Sins of the Father Read Online Marie James (Ravens Ruin MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ravens Ruin MC Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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“Watching her gnaw on that pink, little button of yours—” He groans in my ear, the sound shooting goosebumps all over my body despite the warmth of the water cascading down around us. “I could come right now just thinking about it.”

I’ve given that day a lot of thought. The shame and arousal at the memories have been confusing, to say the least. I’m still struggling with accepting that things are different in the compound than they are in the civilian world. No matter how much I tried to ignore the questions, they always popped right back up. The only way to put them to bed is to get the answers I need.

“Would you feel the same way if it were another guy?” His fingers pinch me again, only this time I’m prepared for it. My pussy clenches with need when he pulls his hand away too soon.

“You’re playing with fire,” he whispers in my ear. “Are you purposely trying to piss me off?”

“I’ve always wanted to try a threesome,” I confess to the shower wall.

“You had one,” he grunts as he brushes over my clit again.

“That was not what I pictured.”

He’s silent now, and I’d give just about anything to have access to his thoughts.

“You want two guys to fuck you?” He swivels his hips letting me know his erection hasn’t flagged the slightest with my confession.

“I have a list,” I spit.

Why the fuck did you just say that?

I roll myself against him, praying that he’ll ignore my last statement and just bend me over and fuck me.

“A list?” There’s humor in his voice, but his fingers working their magic down below are all business.

Fuck he’s good because I’m going to tell him every nasty thing I’ve dreamed of. I’ll confess anything so long as he keeps touching me.

“A list,” I confirm.

“What kind of list?”

“Of all of the things I want to experience,” I pant as his middle finger slips inside of me.

I’m wound so fucking tight, I know it’s only a matter of moments before I’m splintering.

“Like college and marriage and stuff?” His mouth is right against my ear as he works his sexual magic on my body.

“Like threesomes and bondage,” I correct.

His chuckle is the only thing that makes me review what I just said. See how dangerous he is? With his hands on me, it’s as if he’s my confessor.

“Good to know.” He doubles his efforts, and I’m imploding seconds later.

He doesn’t give me long to recover before he’s putting pressure on my shoulders and urging me to my knees.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he insists.

God, I want that, too.

When I turn to face him, he’s grinning down at me?

“Really?” He hasn’t given me a second to enjoy the aftereffects of my own release, selfish bastard.

“It’s on my list.”

“Well,” I say with a wide grin as I lean closer. “I’d love to help you tick off all of the things on your list.”

He grunts his appreciation when my mouth wraps around his cock.

As I suck him off, giving him my best effort, I hope that he just forgets about the entire conversation altogether, because talking about the things I’ve desired for so long while face to face with him seems like an impossibility.

“Perfect,” he praises as he thrusts his hips forward one last time before coming down my throat.

The next couple of minutes are spent with economical movements. We wash, rinse, and dry ourselves without another word, without another touch. I know how the night, or should I say morning, ends. He’s always attentive, focused solely on me until he comes. It’s like all of his care and comfort seeps out of the end of his cock, and he has nothing left to give. Then I’m back to something he can toss away and ignore until his nuts fill back up and he needs attention.

I don’t bother with the t-shirt he forced me to take off earlier, opting to leave it lying on the bathroom floor. Instead, I beeline it to his closed bedroom door. Molly’s room is only a few doors down, so making a naked sprint to her room seems like the best plan.

“Where are you going?” I turn to see him standing in the bathroom doorway running a towel over his damp hair.

He exudes power, his bicep flexing with masculine definition.

“Back to Molly’s room to get some sleep,” I answer.

“Nope.” He points to his bed.

“I can’t stay in here.”

“And I can’t fuck you when I wake up if you’re not beside me.” His towel falls to the floor as he stalks toward me.

His cock thickens with every step, and I’m pretty sure the fucking is going to happen long before we fall asleep.

Chapter 23

Lynch

Dim sunlight filters into my room when I finally manage to open my tired eyes. I almost convince myself that I didn’t just waste the entire day sleeping.


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