Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

of my chest, his tongue chasing the curve of my breast as he worked his way up to my neck.

I could feel that burn building again, an electrifying jolt shooting through me when he tugged my earlobe between his teeth. “Now this time, when you come,” he growled, his breath tickling across my skin. “You’re going to say my name.”

I groaned, knowing I was already close. “Holy crap,” I gasped, his thrust so deep it almost lifted me off the bench.

“Say it, or I stop.”

“Hawk, please,” I whispered, riding that edge as he played with me, pushing me toward the line before slowing down and yanking me right back before I can take the leap off the side.

His hand reached for the top of my dress, tugging at the cups and allowing my breasts to pop out.

“Louder, baby,” he ordered and flicked his thumb across my hard nipple, a whole new wave of excitement surging through me.

“Oh God,” I moaned, knowing the torture would continue until I gave him what he wanted. And he wanted me. He wanted me to give in to him, and fuck, that independent woman inside me who had spent so many fucking years struggling, just wanted to hand herself over. “Hawk!”

“Mmm,” he hummed, dipping his head and taking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. “Again.”

That was the push.

This time, he sent me over the edge and didn’t pull back.

“Hawk! Oh, yes. Holy crap!” I groaned as my body shuddered and twitched. It didn’t take more than a couple of seconds of my pussy convulsing around him for Hawk to leap off that edge behind me with a couple of hard thrusts and his face buried in my neck.

We both fought to catch our breath, our hot skin still pressed together, skin tingling.

“I need you to find my panties,” I whispered, sitting forward so I could hook my arms around his neck. This deep rumble came from low in his throat, his teeth grazing at the sensitive skin behind my ear, letting me know he didn’t want to move. I couldn’t help but smile, falling for a bad boy was one thing, but when you fell for an alpha male, the difference between the two became very clear. “If you don’t find them, I’m going to leak all over your floor.”

“So maybe we’ll just skip that part, and I just start fucking you again.” He pushed forward, and my entire body twitched at the sensitive contact with my clit.

“Hawk…” I warned, trying to keep my voice steady but instantly hearing that breathy post-sex tone.

“I’ll never get enough of that,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to press his mouth against mine, swallowing my extremely satisfied sigh before pulling away. “So, you have any idea where you tossed your panties?”

12

HAWK

“I saw your sister at the park today.”

Missy pulled her cell out of some fucking magic pocket in her dress, her fingers moving quickly over the screen while I threaded my belt back through my jeans. “You talk to her?”

She nodded, tucking the phone away again and readjusting her dress before leaning back against the wall when she was satisfied her body was once again covered. “Yeah. She’s sweet, came and chatted with me while Kadey played in the fountain. I had to strip her off to get her into some dry clothes, and then your sister just said she had to go and rushed back across the road.”

“She has to follow strict rules when she’s out in public,” I explained, forgetting for a second that Missy had no idea what or why. But I could instantly tell the questions were right there as she pressed her lips together, moving her mouth from side to side as if she was fighting with the words sitting just behind them.

I let out a huff of laughter, knowing exactly what was coming next but amused by the way she wasn’t sure how to ask. “She talks and dresses funny, and when you cuss, it makes her blush.”

“Yes.” She sighed, her shoulders sagging in relief. “What’s that about?”

Moving to the wall, I flicked the switches that controlled the doors. They buzzed loudly before the machines kicked in, and they began to roll up, the sunlight and heat slowly creeping in. “You ever heard of The Valley?”

She shook her head, moving closer, her eyes alight with curiosity.

“It’s a religious group outside of the city. They live on a large piece of land, have their own little community outside of regular people,” I explained, leaning back against my ride and folding my arms across my chest. I hated speaking about these people, hated acknowledging their existence in the world because every time I did, without fail, I could feel that burn moving through my veins, the venom eating away at my flesh. “Men take multiple wives, women are there for cooking, cleaning, and breeding, and you must never waver in your commitment to God.”

“I… what…” she stumbled with a heavy frown. “Okay, so why is she there, and you’re not.”

“I wavered.” I lifted my arm, indicated the scar that I knew she had already seen but had yet to question. “Punishments for asking questions are heavy. In my case, almost death.”

Her hand unconsciously pressed to her heart, her eyes growing wide.

It was a story I hardly ever spoke of. A piece of my past that I had physical and mental reminders of every goddamn day. But she needed to know. She needed to be aware of just what kind of fucked-up man she was getting involved with, the kind of baggage I was carrying on my shoulders.

“Bishop is actually my uncle,” I continued, watching her try to make sense of what I was telling her as she paced back and forth. “He found out the prophets were planning on punishing me and got there just in time. Well, in time to save me, but not in time to stop the damage that’d already been done.”

She eased forward, each