Page 38 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

His heavy breaths fall down on me while he keeps me pinned against the hall. I hear the buckle of the belt fall away as he tugs it from the loops with his free hand.

“Tell me what you want.” He snaps the belt.

“I don't know what y-you're talking about.” I stutter, losing my breath.

He takes a thick leather belt and swiftly wraps it around my wrists, pulling them tight. He then hooks the belt onto a metal hook in the ceiling, forcing my arms to stay stretched and raised above me.

A growl reverberates through his chest at my defiance. His lips press against my ear, “I can be more than you bargained for.”

I can feel the anger in every single touch and yet, a part of me craves it...heat pooling between my thighs, as every part of me turns to liquid.

Tell him to get away, Izzy,I tell myself, but that’s not true. My whole body is light, buzzing with need. It is a feeling that may be impossible to escape.

I swallow.

“I-I want...”

“What do you want, Izzy? I can't hear you,” he whispers, his lips so close to my ear.

His hand trails up my shirt, fingernails barely grazing my stomach, sending goosebumps over my skin. His hand stops at my breast, squeezing roughly, delicious pain shuddering down my spine.

I can't stop my moan.

I hate myself for wanting this, but somehow must know it, he’s figured my weaknesses oh so well.

“That's a good girl. “Do you want me to touch you more?” His voice is a dark growl in my ear.

I shake my head, but my traitorous body betrays me, pressing against him.

“I...”

He smirks, leaning in until his lips are mere centimeters away.

Some part of me breaks through, taking control, and I can’t take it anymore. I want him. Now.

My lips find his, and I let myself taste him again.

My heart thuds wildly in my chest, hard and heavy to the point I think it might explode.

He groans, deep and possessive. His grip tightens on me, making me gasp, before his lips are crashing into mine. He kisses me like he owns me, like I’m his, and I moan into him.

I can feel his hardness against my thigh, proof he wasn't as unaffected as he'd like me to believe.

“Is this what you wanted, darling?” he mutters against my lips before sucking on my bottom lip roughly.

I nod into him. Yes. Yes, God yes, I want more.

He growls again, and I swear I feel it in the very core of my being.

My legs tremble as he wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me up. My fingers curl around the belt, keeping my arms tied up. All the while, his tongue presses against mine.

This is dangerous. Wild. But I don’t want to care. Not now.

The moment I met these men, they’ve invaded my mind, consumed me, and all I can do is beg for some sort of relief from the heat they’ve set within me.

I don’t care if it kills me.

The way he maneuvers me against the wall, my hips right against the hard length of him, makes me arch into him unconsciously, grinding with fervent, endless need.

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