Page 30 of F*ck Steal Kill

Jerking her toward me, I ran my nose up her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. I didn’t know what it was, but I craved it, wanting my whole body to smell of her. She shivered in my hold, her hands gripping my black t-shirt like a lifeline. My dick pressed against her, attempting to find a way through both of our clothes so it could find its home between her legs.

“Are you going to do as I say, Temptress, or do I need to show you what happens when you don’t listen to me?”

I didn’t know which answer I wanted from her, the need to claim and punish her battling inside of me.

“That’s the beauty of this, MF. I don’t have to do either. Now, unhand me and let me go. I have a dick to find.”

Her words were empty, but they had the effect she’d wanted, sending me over the edge. No longer was I a cool-headed shadow among the patrons of this bar but a man possessed by the need to claim his woman and teach her a lesson in the process.

“Over my fucking dead body.” I’d gritted out the words, the sound like gravel from my throat as all sense of safety, duty, and preservation left me. It was only her and me at this moment—the rest of the world be damned.

My body vibrated with the need to spear my cock so deep in her she’d think twice before being so reckless again. Slamming my lips into her, I stole her breath, needing her to rely on me for oxygen. My hands gripped her ass as she melted into me, her breasts pressing into my chest. I was two seconds away from plunging my fingers into her warm pussy, but I had the wherewithal to remember our surroundings.

None of these fuckers got to see any piece of her a second longer.

Lifting her up under her ass, her legs wrapped around me, and I stalked out of the place, not giving a second look to any of those patrons or Matt Donaldson.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt he wasn’t our killer, so there was no sense in wasting time when I could be balls deep in Holland.

“Put me down, MF,” she hissed, despite no attempts to thwart my handling of her. I didn’t know if she was still playing a part or if, for her own conscience, she had to pretend to fight me.

That’s okay, baby. I like it when you fight back.

“I’ll put you down once no one else is around and not a second before.”

She huffed in protest, but her legs squeezed around my hips, and I stumbled, my cock twitching between us. I pushed out the door, leaving that disgusting bar behind us. I needed three showers to wash the stink off me.

Glancing at our surroundings, I debated fucking her up against the brick wall, using it to punish her as my cock sunk deep inside, but the thought of marring her perfect skin was out of the question.

Letting out a frustrated growl, I stomped to my bike and sat her on the back. She let out a surprised breath as her ass made contact with the leather. I grabbed my helmet and secured it on her head within seconds, not giving her time to question me. Her doe eyes blinked up at me, and I gave into the impulse to hold her gaze, despite the worry I’d find fear there.

Lust and safety stared back, setting my heart racing again. Her trust was my kryptonite, and I was two seconds away from coming in my pants.

Throwing my leg over my motorcycle, I started it and revved the engine, walking it forward before I took off like a shot into the night.

The air did nothing to quell my arousal, probably because Holland’s body pressed tightly to mine, her heat seeping into me and making my mind play out a million different scenarios. Her hands lowered to my thighs, one rubbing the length of my dick. My eyes shuttered, and I jerked, remembering I was driving us both.

Looking around where I was, I spotted a deserted section up ahead with trees filling the space. Without hesitation, I pulled over and placed my feet on the ground to steady the bike before releasing the kickstand.

Reaching behind me, I yanked Holland around my side to the front, her look of shock at the move making me grin as I unhooked her helmet. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open.

“Holy fuck, MF. That was hot, but not as hot as your smile. You need to weaponize that thing. Take out some insurance and get a warning label. You can’t just go around throwing out smiles willy-nilly.”

I didn’t let her continue, stealing her words with my lips again. My hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to where I wanted. Her body vibrated against mine, coming alive with my touch as I caressed her skin with my thumbs. In this getup, I had so much more access to all of her, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

Holland moaned, rocking forward, and I knew I was done waiting. Shoving her soaked panties to the side, I plunged my fingers into her dripping pussy, growling into her mouth at how wet she was. She let out a moan that went straight to my dick, threatening to combust in my jeans.

“Fuck, baby. I love how wet you are. This better be for me and no one else in that shitty bar.”

“Only. You,” she whimpered, her voice croaking as she rode my fingers, no longer fighting me on what she wanted.

“We’ll talk later about why you were dressed like this in a dirty place like that. I’ll show you how upset it made me when you walked in without a care in the world.”

Her eyes opened, searing into me, and I knew whatever she said next I wouldn’t like.

“I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want, MF.”

“Like hell, you will,” I roared, my possessiveness raging out of control at any other man touching what was mine. The hand gripping her thigh shot up, collaring her throat as I pressed the sides, mindful not to squeeze.

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