Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
When she was alone, all bets were off, and she let that wall crumble, let her emotions and the feelings churning inside of her come out in all their ugly, tormented glory. It wasn’t often, but it did occur.
He stood and walked toward her, and Butters felt her heart start to race, felt her hands shake. She hated that this man who shouldn’t affect her was doing just that. He sat on one of the barstools, staring at her with a hard look on his face.
His dark hair was short and kind of messy, and his eyes were a vibrant blue. It was a contrast to his dark hair and olive skin tone.
Whoever this man was and whatever he wanted this time, Butters knew she would have one hell of a time trying to keep her composure.
Chapter
Three
Mayhem never said he was a good guy, a knight that would ride in on a fucking white stallion and rescue some chick in distress. He never claimed to be anything other than what he was, and that was a bastard who had a cold heart.
Blame it on his upbringing or the fact he had a shitty childhood, but whatever it was, it’s how he was shaped into the man he was today.
The one person who ever meant anything to him before his club was his twin, Claire. But then he saw Butters, and he wanted her like he’d never wanted another woman before.
He based it on the fact she was hot as fuck, that she had a smart mouth, and didn’t take shit from anyone. She also had some tattoos showing, and that turned him on like nothing else.
But he knew his need to have her, to own every fucking part of her body, was also because she didn’t give him the time of day. She wasn’t like the sweet-butts, wasn’t a club whore who spread her legs just because some fucker in leather called her over for some ass.
And when he’d found out she was in trouble, being the bastard he was, Mayhem didn’t think twice about making her an offer that would solve her problems.
He wasn’t ashamed he’d overheard her on the phone talking to her brother, telling him everything would be okay because she’d figure something out.
And he sure as fuck wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d looked her up, found out what kind of trouble her brother was actually in, and found out everything about her.
Mayhem was a dirty bastard, and he had no shame when it came to getting what he wanted. He was a coldhearted killer, and he got off on it all. He got what he wanted because anyone who denied him knew he'd fuck them up. But then there was Butters … fucking Butters.
She wouldn't give him the time of day, and the only thing that accomplished was making him want her more. If she wanted a hero, she'd be disappointed in him.
He wasn't a good guy and wouldn't be one for anyone, not even her. She was why he was making this move in the first place, about to put her in a corner with what he had to offer. And if she wanted someone to take care of the problem she was in, well, Mayhem could be the violent motherfucker she needed. But it came with a price … and that price was her.
He motioned her over for a shot, and although their eyes connected, she didn’t even bat a lash at him. She could keep her cool that was for damn sure.
It pissed him off, annoyed him, but most of all, it made his dick so fucking hard. Mayhem was used to getting pussy on demand, used to just giving a bitch a look and she would all but crawl her ass over to him, ready to take his dick. But Butters? No, Butters was locked up tighter than the damn reserve bank.
She was tense, didn’t even want to look at him, but he could read a person just by their body language and knew this woman wanted him, no matter how much she fought it. He had to give her props for turning him down. For all she knew, he could be one of those bastards who just took what they wanted from a woman.
Of course, Mayhem was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a rapist.
“You going to turn me down again?” He got right to the point.
She lifted her gaze and glared at him, her eyes narrowing.
He grabbed her wrist before she could turn away.
“How many times do I have to tell you to fuck off before you understand I’m not interested?”
He would have laughed at that if Mayhem had been the type of man to find shit funny. “What if I said I can make it worth your while?”
She pursed her lips and pulled her hand out of his grasp. “You’re clearly not the kind of guy who hears the word no very often, but I’m not a fucking whore and, therefore, not for sale. Go fuck yourself.”