Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"If you'll just let me go, I promise I won't come back," she whispers, wringing her hands together. The misery in her voice cracks my heart wide open. Poor princess is all worked up and out of sorts. She's lost her mind if she thinks I'm letting her leave, though.
She's not going anywhere. Especially not if Dante Arakas is trying to drag her back to Houston against her will. It'll be a cold day in hell before I allow that to happen. She isn't mine—goddamn, I wish she were—but she isn't property either. No one tells her what she can and cannot do and where she will and will not live, not while I have the breath in my lungs to stop it.
"You aren't going anywhere, Devin," I growl, dropping my hands to glare at her.
"Jail?" Her bottom lip quivers.
For someone who grew up surrounded by criminals, she seems awfully terrified of the prospect. Poor princess. Who knows what she's seen in her life? What she's been through? My fucking soul cries out in rage at the possibilities. If anyone hurt her, I'll tear their goddamn throats out. They won't ever get near her again.
"You aren't going to jail. You aren't going anywhere."
Never again. Never again.
I don't say that though. Fuck, she'd probably cower in terror if she knew I wanted to lock her up in this room so no one could ever get close to her again. So I could keep her and her light all to myself. She wouldn't have to worry about her family then. I'd keep her so blissed out that she'd forget she even knew what fear tasted like.
Watch it, old man, I remind myself. She's not fucking yours.
"I'm not?" Hope fills her brown eyes to the brim, completely bowling me over. "You aren't going to call the police?"
I silently shake my head, my heart caught in my throat. Jesus God, she's too beautiful for words. My dick throbs, cum leaking into my boxers as she stares up at me like I'm some sort of savior, those bright eyes shining. Right then and there, I decide I'll be whatever she wants me to be if it means she keeps looking at me like this.
I'll crawl through hell to satisfy her. Facing Dante Arakas? No problem.
She squeals and throws herself into my lap. I catch her with my arms around her waist as she flings hers around my shoulders, squeezing me in a tight embrace. All the air rushes from my lungs as her scent annihilates me, shredding every bit of control I possess. Her round ass settles in my lap and I just…snap. Like a piece of wire pulled past the breaking point for far too long.
Her back lands on the bed as I flip us over, pinning her beneath me. One hand tangles in her hair. The other settles on her ass, yanking her flush against me. I don't stop until I feel the heat of her cunt against my aching cock.
"You've been sleeping in my bed," I snarl, looming over her like a wild, dangerous animal. I feel like one right now. The civilized, morally rigid lawyer is nowhere to be found. I'm just…base instinct and pure fuck lust as I stare down into her wide brown eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted in shock.
"I…I…yes," she whispers.
Is it my imagination or is she squirming beneath me?
Ah, fuck. She is, isn't she? My baby doll is rubbing her little cunt all daddy's hard cock.
"Why my bed, Devin?" I demand, not believing for a minute that she chose my room at random. It's the least accessible, hidden by a massive magnolia tree. If you didn't know the window was there, you'd miss it in the light of day. You wouldn't ever find it after dark.
"I…I…"
"Don't lie to me, princess."
She whines low in her throat.
"Why my bed, baby doll?"
"Because it's yours!" she cries. "Because…because I couldn't help it."
Ah, hell. My baby doll has a crush on me. I'm suddenly fifty feet tall and bulletproof. And my fucking cock hurts like hell. Jesus, I've jerked the damn thing raw to thoughts of her for the last eight months, thinking about things certain to send me straight to hell. But my balls ache like a motherfucker right now.
I fall forward, catching my weight on my forearms so I don't crush her beneath me. She's so much smaller than I am, so much more delicate. It'd destroy me if I hurt her. The thought alone feels like acid poured directly into my veins. Knowing I made her cry earlier damn near gave me a heart attack.
"I'm an old bastard compared to you, Devin," I growl, nuzzling my face into her throat. She smells so good. Like ripe strawberries and fresh cream. I flick my tongue out, tasting the pulse hammering beneath her ear. It's going wild for me, pounding like a war drum. "You shouldn't be thinking about me like that."