Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Arden shuddered when she felt him lick the lobe of her ear.
“I know I have far to go in your estimation.” Arching her neck back, she tried to avoid his mouth wreaking havoc on her senses. “According to you, no one would want me. You didn’t think I would get one vote, much less three.”
“To be fair, I didn’t count on you being such a handy person to have around the club.” Doom’s hands splayed across her ribcages as he buried his face in her neck. “I thought you talked a good game, to get what you want out of the club, but had no intention of actually getting down and dirty with any of us to actually fuck any of us.”
“You were wrong.” Her hands went to his wrists when his thumbs began circling the sides of her breasts, stilling them. “I’m exhausted, Doom. Maybe some other time.”
He ignored her attempt to get him to leave, still focusing on the first thing she’d said. “So I found out. You want to know what I find really interesting?”
“Not really…”
Disregarding her again, he started massaging her ribs. “Buck rubbed against you like you were the fucking cat’s meow when you were sitting at the bar. I’ve known the brother a lot of years and have not ever seen him react that way.” His body and hands were clinging to her like monster tape.
Maintaining a cool expression was nearly impossible when all she wanted to do was grab him by the neck and pull his mouth to hers. From the look in his eyes, she could tell he knew how he was affecting her.
Anger overrode the lust he was working so hard to achieve. He wanted her like putty in his hands. Hell would freeze over before she would let him achieve his aim after he had told her The Last Riders didn’t want her.
“What can I say…?” Condescendingly giving him the most frigid bitch glare she was capable of pulling off, she said, “I’m just that good.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
CHAPTER 32
THE TASTE
Doom was the worst type of man, which was like catnip for women. He was a double I: irritating and irresistible. She wondered how many women he’d had sex with to reach the degree of self-confidence he wore as easily as Iron Man wore his. This time, however, he’d met his match. She swore to herself that her willpower wouldn’t break.
“Perhaps another time.”
His mouth swooped down, destroying what was left of her willpower. The bastard was just too damn close, smelled too damn good, and was too damn sexy to deny herself another taste of the passion he could raise in her at the snap of his fingers.
Letting her arms wrap around his corded neck, she kissed him back with all the pent-up desire she had been hiding.
Men never gave her second glances, which was why what he had said had stung so bad. To have a man like Doom want her soothed a part of her pride she would have sworn on her life hadn’t been hurt. It had hurt. People could be intentionally or unintentionally cruel when seeing someone who wasn’t attractive.
She could have experimented more with makeup and wore more flattering clothing. Mama had offered on a million different occasions to show her how. The reason she had refused was because she was the spitting image of her mother. Her father had fallen in love with her mother in high school, convincing her to get married the day after their graduation. She had been blessed to witness their love firsthand. She wanted the same love her parents shared. To her father, her mother was the most beautiful woman on earth. Was it bad she had been searching for the same type of love?
Winding her legs around his hips, she opened her mouth to his demanding tongue. Sleekly, he dove inside, conquering with his taste alone.
Arden knew why Eve had taken the first tempting bite of the forbidden fruit. Despite knowing it would lead to consequences she would ultimately regret, the promise of bliss was too hard to resist.
Lifting her off the counter, Doom cupped her bottom in his hands as he carried her through the open bedroom door. No second thoughts went through her head when she felt herself lowered to the mattress. Under no illusion about Doom’s feelings for her, she had challenged his authority within the club by returning. He wanted to exert his dominance over her in the most basic way possible.
She should be showing him the door instead of letting him remove her clothes and lie down on top of her to resume their kiss. He would only win their battle of wills if she let him, and she had no intention of doing so. She might not be the most popular woman in Ohio, but she damn sure wasn’t a pushover either.