Fury (Prisoners of Purgatory MC #5) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Prisoners of Purgatory MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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A sob rises up in my throat, and I clench my eyes shut to try and stop the memory from repeating over and over in my mind.

“I didn’t mean for her to fall,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Take a breath,” Fury orders, his voice scarily calm.

I don’t know how he can be calm; I feel like the entire world is closing in around me.

“I was frantic, staring over the side, mumbling that I didn’t mean it over and over ... Ethan kept saying strange things, asking why I would do that, and how horrified he was, it made no sense ... he knew I didn’t push her. When I turned around, he was filming.”

Fury snarls, a low growl escaping his lips. “That shady, filthy motherfucker. I’ll kill him.”

“He has proof, enough that the police would believe I pushed her. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t. It’s his word against mine, and he has the video. Sure, he might get into a little bit of trouble for not saying anything, but he will talk his way out of it. Me, I’ll go to prison for the rest of my life.”

Fury exhales, closing his eyes for a moment, his hand curled into a fist on his lap where he sits on a chair in front of me, fighting for calm.

I wait, terrified that he is going to tell me there is nothing he can do.

Eventually, he opens his eyes. “How smart is this fucker? Would he have the video on his phone still?”

I shake my head. “Maybe, but would have also sent it somewhere or saved it on a drive and hidden it. He’s not stupid.”

“I figured,” Fury mutters. “A man that comes up with a plan that fuckin’ vile in a matter of minutes is the evilest of them all.”

“What do we do?” I whisper. “He’ll kill me, Fury. One day ...”

“Hey,” he growls, taking my chin in his hand and tipping my head back, “he will never fuckin’ hurt you again. We’re goin’ to figure this out, until then, you will not go back to that house.”

I shake my head, tears welling. “He’ll find me. He will, I know you think he won’t, but he will ...”

“No,” Fury grinds out. “He won’t.”

“He’ll come into the school ...”

“Alexis, I need you to trust me. My club has dealt with far worse than that wet rag you call a husband. We will deal with him, and you will get your life back. He won’t be hurtin’ you anymore.”

A pained cry rips from my throat. It’s so unexpected it causes my body to heave. Perhaps it’s the relief of finally telling someone the truth, or maybe it’s the idea that I might just get my life back. One way or another, I might smell freedom once more. Clutching my stomach, I hang my head as my body shakes.

“Hey,” Fury growls low, taking hold of me and pulling me onto his lap.

He doesn’t even hesitate to comfort me, and as my legs fall either side of his hips, I can’t control the urge that washes over me. I want him, I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need him to kiss me, but more than that, I need him inside me. I need to feel that there is hope beyond this pain, I need to know that maybe I can be with someone again and for it to feel right. I want so many things right now, but Fury is something I need with such depth I can’t control it.

My lips find his.

He doesn’t fight me.

Every inch of my body burns with desire and pain, but I don’t stop, and I pray to whoever is listening that he doesn’t stop me.

With a ragged growl, Fury carefully circles his arm around my waist as he kisses me, his tongue meeting mine in a ferocious dance that has me grinding against him with a guttural moan. His dick is already hard beneath me, and I find the right spot by circling my hips, letting it rub against my clit. The thin material of my shorts doesn’t prevent the friction at all, in fact, they only add to it. Grinding against him, pleasure builds in my core as I kiss him, my fingers going up to tangle in his thick hair.

“Slow down,” he growls, leaning back, tearing those perfect lips away from mine. “You’re hurt.”

“I don’t care,” I breathe, sliding my tongue out to lick his lower lip, earning me a low hiss. “I need this, Fury. Please, I need it more than you could ever imagine. I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to hold back. Fuck me.”

His eyes flash, and then his mouth is on mine again.

We kiss until my lips burn and my face aches. I don’t care that everything inside me is begging me to stop, I just want him to keep going. I don’t want this to end. Reaching down, Fury undoes his jeans, shuffling a little without moving me too much. He jerks his cock out before shoving my shorts aside. They’re loose, and they move easily. I was getting ready for bed when ... when everything happened. For a moment, just a small moment, I thought I might get away with what happened at the awards ceremony.


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