Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Michael’s now in charge. Antonio’s untimely death put Michael in charge of the MC chapters. Everything now falls to Michael.
It could have been his master plan all along. But that would be stupid. They’re related. Brothers.
He could be plotting to kill me now, he would have heard what happened to his brother by now.
“We need to talk,” I say then hang up the phone.
Conversations on phones are stupid. Technology has a way of you getting caught up in its web. It’s advanced, and almost always that’s the way you get caught, for doing or saying something you shouldn’t have. Lucky for us we are far from stupid.
Chapter Nineteen
Saskia
It’s late, and he isn’t here. I waited for him to come because I didn’t want him sneaking in again. Eventually, I go back up to my room, and just as I close my apartment door that’s when I hear it, the shop door opening.
“Ryken,” I say softly.
He doesn’t answer as I walk back down the stairs. And as I get to the bottom, hands are on me and pushing me back into the wall. I go to scream until his voice instantly calms me.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you today.”
I melt into him. My body instantly relaxing. His hands become savage and search my body, pulling my shirt up, his fingers skimming my skin to try to grab on everywhere. I climb him and wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me, pulling my shirt from my head and carrying me up the stairs backward.
At the top, I reach back and push the door open as he manages to remove my bra, dropping it to the floor. His mouth is instantly on my breast as he lays me back on my bed. It’s heated. We pull at each other as he yanks at my shorts, and I tug at his shirt and then his belt. It isn’t long until we’re both naked, and his body comes on mine. Everything we do, touch, see, hear, is each other. We consume each other and pull and pull until nothing’s left.
It’s a love like no other. I didn’t know even know a love like this existed until him. That’s what scares me the most. He could really fuck me up so bad that I could end up like her. Like Livia. He’s almost destroyed me before, I don’t think I could take it again.
“Ryken...”
He lifts me up under my arms, and I slide down on him. His hands move to my ass, and as we both start moving his finger slips into my ass. He pumps it there while his cock thrusts into my pussy.
Have you ever experienced a pleasure where you don’t know where it’s coming from, but the build-up is so intense that you know it’s going to leaving you completely wrecked? That’s me right now.
He bumps me into the wall, my back slams into it hard and I don’t fucking care. I try to climb him more, bringing him even closer, and pressing down on him slower so I can feel each inch as we slide into each other.
“Barbie...” he growls, and lifts his hands away from my ass and slams me into him. We push off the wall, and now stand in the middle of my small apartment as my head drops back, and I can barely hold on any longer. My legs are shaky, my hands want to let go as I feel it coming.
He feels it and lays me back on my small dining room table. My ass is on the edge as he reaches for my tits, grabbing hold, and continuing to fuck me. My hands cover his, and I squeeze his hands over my breasts, my head falling back as it takes hold and my whole body shakes.
My entire heart is his right now. It’s the perfect moment for him to reach in and take it from my chest like it was his to begin with. His hands are right there, so he could. But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans forward and kisses me there. Right between my breasts straight over my heart.
It takes me a moment to come down, to feel his breath still there as we both try to control our breathing. When I do finally look up to him, he’s watching me. His hands skim my sides, then pick me up as he carries me to the shower while he’s still in me. He doesn’t do anything but kiss me, everywhere but my lips, as he puts me down and then spins me around, turning the water on. My shower is small, it wasn’t built for two people to fit in the small cubicle. Yet, somehow, we both manage with him against my back, and his hands rubbing me now with soap. We’ve hardly said more than a few words to each other tonight, and somehow, I feel closer to him, more so than I ever have.