Bad Apple Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saints MC, #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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The one I’d woken up and scared ten years off his life.

“Why the fuck do you care?” I asked. “I just wanted to see if you were where you said you were going to be.”

His body, which had been loosening, tightened back up again.

“What did you say?” He asked carefully.

I turned, and with him not letting go of my hair, it made his grip seem tighter even though he hadn’t moved so much as an inch.

My belly pushed him even further away, but he didn’t seem to notice as he glared into my eyes.

The only thing that was lighting the dark room around us was a single harsh bulb high above our heads, casting an eerie yellow glow in about a five-foot radius all around us.

The shadows on Apple’s face made him appear more sinister, and even though I was loathe to admit it, he looked even hotter.

And the anger I could see in his eyes, as well as the stiff way he held his body, was clearly not conveying the correct information.

At least not to me.

“You heard me,” I said, poking him with a stiffened finger in the chest.

His bare chest.

And as I looked down, his even barer lower half.

I say barer because his chest had a smattering of chest hair that I’d never actually seen before.

We’d had sex all of two times together, and I’d yet to see him without his shirt on.

I could see scars.

In fact, my finger was directly in the middle of one scar that started at his collarbone and curled around his pectoral muscle, making a divot where it trailed through.

I could also see something wrong with his right shoulder, but the second my eyes lit on the mangled flesh, his hand that’d been around my body was now fastened to my chin. Holding my face in place so I couldn’t let my eyes drift beyond where he wanted me to look.

“Don’t look at me,” he ordered.

I laughed in his face.

“I can look at you if I want to look at you. You’re mine, aren’t you?” I challenged him. “Or was what you said two days ago a lie? Maybe you don’t really want me like you say you want me.”

His eyes narrowed, and a glow seemed to light from somewhere deep within him.

His hand that’d been in my hair pulled me impossibly closer, and the one that was on my chin let go of me and took up a place in my hair as well.

“How about you drop to your knees and see how much I don’t want you?” He suggested vulgarly. “Take my hard cock in your mouth and see.”

I think he thought that maybe by being crude like that, I’d leave him alone long enough for him to regain control.

Control that he so desperately needed.

He was obviously worried that he’d scare me away if he showed me this side of him, and I just knew that I had to break through the wall.

I had to let him know that I could handle all of him.

The scars. The anger. The self-loathing.

I had to prove to him that I could handle all that he had to give, even if what he had to give wasn’t all that great, before he’d give himself over fully to me.

Although this wasn’t what I’d come here to accomplish, it seemed like as good of a time as any to get this over with.

I’d been holding my anger in for months.

I was so pissed off, and still was, that he’d dropped me as if I was nothing to him, all because of some look I gave him and he misread.

To be honest, I had a lot of pent up anger that I would love to unleash on him.

Starting now.

“How about I get on my knees so you can treat me like a whore? A faceless nobody that can’t see your body. Doesn’t know anything about you,” I said snidely. “Is that what you want me to be? Someone who looks pretty on your arm, who has your kid, but doesn’t ask you for anything else? Maybe someone who’s not fucked up like I am?”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t want anybody else.”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me, Apple,” I hissed, poking his left pec with my right pointer finger as I rose up on my toes to get my face into his. “Most people that want someone go after them. What have you done?”

I really didn’t know why I was antagonizing him the way I was.

Clearly I’d lost my mind, as well as the filter on my mouth. Otherwise, I would’ve seen the state I was working him into.

But I didn’t.

I just kept going. And going. And going.

Until suddenly, he just snapped.

One second I was poking him in the chest, and the next I was on my knees while he grabbed a hold of his cock.



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