Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I slide her panties down her legs and toss them to the side, and then, looking into her eyes, I lower my mouth to her pussy. Her scent catches me, and I growl as I bury my face deep between her legs. She smothers her whimpers, but there is no missing just how fucking good this feels for her. I can hear her fingers grinding against the fabric on the table as she becomes wetter and wetter, and her pussy gets red. So fucking red I get hard.
I want to fuck her. No doubt about it.
But not until I’ve made her break her control and scream.
I plunge my tongue in and out of her tight hole, before finding her clit and swirling around and around until she can’t take it anymore. Her screams fill the room and my dick feels like it’s going to explode. I growl against her flesh and stand, wiping her off me with the back of my arm and looking down at her flushed face and her panting breaths. I can’t wait a single fucking second longer. I need my cock inside her, and I need it now.
I’ve gone easy on Briella, always did.
But she’s mine now, and she’s about to see just how fucking dirty I really am.
I reach for my jeans but a bellowing voice has my hand pausing against the zipper.
A frantic voice.
Mykel.
“Pres!” he bellows. “Fuck, where are you? Pres!”
“Shit,” I growl, pulling Briella up and helping her get her clothes back on just in time to see Mykel bust into the room.
The fact that he doesn’t notice Briella’s panties on the ground, or her flushed face, tells me whatever he is going to share with me is fucking bad.
“What? What the fuck is goin’ on?”
“There’s another one.”
“Another what?”
He looks at me, his eyes wide. “Fuckin’ body.”
Fuck.
No.
3
BRIELLA
We move quickly.
Even though my body is on fire, and my legs are jelly, we move.
We run outside at Mykel’s news and come to a screaming stop at the body lying in the yard. It’s a girl, we can see that from the soft blonde hair falling around her head. My stomach twists as we get closer, and Alarick puts a hand in front of me, protectively. He doesn’t want me to see any more horror, I know, but it’s too late.
I’ve seen her.
She’s only young, maybe early twenties, if that.
She has the face of an angel, even with the bullet hole right through her forehead. I press a hand to my mouth, to stop the agonized cry leaving my throat as I stare down at the beautiful young woman who has fallen victim to this monster, whoever the hell he is. She’s just beautiful, in all the ways it counts.
“Fuck,” Kendric’s voice comes out over the deafening silence and whispers low, “That’s Sally-Anne.”
Sally-Anne? Where have I heard that name before?
Oh god.
That’s Magnolia’s friend, the one who went missing and part of the reason Magnolia started looking into this monster who is doing all of this.
“No,” I whisper, my heart leaping out of my throat. “No, this can’t be happening.”
“This is a warning,” Alarick says, his eyes suddenly scanning the lot. “Get inside. Now.”
“What?” I say, confused. “Alarick, there is a body and ...”
“In-fuckin’-side.”
Everyone moves, mostly me because Alarick is dragging my arms to get me closer to the club quicker. I don’t know what’s happening, my mind is spinning frantically. The moment we’re inside, the doors are slammed and locked and Alarick turns to his members, young and old. “We’re bein’ watched. This is a message. We’re not fuckin’ safe. Samson, call the fuckin’ girl cop and get her over here. We got a big fuckin’ mess to clean up.”
I shake my head, still confused. “You can’t ... leave her out there.”
“She’s fuckin’ dead, Briella,” Alarick growls, before walking off down the hall with Kendric and Cohen following him.
I turn to Mykel, who is staring out the window at the young girl lying in the dirt. “She doesn’t deserve to lay out there,” I say, shaking my head in anger. “Dead or not, she doesn’t deserve to lay in the fucking sun on a pile of dirt.”
I move quickly, charging toward the door and unlocking it, pulling it open. I run out, with Mykel barking my name. I reach the body, and without thought, I take her arm and start dragging her. I pull and pull, but she isn’t light. That’s when the sound of a gun echoes through the lot. I freeze, my head whipping around to see that it’s coming from the thick bushland behind the lot. Alarick is right, someone is watching us, and they’re trying to shoot me.
“Briella!” Mykel roars. “Run!”
I do as he asks, I run. I move my body in a way I’ve never done so before. My feet thundering against the dirt, my thighs powering my body forward. I keep my head down, and I don’t look back. I reach the secured doors of the clubhouse and slam into Mykel as I get inside. He pulls me in and locks the door, both of us panting. Then, an angry voice, a voice so wild I know I’ll never forget it, fills my ears.