Broken Wings Read online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty (Royal Bastards MC – Louisville KY #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Royal Bastards MC - Louisville KY Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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But he doesn’t.

His hips pound mercilessly into me, so forceful he’s not only smashing me into the wall, he’s smashing against my clit.

Forcing everything he has into me.

His love. His affection.

His loathing.

His hate.

Hate because I’ve made him weak.

Spots dance in front of my eyes and my lungs scream for air, but the pleasure inside me continues to build and build.

I’m so close, I can practically taste the relief on the horizon.

“Hey, Coy. That thing—” someone suddenly says behind him.

“Get out,” Coy snarls back, his hard, almost frantic pace never wavering.

“Shit. Yeah… sorry, brother.”

The door slams and blackness begins to creep into my vision.

Coy finally eases his grip around my throat and I suck in air just as my orgasm hits.

Crying out with my next breath, my walls squeeze around him. Milking him as I’m swept up into a tidal wave of pure liquid bliss.

This is the moment I live for. The moment when my craving for him is sated for just a few precious seconds.

My hair is tugged, my neck forced to arch back, and then Coy’s breath is in my ear. He pants as he swells up and pulses inside me.

And for the first time, I feel his warmth.

Fuck, he’s so warm.

After milking everything I can out of him, the walls of my pussy give one last spasm around his cock and we both still. Savoring this brief moment of freedom.

Then, as quickly as it came, it disappears again.

The craving slowly begins to slither back in.

Coy makes the first move. Pulling back, he slides out of my body and a gush of warm wetness leaks out of me.

We both glance down and my cheeks burn with heat.

This has never happened before…

“Jesus,” Coy groans and then he’s sweeping me into his arms.

Picking me up, he carries me into the bathroom and sets me down on the counter.

My heart feeling as raw as my throat, I watch him silently as he moves around the bathroom. And again, I’m struck by how much he’s changed since I first met him. How much he’s grown.

A year ago, he was tall and lean, almost skinny. Now he’s covered in so much muscle his black shirt strains against his pecs.

Maybe I should buy him some new shirts. I don’t think he’s even aware of his new size.

Grabbing a washcloth out of a drawer, he soaks it under the sink faucet before wringing it out and carrying it over to me.

Nudging my legs open, he steps into me. My blush burns even hotter and I have to look away, unable to watch as I spread myself open for him.

Exposed.

With him, I’m always fucking exposed.

I stare at the wall, tense and waiting for him to clean me. To wipe away the aftermath of what we did.

After a couple of minutes, when nothing happens, I peek over at him to see him staring intently between my thighs.

My first instinct is to snap my legs shut, and I give into it.

With a soft growl, he grabs me by the knees and pulls them back open.

“Coy...” I protest.

Jaw clenched, he tosses the wet washcloth away.

Then his fingers are on me, working and rubbing his cum in.

“Oh my god, Coy, stop,” I whine.

He’s torturing my poor, over-sensitive clit.

Dark head bent down, eyes still locked between my thighs, he asks, “Why? I’m just marking what’s mine…”

“Because…” I gasp and try to squirm away from him. “Because I have to go.”

His head snaps up and I watch pain quickly followed by anger flash across his eyes.

“No, you don’t,” he snaps and focuses all of his attention on my clit. “You’re staying right here with me, Allie.”

“I do,” I half-whine, half-beg as I twist away from his torturous digits. “You know I have to go. My parents will notice if I’m not there when they get back.”

“Fuck them,” he growls and pinches my clit. “You belong right here.”

“Dammit, Coy!” I cry out, arching my spine and gripping the counter as a bolt of intense sensation courses through my body. “You know they’ll call the fucking police again!”

“I don’t fucking care,” he insists and redoubles his efforts, his fingers working me with an almost inhuman speed.

“You… you might not,” I struggle to say as the pleasure inside me grows. Fuck, I’m going to come again and this time it’s going to hurt. “But your dad and brothers will when they trash the clubhouse again.”

Peering up at him, panting, my eyes plead with him to release me.

If he doesn’t stop now, we won’t stop. We’ll keep going all night and be totally fucked.

Coy makes a sound of disgust and tears himself away just as I almost reach my peak.

Shaking and trembling, I squeeze my knees together and watch him start to pace.

There’s so much malevolent energy rolling off him right now the air seems to buzz with it, and I find myself holding my breath.



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