Page 18 of Taming the Bad Boy

I spank her hard, grab her ass with both hands, and spread her open for a better look at the action. Her pink lips grab my cock with each stroke, as if her body is trying to keep me from even trying to pull out.

The view is magnificent. Just like her.

A few more hard thrusts are all I can take. I go offhardfor what feels like a week, as I spray my seed into her dripping wet hole. Ivy comes with me. She presses her ass back and snatches the sheets, moaning into my pillow as her walls throb with each wave of her orgasm.

I hold her there after I come down, keeping my cock deep inside her so my cum stays deep where it’s meant to be.

I lay my sweaty body down on top of hers and rock my hips back and forth slightly, my cock still hard.

“That was incredible,” she whispers.

“You’reincredible.”

We lay tangled together on my bed, her body nestled beneath my arm. I lazily run my fingers through her hair and down her back, memorizing the lines of her body, the feeling of her skin.

I never talk about my past.

Ever.

But if I’m going to keep Ivy in my life–if we’re really going to move forward together–she needs to know who she’s giving herself to.

“I was fifteen when I ran away.” My voice is rough and fights back against saying words it’s not used to saying. “Shuffled through foster care until I got fed up. My ‘mom and dad’ forced me to work and then stole my money to buy booze and drugs.”

“That’s terrible,” Ivy replies, lightly running her fingers across my arm.

“It wasn’tthat bad,” I sigh. “What was bad is how long I let it go on before I left.”

Ivy props her head up on her elbow as she looks at me. “And what did you do?”

I chuckle as I replay the incident in my mind. “Gave my foster-dad a right hook and got the hell out of there.”

Ivy’s lips twist into a smile. She doesn’t look shocked at all. In fact, she looks proud. Like she gets it.

I slip my hand around the nape of her neck, scratching gently. “When I ran into Saxon, things changed. The Heartless Bastards took me in, gave me a life, a purpose, a family.” I pause, taking in her absolute beauty. “And I walked away from all of that…for you.”

Ivy swallows hard. Her eyes falter. “Slate…”

“And I don’t regret it, baby,” I tell her, caressing her gently. “Not one bit.”

Her eyes flick away, like she’s looking inward. The room may be dark, shadows stretched across her soft white skin, but I see the vulnerability in her eyes. She takes a breath, like she’s searching for the strength to speak. I don’t interrupt her.

After a long moment, she whispers, “My mom cheated on my dad. She gambled, ran up an impossible debt, and when I was eleven, tried to sellmeto this biker gang to pay it off.”

My entire body goes rigid. The thought of another man trying to take her has me raging. What kind of mother could do something like that?

“What gang?” I growl.

Ivy shakes her head and shrugs. “I never got the full name. Something about skulls, I think.”

I sit up as a fresh dose of adrenaline shoots through me. “Tell me your dad killed them.”

She shrugs again. “I don’t know. He saved me, though. And I never saw my mom again.”

I exhale slowly, trying to calm my pulse. It makes sense now–why her dad is so overprotective. I would be too. Shit, I already am.

“Nothing like that will ever happen again,” I tell her. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to lay a finger on you.”

A small, knowing smile twists across her lips. “I know.”

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