Contempt (Sin City Salvation #3) Read Online A. Zavarelli

Categories Genre: Angst, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 195
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
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That feeling settles over me, and I think about how different our lives could have been if I’d taken her with me that night like she’d asked. It’s something I’ll have to live with, but I’m not ready to admit defeat. If it takes me until my dying breath to earn my way back into her life, then that’s what I’ll do.

I glance at the clock, realizing it’s after ten. I’m debating how bad of an idea it would be if I showed up at Birdie’s unannounced when I hear the purr of an engine idling in my driveway.

I stagger to my feet, but before I can make it to the window to look, there’s a knock on the door. It’s pissing down rain, and I don’t know who’d come here at this time of night other than Ace. But when I open the door, it isn’t Ace standing there.

It’s Bianca.

“Madden.”

My name on her lips in that voice tells me everything I need to know. But before I can reach out for her, she’s hurling herself against me and wrapping her arms around me. Then she utters the two sweetest words I’ve ever heard from her.

“I remember.”

She breaks down in my arms, and I bring her inside the house as Birdie waves at me from the car. The minute the door shuts behind us, I grab Bianca’s face, and I kiss her. I kiss the fuck out of her until we both have to come up for air. And then, I kiss every inch of her face as she clings to me.

“I’m not too late?” she cries.

“Baby.” I pull her wet hair back and stare into the eyes that haunt my dreams every night. “You could never be too late. You told me I was yours when we were seventeen. I’m still yours. I’ll always be yours.”

She chokes out a sob, and I swallow the sound with my lips. She tastes so fucking good, I could stand here and do nothing else but kiss her all night. But Bianca is already climbing up my body, sliding her palms around my neck as she wraps her legs around my waist. I grab her ass and hold her there as she touches me everywhere she can reach, seeking out skin-to-skin contact. She tries to tug off my shirt, but it gets stuck between us. So her palms find their way to my back, and she keeps them there, fingertips branding my skin. The intensity of that connection ignites a charge between us. It electrifies my blood and makes my heart feel like it’ll explode.

I got her back. And I’m never letting her go again.

“God, I’ve missed you.” I drag my nose along her neck, inhaling her.

“I need you, please,” she whimpers. “Right now.”

“I know, peaches.” I carry her down the hall, hoping like fuck this isn’t some twisted dream in my head.

When I set her on the bed, and she crawls toward my belt, it’s as real as it’s ever been. She rushes to get it undone and then focuses on unzipping my jeans while she bites her lip in concentration. I can’t stop staring at her and taking in every detail. She’s so fucking perfect and beautiful and mine.

When my gaze moves to the soft curve of her belly, it hits me hard in a primal way. She’s pregnant with our baby. The thought of it drives me fucking crazy, and it sets me on fire. The burning need to claim her again has me flipping her onto her back and peeling off her clothes in a frenzy. I just need to get inside her. And Bianca encourages it by arching her hips and offering herself to me in a way I’ll never take for granted again.

A surge of possession moves through me when I ease my body over hers and cup her belly between my palms.

“Jesus, Bianca. You have no idea what this does to me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I kiss her there, and she releases a soft whimper. So I do it again and again, playing that sound on repeat as I work my way up to her breasts. She’s more sensitive now, and within seconds of me licking her nipples, she’s already clutching the bed sheets in her fists and begging me to come.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

I slide my palm between her legs and cup her pussy. She’s soaked for me, and I want to get inside her right now. But first, I want to make her come so hard she never forgets who she belongs to again.

I release her nipple with a pop, and she whines, but the minute I spread her thighs apart and lick her, she’s lost to it. Nothing has ever tasted so fucking sweet. I eat her out and make her come on my face twice before I even entertain the idea of getting inside her. Because I know once I do, I’m gone.



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