Holding On (Ruthless Sinners MC #2) Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Sinners MC Series by L. Wilder
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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Shotgun

I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I couldn’t even be in the same room with her without thinking about that fucking kiss. I still don’t understand how I could’ve let it happen. I was sitting next to her bed, watching as she slept, when I heard her mutter my name. Thinking she was asking for me, I stood and stepped closer to her, hovering over her as I waited to see if she would say it again. Before I’d realized what was happening, she slipped her hand around my neck and had pulled me towards her. Our mouths met, and I nearly came undone. I couldn’t remember feeling anything so incredible. I should’ve pulled back, broken free from her grasp, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I needed more, so I kissed her back—long and hard. What kind of sick, fucking bastard does that? She was basically unconscious, had no idea what she was doing, and yet I didn’t fucking care. I kissed her back, and I fucking liked it.

I’d gone to the infirmary this morning to see if she’d remembered what had happened, but it was clear that she didn’t. Infuriated with myself for losing control, I stormed out and went straight to my room. I needed to clear my head, so I took off my clothes and got into the shower. I’d hoped the cold water would take the edge off, but even after several long minutes, I was still wound up tight. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get Remington out of my fucking head. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. Hell, I could still smell her on my skin, feel the warmth of her body when she pulled me close, and it was fucking with my head. Hell, she’d been fucking with my head since that first time I saw her at Stilettos, and over the past week, it’d only gotten worse. I shouldn’t have been thinking about any of it.

My focus should’ve been on getting that fucking asshole, Mathews, but my mind was flooded with visions of her that had my breath strained and my cock rock-fucking-hard. She was lying on the bed, her smooth bare skin completely exposed. Her hand trailing over her perfectly round breast as she waited for me to take her. The wanton look in her eyes had me reaching for the faucet and turning the water to hot. I took my throbbing dick in my hand, gripping my fingers tightly around my pulsing shaft and groaned. I needed to feel the bite as I started to move my hand up and down my thick cock.

My breath quickened as I imagined myself settling between her legs, her body writhing against the soft cotton sheets as her little whimpers and moans echoed through the room. With each vision, my hand moved faster, gripped tighter, and every stroke had me closer to the edge. My dick pulsed in my hand when I imagined the expression on her face as she watched me lower my mouth to her warm, wet center. The erotic blush of her skin. Her hands diving into my hair, holding me in place as I tormented her with my mouth. Her toes curling. Fuck. That’s all it took. Every fucking muscle in my body grew taut as I came long and hard.

I stood there for several minutes, letting the hot water wash away my sins, and again, I found myself thinking of what a sick bastard I was. It wasn’t until the water grew ice cold that I finally turned it off and got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried off, then went back to the bedroom to get dressed. As I pulled on my clothes, I looked over at the bed and thought about all the hours of sleep I’d missed over the past couple of days. There wasn’t time for sleep. After talking to McKinney, I’d learned that our worst fears were true. The Punishers were in with a dirty cop, and together, they were working to take down the Sinners. Apparently, they didn’t like the fact our new Stilettos strip club was on their turf, and they liked it even less when they got word that we were selling top-grade blow and their sales had gone to shit. McKinney warned that Detective Mathews was as cut-throat as they came, and if he found out Remington was alive, he’d stop at nothing to make sure he finished the job he started. That was something that had my blood running cold and made me more determined than ever to take him down.

Knowing Viper was waiting for me in his office, I finished getting dressed, grabbed my cut, and headed out. When I walked into his office, Viper was sitting at his desk talking to Hawk and Axel. Their conversation quickly ended when Viper looked over to me and said, “I talked to Ada. She’ll be expecting you two within the hour.”


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