Page 24 of Reaper's Ride
Wow.
I thought he was magnetic and powerful before, but it was nothing compared to now. His gaze nearly hypnotized me, stealing my concentration. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
And his hair. It was no longer dark. Only the roots were dark now. The color looked like it had been bleached out, a sexy combination of gray and white that firmly launched Pagan into silver fox status.
My fingers slid through his hair, lightly pulling on the braided strands. “I like the change.”
“What change?”
“Your hair.” Didn’t he notice yet?
“Haven’t had time to look in the mirror,” he explained.
“I approve. You’ll just have to deal with it,” I joked.
He smacked my ass as he moved through the halls, knowing exactly which way to go. “I’m taking you to my new room.”
“Just yours?” I dared to ask.
His answer determined everything.
“Ours, darlin’. I thought you were clear on that.”
“That’s not what you said,” I pointed out.
We arrived at the room, and he set my feet down, turning the key already in the door. It was obvious it had been prepared for his arrival. I bet Grim took care of it. He never forgot to make his new members feel welcome.
There was a time when I took care of that and anything else a member wanted.
Pagan’s boot kicked the door closed as he faced me. “Woman. Hear me. You’remine. Everything I have isyours. There’s no fucking distinction. If I say the wrong thing, it’s because I’m thinkin’ about you, wanting to fuck you, or planning to fuck you, and I’m not bothering to worry about my words.”
Excellent answer.
I slid my palms up to his chest, gliding them over his shirt. “I can handle that.”
He picked me up, pushing my back against the wall as I wrapped my thighs around his waist. “You feel this hard dick? I’m fucking ravenous for you, Lainey. I don’t think this first round is gonna be more than a hard fucking.”
Um, sign me up. Daily.“Okay.”
“I need you to know that it doesn’t change a thing about how I feel about you, but my cock is the one in charge and he wants buried deep inside you, baby.”
I was already tugging the material of my skirt up over my hips, giving him better access. “Right here? Against the wall?”
“Yeah.”
“Then rip off my panties and fuck me, Pagan.”
He growled in response, reaching for my thong and ripping it off so fast I barely noticed the air on my skin before he was lining up the crown of his cock and sliding into me. Already wet for him, I made it easy for him to bury deep.
There wasn’t any delay before he started pumping fast, pinning me against the wall with his large body. I held onto him, unable to hold back my breathless moans with every pleasurable snap of his hips. My nails dug into his shoulders as I met his thrusts with equal fervor.
“That’s it. Fucking mark me, Lainey. Show the world that I belong to you, too.”
No guy ever said that to me. They wanted me on my knees. Ass in the air. Sometimes, I had just been a cum dumpster. Iwasn’t a fool. I knew what I was walking into when I became a club girl. I just never counted on the way it would make me feel once it was over.
Used. Forgotten. Not good enough.
But that changed the moment I met Pagan. He never made me feel cheap or used up. There was no judgment for my past choices and no condemnation for the number of men I let into my bed. For the first time in years, I felt worthy of love and being loved in return.
