Antichrist Read Online Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
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She sucks in a deep breath as I raise her leg up and over my shoulder, widening her other thigh with my other hand. Leaning back, I watch as my girth disappears between her swollen lips.

“Fuck, Mer.” My hands slam on the desk, landing on my blade. I pick it up and slow my speed, driving forward hard enough for her head to almost fall over the edge.

I rest the sharp tip against her inner thigh and watch as goose bumps rise over her smooth skin. She doesn’t flinch, not when I carve the first A into her thigh. I want it deep enough that it’ll scar, but not enough to need stitches. I scribble my name over her inner thigh and pull out, dropping to my knees and licking her from the A, all the way to the T just before her entrance, sucking her clit into my mouth. Standing, I spit on her pussy until her smooth skin is dripping with red saliva. As I sink back into her, her back arches off the table, her fingers clawing against the mahogany wood.

I fucking lose it. Seeing her spread out, all for me—still fucking mine—sweat slicked all over her tight body with my name carved into her inner thigh. I grab her around the backs of her thighs, pulling us to the floor.

“Ride me until I come.”

Her hands come to my chest as her perfect tits bounce and the sway of her hips roll over me. She dampens her bottom lip with her tongue as her hand finds its way to my throat. Her head tilts back when her pussy clenches around my dick hard enough to fucking cut off my blood supply. She has always fucked like a pro, delectably fucking mine.

“Fuck!” My hand flies to her throat and I pull her down to my chest, her body grinding roughly against mine. She licks me across the lips while never slowing her pace.

“Give me all of you, Niko.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as my hand lands on her ass with a loud slap. “Take it.”

She raises her hips slowly before grinding over my cock and taking me all in one go, her lips on mine. She kisses me with patience, while fucking me with greed. It’s enough to send me over. I lean up and suck her nipple into my mouth as my balls tighten and my cock pulses, releasing hot cum deep inside of her.

I lie back as she falls on top of my chest, her hair sticking against my neck with dried blood and cum.

Her thigh moves and I feel wet warmth pulse against my leg. I tap her on the arm. “Get up. I need to check my artwork.”

She rolls off but stays spread eagle on the floor. “You make a habit of scarring girls with your road name?”

Pushing up from the floor, I yank up my jeans but leave them undone as I make my way to the drawer of my desk, finding a first aid kit.

“Don’t play dumb, Ruckus. It doesn’t match your current outfit.”

When are you coming home?

I reread Cece’s text before flicking back to Mira. R you ok? Do you need us to save you?

I place my phone on the kitchen counter, steadying my breath. The more I think into the fact that since coming here last night, Niko hasn’t allowed me to go back to Halsin, the more I realize he may have kidnapped me. Regardless of my new “necklace,” or the fact that there’s a large bandage on my inner thigh, hiding the Antichrist he just carved into my skin permanently, I know it. I’ve been kidnapped.

I cross my ankles as they dangle over the kitchen counter, unable to move suddenly from the bruises and cuts marred into my skin. What is happening?

Niko is Ghost, but how? Ghost has been around since before Niko was born, and I only know who he is because of Luca and his father. On the subject of Luca, where the fuck is he and why hasn’t he tried to call me?

My phone starts vibrating in my hand and my heart drops to my guts because fuck, I totally manifested that bullshit to happen. When it’s Lila’s name flashing over the screen with the selfie she took of us at the carnival, I breathe out a sigh.

“Hey!”

“Oh, thank fucking God! Why is everyone being super secretive about where you are?”

“Everyone like…” I say, just as Niko struts into the kitchen, shirtless. Images of us just hours earlier flash through my mind. Blood smeared over his face, in his hair, on his abs…

“Like Dad! Rosalie! Nobody at the clubhouse is telling me anything, and I thought you had died.”

My laughter dies in my throat. The claw marks down Niko’s muscled back have me pausing. “Not quite, but almost. I’ll be back later today.” I say the words forceful enough for Niko to hear them. “Okay, bye.”


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