence would be. “I’m not here for that.”
Sable frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I want to be the man to give you pleasure. I want you to remember what I can give you.”
Her lips parted but she said nothing.
He cupped her cheek, running his thumb over the darkening bruise her mother had given her. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Sable.”
“Even with my scars?”