Banned Read online Madison Faye (Winchester Academy #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Winchester Academy Series by Madison Faye
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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I’m not angry. I’m hard.

I could bring it up, but I let it sit instead as I grin at her and gesture with my head for her to follow me. We head back down the hallway, and I just start bantering with her about the gig and songs we’re going to hack our way through. Fuck it, let her bring up last night if she wants. I’m not going to make her spill it to me like an asshole. And as we talk about music, and the gig, however shitty and small it’s going to be, I can tell she’s loosening up.

At the guy’s dorm, I sneak her out a side door, past the hedges by the maintenance parking lot, and then we’re in the clear, mostly. We hustle through the shadows to the side gate in the old fencing around the grounds of Winchester. From there, the Uber I’ve already called ferries us down the street to the commuter parking garage, and my Range Rover.

“This is me,” I nod at the car as we approach it in the garage.

“Very grunge rock n’ roll,” she smirks as the sleek, slightly yuppy one-hundred-twenty-thousand-dollar SUV.

“So much for that starving artist thing, huh?”

I laugh, shrugging. “Hey, I like the finer things in life.”

I open the door for her and help her slide her guitar into the backseat. She starts to climb into the passenger seat when she pauses, biting her lip as she turns back to me.

“Anders…”

She swallows, her lip twisting in her teeth as she glances up into my eyes.

“I… before we play tonight, I need to tell you some—”

She pauses when she sees the grin on my face, and her cheeks suddenly go pink.

“They told you.”

“Yeah,” I grin. “They did.”

She groans, cringing in front of me.

“OhmyGod, I…” She crumples, but I stop her, my hands sliding up her bare arms as I hold her steady.

“Zara,” I growl, my eyes burning into hers. “I don’t own you. You don’t belong to me.”

My pulse roars in my ears as I move against her, her skin like silk under my arms and the scent of her shampoo or whatever it is wafting over me and driving me fucking crazy.

“I’m not mad, Zara.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” I shake my head slowly. “I’m pretty fucking hard though.”

She blushes, and her gorgeous dark eyes brim with this eager sort of heat as she looks up into mine. And right then, I kiss her. And I kiss her like she’s all mine.

She moans as I crush my lips to hers, pinning her against the side of the Range Rover and fucking claiming that sassy mouth like its mine to take. My hands slide to her waist, pulling her against me as I press my body against hers. Our tongues duel, breaths come fast and panting, and when we pull away, there’s a wildness on her face.

“What…” she swallows, her nipples straining against her tank top and her eyes darting hungrily over mine.

“What are we doing?”

“This.”

I kiss her again, fiercely, savagely, and this time, I know nothing is going to stop this. I pin her hard against the side of the car, the both of us kissing each other madly, hands all over as we basically attack each other. She whimpers as my hands slide to her hips, skimming along the waist of her jeans until they get to the front. And when my fingers pop the button to her jeans, her arms wrap tight around my neck as she kisses me even harder.

My hand slides back to her ass, and she squeals as I grab her and lift her up through the open door and set that ass right down on the passenger seat. I move back to her jeans, tugging the zipper down as I kiss her fiercely, and when I start to peel the tight denim down over her pert little ass, she lifts her hips to help me. I peel the jeans down her thighs until they bunch at her knees, and with a growl, I shove her legs up and over one of my shoulders before I dip down low.

Zara cries out as my lips find the backs of her thighs. And when I start to kiss my way down, she groans deeply, her hands sliding into my hair. My fingers find her soaking wet little pink lacy thong, and I growl as I stroke her eager, slick little cunt through them. Zara moans deeper, panting as I drag a finger up and down her lips through the thong.

Oh, but I want more.

I slip my finger under her soaked little panties, and when I look up into her eyes and see the fierce heat there and see the way she nods ever so slowly as her eyes burn into mine, I know she’s mine. I tug her panties down, my cock lurching, and a groan catching in my throat as they peel away from her sticky, slick pussy. I shove them down to tangle with her jeans at her knees, and when I crouch down low and move in, I hear her breath catch.



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