Page 39 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

He slides down my yoga pants, causing my heart rate to double. Triple. My breaths come out in pants as I stare into his eyes which are locked onto mine.

His fingers find my panties, slipping underneath them, feeling the wetness.

“I knew it,” he whispers against my ear, his voice low and dark, like the night before the storm. “You‘re wet for me, so fucking wet.” He sticks his fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

And I do, wrapping my lips around his middle and ring finger. He slides them in deep then out, to dip them inside of me. I moan loudly against his lips, biting my bottom lip to muffle the sound.

His fingers stroke me and my back arches back in wanting.

He drops to his knees then yanks my pants down to my ankles with my underwear. He pushes my legs open, slipping them onto his shoulders and starts to kiss my inner thigh, gently moving closer.

I don’t know if I’m going to survive this, but I don’t want it to stop.

“Tell me you want me,” he growls lowly, right before his tongue glides over my clit. “Tell me you want me to taste your sweet cunt.”

Breathless, and hardly able to find my voice, I creak out, “Yes. I want you.”

He pushes his tongue inside me.

I can’t breathe. I’m going to combust right here all at once.

His hands grip my ass, and he pulls me closer to him, his tongue invading me more. He sucks and licks. I writhe and press myself against his face as the yearning rises through me.

My orgasm is building fast, and it’s terrifying how quickly he takes me to the brink. His mouth is warm on my throbbing pussy, and his fingers continue to thrust in and out of me.

“Oh—f-fuck, Hawk—I’m?—“

He pulls away, right as I’m about to fall over the edge.What is he doing?He can’t stop. Not right now. I’m going to break, shatter and splinter into hundreds of pieces like embers falling from flames.

I whine, my eyes wild with lust and need.

“What—“ I gasp, trying to free myself.

Without a word, he undoes his belt, and my arms fall to either side. He turns from me and returns to the blade he was working on when I first arrived as though this interaction never happened. I’m dizzy, head spinning and completely out of breath.

Yet, he appears unfazed.

“Is something wrong?” I choke out finally.

“Don’t run off again, Izzy.”

“But I—don’t you…”

“Nothing that a cold shower won’t fix,” he says dryly, not turning around.

My cheeks burn with humiliation and arousal.What just happened?Am I really trying to get him to turn around and finish me? I chew on my cheek as reality returns like some sort of demented post nut clarity, except, my blood is still boiling hot and I’m riled up.

I pull my pants back up and smooth my hair.

“Stay in my apartment tonight, okay? Vance and Tank already know, you’ll be there. The door’s unlocked.”

A thousand different names to call him flash across my mind, but I bite my tongue. I can’t look at him right now, can’t even stand being in the same room as this fucking asshole.

But then I see them on his workbench, tucked in the corner, laying there inconspicuously.

A set of keys.

There are too many eyes.Too many of these goddamn bikers scattered about this place.

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