Sin & Suffer (Pure Corruption MC #2) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Pure Corruption MC Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
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I cupped his face just like he cupped mine. Holding him like that felt as if I held his very soul. “What do you mean?”

He swallowed. “When we die, we’ll have to start all over again.”

“Arthur, what—”

“It will start all over again because even though we’re fated to be together, it’s not official. You’re still a Price.”

My tummy twisted as my thoughts raced. Was he …

“I want you as my wife. Not just as my old lady—shit, I don’t have a Club anymore so that means nothing. I want you as my wife. I want you to wear my name. I want vows to bind us for eternity. I want there to be no doubt that we belong to each other irrevocably.”

Tears tickled my eyes as I arched up and kissed him. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

He half chuckled, half gasped; his eyes glittered with emotion. “Do you want me on one knee?” His hips pulsed, making us both groan with pleasure.

I shook my head. “No, I like this method.”

He smiled. “You can’t run away from me while I’m inside you.” Dropping his head, he nuzzled into my neck. “You can’t say no.”

I clutched his head to me, wrapping my legs around him, reminding myself that no other woman had embraced this man. No other woman had the right to his body, heart, or mind. Not since I captured it that fateful day in our youth.

“I could say no … if I wanted.”

He reared back, fear striking the depths of his eyes. “What?”

I laughed quietly. “In my mind, we were married the day you gave me my mood ring. That was the day I bound my soul to yours.”

Arthur grabbed my hand with the ring on it—the fake metal was tarnished and the stone waterlogged from all the swimming we’d done in the bay, but I wouldn’t take it off. I loved having it there. It was a constant reminder that we’d fought and won.

“I’ll ask you this one last time, Buttercup, and watch what you say because if I don’t like your answer, I’ll deny you an orgasm and leave you miserable.”

I wrinkled my nose, rocking my hips. “Now, that wouldn’t be fair.”

He growled as I dropped my hands and dug my nails into his ass, forcing him to thrust into me. “Goddammit, you keep doing that and I’ll come.”

I smiled wickedly. “I bet I can make you come before you can make me say yes.”

His gaze lit up with challenge. “Is that so?”

I nodded, already thrilling and regretting the gauntlet I’d set.

Arthur suddenly sat up, dragging me with him to straddle his lap. His cock hit the top of me and I flew closer to a release.

“Marry me, Cleo Price. Become Mrs. Killian and let me keep you forever.” His face contorted as he thrust hard, burying himself inside me.

I moaned, gripping his strong shoulders. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

A tortured groan echoed in his chest as he clamped my hips and drove deeper, faster. Every rock tightened my muscles, determining who would win the bet.

Our breathing weaved together as we locked bodies and gave into instinct—the basest need to join and bond and love.

“Please, Cleo …,” he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, primal. “Fucking marry me, woman.”

My head fell back as his cock stretched me in perfect ways. I rode him as he rode me, living in glitter and stardust as my orgasm sharpened.

Arthur’s fingers dug into my thighs, holding me, driving deeper inside me. “Say yes.”

I smiled. “You’re not trying hard enough.” Grabbing his hair, I locked eyes with him.

Green to green.

Soul to soul.

“Come for me, Art. Then I’ll marry you.”

He gritted his teeth as I tugged on the long strands, rocking in his lap. His body stiffened as I took over the rhythm, setting a relentless intoxicating pace.

His eyes tightened. “Shit, you’re … not … going … to …”

I bit his ear, increasing my speed. “Not going to do what?” I licked his jaw. “Win?”

He suddenly flipped me onto my back, pinning me down with his hips. “Say yes. Now. Do it. I’m about to fucking explode.” He turned feral, giving me no room to hide and no breath to gasp.

My body turned rigid as every nerve ending shot between my legs. His thickness, his length, the pure undiluted way he loved me all soared me into the stratosphere.

The playfulness disappeared.

Seriousness tinged every thrust.

Everything else disappeared under an avalanche of bliss.

His mouth crashed on mine, drinking my heart and soul. “Say yes, Buttercup. Make me the happiest man alive.”

The beg in his voice undid me and in that blissful moment of piercing pleasure, I thanked the universe for making me worthy of this man.

That he was mine forever.

Giving in to him, I let go of everything, sewing my heart to his for eternity.



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