Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
And just as I’m about to orgasm again, he bites down onto my shoulder, so hard I scream in pain. My pleasure quickly overtakes it, exploding within me in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s the most powerful, incredible, sensational, painful thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life, and for a moment, it feels as though the world stops.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
But it’s something I want to feel again.
Oh, yes.
Over and over.
I SLEEP, FOR A DAMN long time.
I go into the night and until lunchtime the next day.
It’s probably the painkillers Fury gave me last night, or maybe it’s because for the first time in a long time, I feel safe. Truly safe. Deep within my soul, I know that I’m protected here and my body knows it’s finally time to relax. Relax, I do. The bed is comfortable, the room is cool, and it’s the best sleep I’ve had in such a long time.
By the time I wake, the sun is pushing through the window, covering half the bed. Shifting, my body screams in pain. The aches inside me are going to take some time to heal. One of my eyes feels swollen, and my lip is burning. My ribs, though, they’re what hurt the most. Fury bandaged them as best he could and told me that if they didn’t get better soon, we were going to have to go to a hospital.
I want to avoid that at all costs, but if I have no choice, then I’ll go.
Climbing out of the bed, I straighten my clothes, staring at the chair that is still beside it. Remembering how Fury fucked me twice last night has me reaching for my shoulder where the ache of his bite burns into my skin. It’s a good pain though, and remembering it has my core tightening. I’m certain if a therapist got hold of me, they would have a lot to say about my sexual preference.
Either way, it was the best sex I’ve ever had.
And it was only just the beginning.
Fury sparks something inside me, something I’ve never felt before.
I want to explore more.
I want to know what a world with him in it feels like.
For the first time in years, I feel a spark of hope in my chest. It’s exciting, a little scary, but mostly overwhelming. I never thought it was something I’d feel again. I never thought I’d look forward to my future, to wonder what life might bring that isn’t disaster and pain. It’s thrilling, and I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face as I walk out of the room and very slowly make my way down the stairs.
My steps are small, and I’m slightly hunched over as I go in search of Fury.
I need painkillers, because with every passing step, the pain comes back a little more. By the time I reach the main living area, scattered with bikers, I’m biting my lower lip. It’s bad, and if I don’t find relief soon, I’m afraid I might just fall down. Approaching Mex, who is standing by a large pool table, I ask him where Fury is.
He points toward the kitchen.
Thanking him, I walk toward it, pushing the door open but stopping when I hear Fury’s voice trailing out. It’s not his voice that stops me, it’s the words coming out of his mouth. The mention of my name has me pausing to listen, and what I hear crushes every little strand of hope I was hanging onto this morning.
“You need to be careful, Fury,” Bonnie says, her voice low and calm. “She is married, and not only that, she’s married to a psycho. You can’t sleep with a married woman; it will only end in disaster.”
“Hear you,” Fury mutters, “but she’s not goin’ back there.”
“I know you want to believe that, but sometimes abused women do return because they’re so afraid, or maybe it’s all they know. You can’t just assume she’s going to give up her life and stay here.”
“Never said that,” Fury grumbles.
“You can’t go catching feelings for a woman who is taken ...”
I close my eyes, swallowing.
“I’m not catchin’ feelings, Bonnie. Got no feelings at all toward her. I feel sorry for her, the woman has nowhere else to go and when it comes to him, she’s weak. I don’t want to see an innocent person get hurt, but it’s got nothing to do with having any kind of emotion toward her because I’m not certain I could be with someone who has no backbone.”
His words are like a knife to my heart.
Pressing a hand over my mouth, to stop the pained cry, I turn and hobble away as fast as I can.
Tears burn under my eyelids and shame washes over me as I push past anyone who gets in my way, desperate to get out of here.