Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
God, I couldn’t get enough of how quickly he responded to me.
“I’m still pissed at you,” Chase growled when I pulled back enough to let him catch his breath.
Dropping to my knees in front of him, I threw him a smirk full of sensual promises. His breath hitched in his throat, and he widened his stance, his fingers coming down to lace in my hair.
That’s it, baby. Give in to me.
“You won’t be in a minute,” I promised. And then, I sucked his cock to the back of my throat.
His moan was obscenely loud when I swallowed around him. The tang of Chase’s skin burst over my tongue, and I groaned around him, my hands sliding up his hair-roughened thighs until I was gripping each of his firm ass cheeks. Chase’s hips bucked, a desperate whine I knew he’d never admit to sounding in the shower.
I was leaking onto the shower floor, so fucking hard it hurt, but my goal wasn’t to get myself off. My goal was to relax Chase and make him not mad at me anymore. Having him angry at me left me untethered and feeling hollow.
Didn’t he know I was doing this for him? If I were in his position, I knew he’d be doing the same thing I planned to. He’d burn whole cities to the ground for me. I saw it in him, even before he admitted to himself how he felt about me.
Chase loved hard and fucking deep.
“Touch yourself,” Chase rasped. “I need to see you get yourself off, Trigger. This ain’t a fuckin’ one way street,” he growled, his southern accent thickening his words. It was rare he let his accent slip. He preferred to hide it, but when he was lust drunk or even just tired, the Chase he’d been before he became a member of the Satan’s Worshippers MC shone through his hardened exterior.
I gripped my aching length in my fist, and Chase and I moaned at the same time. Ignoring the pain in his body, Chase drove down my throat so hard and fast, I choked and spluttered. His eyes darkened, the sounds only seeming to spur him on. I relaxed back on my heels, tilting my head back a little to give him a better angle. And he took advantage, wrecking my throat until snot and drool ran down my face and chin.
“I’m gonna come,” Chase snarled down at me, and that was all it took. My balls drew up tight, and I moaned around him as I spilled into my fist and onto the shower floor. With three more rough thrusts down my throat, Chase came too, growling my name as he pressed my face to his pubes, forcing me to remember how to breathe through my nose as I waited on him to finish flooding my throat with his cum.
Chase finally sagged back against the wall, and I stood to my feet, biting back a wince at the pain in my knees. I was getting too old for this shit, but that didn’t matter. Whenever Chase needed me, I’d gladly kneel at his feet and open my mouth for him.
“Do you get why I’m angry?” Chase asked when I began to gently soap him up, being careful to avoid the places he had stitches and staples.
“I do,” I told him honestly. “But being pissed at me won’t change my mind, Chase.” I gripped his chin and brought his face around so we were looking at each other. “There’s nothing in this world that will stop me from getting revenge. For making them pay for touching you. And I know, if it were me this had happened to, you’d be doing the same fucking thing. The only reason you didn’t for Sophia is because you didn’t know who was behind it at the time. But now, we do, and I’ll slaughter all of them for touching you and marking you.”
Chase’s shoulders deflated, and he leaned into me, resting his forehead on my damp shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, sliding my soapy hands along his muscular back. “If you don’t come home to me, Trigger, it will be the beginning of my villain origin story, understand? I will go fucking feral. Johnston will have to put me down to put a stop to me and my destruction. Because I will not be able to hold myself together and see Sophia fall apart, too.”
Gripping a handful of his hair, I pulled his head up to rest my forehead on his. I cupped his neck with my soapy hands and stroked my thumbs over his throat. “Everything will be fine,” I promised him. “I swear to you, I will walk through those clubhouse doors whole and alive.”
Chase’s soft breath blew across my lips. “Don’t you break your fucking word to me.”