Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
In prison, her name was a prayer I whispered into my pillow.
A promise I made to myself every morning when I woke up in that concrete box.
Now, with her here, as part of the club, she'll be mine for real. Nothing will ever come between us again. No family, no money, no bars, no time.
"Lift up," I tell her, voice low and urgent.
She rises on her knees, understanding immediately. I position myself at her entrance. She's wet—so fucking wet—and the knowledge that this turns her on as much as it does me makes my cock throb.
"Sit down on my cock, baby," I whisper against her ear. "Show everyone who you belong to."
She sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch, her breath hitching as I fill her. When she's fully seated, I cup her face, thumb brushing over her cheekbone.
"You feel that?" I ask, voice raw. "Feel how perfect we fit together? Like you were made for me."
"Yes," she breathes, eyes locked on mine. "Only you, Legion. It's only ever been you."
I smooth sweaty strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. My hand lingers on her cheek, a tender gesture at odds with the filthy words spilling from my lips.
"Your pussy's so tight around me, so fucking wet. You like them watching us? Like them seeing how good you take my cock?"
She nods, a moan escaping her as I thrust up slightly.
"Say it," I demand. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," she says, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I want them to see that I'm yours. Only yours."
That's all I need to hear. I wrap my arms around her waist and start moving in earnest, driving up into her as she grinds down on me. The couch creaks beneath us, the sound almost lost under Savannah's moans.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, voice tight with restraint. "Take what you need. Show them how good I make you feel."
She rides me hard, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I grip her hips, guiding her, setting a rhythm that has us both panting.
"Fuck, Legion," she gasps, head thrown back. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. Not when she feels this good, this right. Not when every thrust brings me closer to something I've been chasing for more than a decade.
"You gonna come for me?" I ask, voice rough. "Gonna come on my cock with everyone watching?"
"Yes," she moans, movements becoming more frantic. "I'm close. So close."
I slide one hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb. She jerks at the contact, a sharp cry escaping her.
"That's it," I urge. "Let go, Savannah. Let them hear you."
She shatters around me, walls clenching tight as she comes with a wail that echoes through the room. Her body trembles, her nails drawing blood as she clings to me.
The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. I thrust up hard one last time, burying myself deep as I come, her name a broken sound on my lips.
For a moment, we're frozen like that—connected, breathless, trembling. Then she collapses against me, face buried in my neck, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.
Around us, the room shifts back to life.
Conversations resume, pool balls crack against each other, women laugh as they settle onto their men's laps.
It's like someone turned the volume back up on a scene that had been muted.
We sit there on the couch, sweaty and satisfied, still joined.
I stroke her back, feeling her heartbeat gradually slow against my chest.
She fits against me perfectly, like she always has.
CHAPTER 9
I rest my cheek against Legion's shoulder, eyelids heavy. My body's gone liquid, muscles turned to warm honey as I melt against him. The room blurs at the edges. Drugs still haunting my blood, making everything feel like it's happening underwater.
I could sleep right here, right now. Skin against skin, his heartbeat under my palm. I don't care who watches.
Legion's hand slides down my back, cups my ass with a firm squeeze that jolts me halfway to consciousness.
"We're not done yet, princess," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. "That was a good first step. Probably got half the members on your side, but the night is young. And that means—"
"For fuck's sake!" A voice thunders through the bar, sharp as a gunshot. "Are we at a goddamn wake or what?"
I jerk upright, arms instinctively crossing over my chest despite what everyone's already seen. A mountain of a man stands at the back of the room—wide-framed with wild eyes and an open shirt revealing a torso that's more ink than skin. He stares directly at me, beckoning with one massive hand.
"Hey, Diesel, shut your hole," someone calls from a corner table.
Diesel. The one who's been watching Mercy. The one who taught her to shoot.