Fury (Bleeding Mayhem MC #3) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Bleeding Mayhem MC Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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He never once looked away from her, and that made this situation even more intense.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded.

She didn’t speak. Angelina didn’t even know if she could have said the words if he hadn’t demanded, ordered them of her.

But she wanted this, and if getting it meant she needed to push past her arousal to plead, then so be it.

“Yes, I want this.”

“Tell me you want to be mine in all ways.” He curled his hand around her breast, adding pressure, making it hurt, but in a good way.

“I want to be yours in all ways, Fury,” she murmured.

He made this deep, gruff sound in the back of his throat. “Say my name again. Tell me you want me to lick your cunt, that you want me to shove my cock in your body.”

Another gasp of pleasure left her.

“I want your mouth on me, Fury.” She closed her eyes and breathed through the sensations. “I want your cock inside me.”

“Yeah, you fucking do,” he growled the words out.

And then Fury had her in his arms, his hands cupping her ass, and was striding to his room. He put her on the bed and took a step back.

Time seemed to stand still as he just stared at her, not speaking, not moving, but certainly looking at every part of her on display.

“I want you on your back with your arms above your head. I want to see you spread for me, Angelina.”

Once she was in the position he wanted her in, she curled her hands into fists above her head, waiting for whatever dark erotic acts he had planned. Her sexual experiences could be summed up to having one partner, and very vanilla at that.

It was hard having any kind of relationship when every boy was deathly afraid of her family.

But the way Fury looked at her, and the type of man he was, told Angelina he was the furthest thing from plain and vanilla.

She lay there watching as he took his pants off, the temperature in the room becoming so damn hot. She stared at his chest. The sight of his exposed pectoral muscles and abdomen had a fresh gush of wetness leaving her pussy.

She was ready for him, so ready for his big cock.

Lowering her gaze to his crotch, she felt her throat tighten at the sight of his huge dick. Her pussy clenched with the need to be filled by him, but she was being patient for what he had planned.

“Do you think I’m a sick motherfucker for watching you, stalking you?” He started undoing his pants.

She didn’t respond. The tattoos covering his body made her so wet.

“Does it scare the fuck out of you that I drugged you, kidnapped you, and planned on making you my little slut just to get back at your father?” His voice was like a serrated knife moving over her body, dangerous yet exciting.

“Yes,” was all she said.

“Spread your fucking legs for me. Let me see how wet your cunt is.”

Bracing her feet on the bed, she spread wide until her pussy lips parted for him.

Fury moved closer, but didn’t speak, just kept his focus on her pussy.

And then he reached out and smoothed his fingers over her inner thighs, moving closer to her exposed body.

“I make no apologies for what I did, because that’s who I am.”

She hadn’t expected anything less.

He added pressure to his touch, his nails now scraping along her flesh hard enough there was a flash of pain mixing with the pleasure.

She tried to stay still, but Angelina arched her back, needing more.

The way he was silent, just watching, touching, was more attractive than any dirty word he could have spoken to her. Fury moved even closer until he was leaning above her, his mouth so close to her pussy.

His warm breath moved along her exposed folds, and a shiver worked through her. She made a soft sound, not caring that the noise had left. But Fury didn’t lick her, and instead moved his mouth up until he was right over her nipple.

The peak hardened and need filled her.

Angelina arched her back, not caring that she was being bold in what she wanted. And when Fury ran his tongue over the hard tip, they both groaned.

There wasn’t a headboard, so she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands.

“You’re so receptive to my touch,” he murmured against her breast before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Over and over he moved his tongue along the peak, sucking on the flesh, tugging at it with his teeth, and bringing her close to orgasm from that act alone.

“Oh yeah, baby.”

He sucked on her nipple more furiously, and she bit her lip hard enough she tasted blood. She was going to come and had no intentions of stopping it from happening. He sucked harder and faster, groaned against the flesh until vibrations went right to her clit.


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