Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
And then he was dragging her away with him, back into the club’s main building. She could feel everyone looking at them, but no one said a word, not one of them – not even any of the girls – tried to stop them. But then, Helios looked frighteningly intimidating right now. He might not be scowling, but the tension in his body was palpable, and it made her MJ feel nervous and tense in return.
She expected him to take her to the library, which was usually where infractions against the club’s rules were discussed, but instead he took her all the way up.
To the penthouse floor.
Where his bedroom was.
He flung the door open and pulled her inside. The door slammed shut behind them, and the next thing she knew, he had thrown her on his bed, and he was looming over her.
“You didn’t greet me the entire day.”
Her eyes widened. “Y-you know?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snarled. “I know everything about you. Everything. When I’m not with you, I’m watching you. I’m obsessed with you. I want you with me all the time. Every fucking moment.”
Her head was whirling at Helios’ words. She couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“And you dare,” he said grimly, “you fucking dare to avoid me.”
“I didn’t think you’d notice.” With uncharacteristic bitterness, she said, “After all, most of the time you’re with her.” MJ’s voice cracked. “Astrid.”
Her words were entirely revealing, and it left Helios looking at her broodingly. She had been jealous. All this time, all these days she had driven him out of his mind with jealous fury, it had been the same for her. She was jealous. Did that mean she no longer liked her secret crush? No longer liked...Yuri?
Looking at her with hooded eyes, Helios finally started to notice the little things about her that changed. The hurt in her gaze that she tried to hide, the dark bags under her eyes that testified to sleepless nights, the wary note in her voice, and the trembling of her body, the effect of his closeness to her...even though she had tried hard to pretend she was indifferent to him.
“Astrid is nothing for you to be concerned of,” he said roughly. His body was beginning to stir. He tried to control it, but his cock was already erect and trying to burst out of his trousers. No surprise there when it was always how he felt when thinking about MJ.
MJ was gazing at him with unusual scorn on her face.
It took him aback, unused to anyone questioning him. Only she did that. Only MJ. He bit out, “I mean it, you distrustful little brat.”
She answered him in a roundabout way, muttering, “Astrid rides very well, doesn’t she?” Translation: Of course you’d like her more than you’d ever like me. She’s a biker chick. I’m...not even a chick.
MJ’s expressive face told him exactly what she was thinking, and Helios’ lips twitched. “She does ride well, probably better than you could ever ride in your lifetime.”
She gasped.
He only gazed at her with a bland look on his gorgeous face.
But then she felt it.
Something hard and insistent, something that was rubbing and vibrating practically all on its own against her belly.
Helios was having a hard time concentrating now. The scent of MJ was getting to him, her softness seducing him. She was in his bedroom, alone. His blood heated at the thought, and it was all he could do not to tear her clothes off her beautiful body and take her. Claim her. Possess her.
MJ heard herself saying, “I don’t think so.”
He said hoarsely, “You don’t think what?” It was so fucking hard not to move, not to rub his cock against her sweet little pussy. Would it be moist, warm, and ready for him? God, he hoped so.
Oh my God, was she going to really do this? Was she really going to say this?
Slowly, she raised her eyes to Helios. He was staring at her with need in his eyes, and the evidence of his desire – of his need for her – gave MJ the courage to take the plunge. Mouth dry, she whispered, “I don’t think she’s better than me in every way...I think...I think I can ride you...better than she ever can.”
For one moment, sexual tension, powerful and silent, dominated the room.
And then with a hiss, Helios crushed her mouth under him, his body settling over hers. He growled against her lips, “No fucking way will I let you go now.”
Chapter Eleven
THE SWIFTNESS WITH which Helios got rid of her clothes took her breath away. But she should have expected it, really. Helios was the type of man who, upon making up his mind, acted without delay. A man of action, and oh dear God, the kind of action their nakedness promised had MJ torn between running away and gasping in excitement.