Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
She leaned her head back to look up at me, a soft smile on her lips. I leaned forward and gently pecked those sweet lips. She moaned and yanked my head back down. “You love me for it.” Then, she opened her lips beneath mine and allowed me to plunder her sweet mouth. I settled her on the counter, already hard again and ready to fuck her for the second time. She moaned when she felt me swell inside of her.
I slowly parted our lips and ran my hand down her back, watching in the mirror as it swept down her tatted skin, blood smearing in the wake of my hand, finally coming to a stop right on my name. She trembled in my arms and looked over her shoulder at the image we made. We were both covered in blood smears, her hair a tangled mess, mine not looking much better. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her eyes bright and filled with love and happiness.
We made a fucking stunning picture.
I swallowed thickly, replying to her earlier statement about me loving her for all of her fucked-up ways.
“Yeah, baby, I do.”
Her beautiful fucking smile was worth every bit of hell I would ever have to go through for her. She turned her head to look up at me. “I love you, Samuel.”
I brushed my fingers over her cheek before I gently cupped her chin and pulled her fucking tantalizing lips back up to mine. “And I love you, Reina. You’re my beginning and my fucking end. Without you, I don’t exist.”
She softly sighed and then gripped my ass, drawing me deeper inside of her.
Fucking hell.
“Round two?” I rasped.
A sexy-as-fuck smile tilted her kiss-swollen lips. “As many rounds as you can give me.”
Fuck.
16
Sam
The next morning, River called off lockdown. Alejandro’s men left, and the clubhouse went back to normal. The days were quiet again, and the nights were filled with drinking and plenty of club bunnies to go around.
But I had my eyes on one woman—and only her.
My old lady.
The rest of the pussy filling this clubhouse didn’t even faze me anymore. I just wanted Reina.
I spent my nights with her, fucking her in every position I could get her sweet body into. And she was all too willing to sate the monster in me. Normally, I had to lock that shit up tight and restrain myself with women, but Reina loved it. She loved wearing my bruises and my marks, and she wore them proudly. I loved seeing her strut around the clubhouse with my marks all over her skin.
A different kind of monster had been awoken in Reina, and I was more than fucking happy to feed it and sate it.
Even now, as I watched her grab a beer for one of the guys, I couldn’t remove my eyes from her. She was back to wearing her normal clothes instead of the baggy, concealing clothes she’d been wearing for the past few months. A tight crop-top barely covered her tits, and a pair of black jean shorts that showed the curve of her ass cheeks rode low on her hips, her new belly ring glinting in the lighting surrounding the bar. Fishnet stockings covered her legs, and combat boots made her about an inch taller than she normally was.
And every time she turned her back to me, my name was proudly displayed on her lower back, and the club emblem covered the rest.
Feeling my eyes on her, she glanced over her shoulder at me, and a suggestive smirk tilted her lips. She blew me a kiss before looking back at what she was doing.
“Surprised you’re up,” River commented as I emerged from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.
“Reina’s got a doctor’s appointment today,” I told him. He arched a brow at me. “OB,” I further explained. “And no, she’s not pregnant.” The moment he called off lockdown a few days ago, I’d called the doctor I knew Adelaide had used for both of her pregnancies and scheduled Reina what they called a “problem” appointment.
Didn’t understand why it couldn’t just be a normal fucking appointment, but whatever. Just made me feel like they thought any woman who wasn’t normal was a problem. Shit rubbed me the wrong damn way, but Reina told me it was normal.
I stepped down the hall, heading towards our room where Reina was grumpily getting ready. I knew she just wanted to sleep, but she needed to go see a doctor for her periods. They shouldn’t be this irregular. And when she’d had one, it had been extremely painful.
I wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
“I’m almost ready,” she muttered as she yanked on her combat boots. I groaned at the sight of her. She was wearing a pair of black shorts with fishnet stockings beneath them. A crop top showcased her back and my stamp as well as her belly. God, I loved that she was back to being herself, despite the few changes that had happened to her personality. Her style of dress used to annoy me, but now, I’d never been happier to see her like this.