Fuse's Hold by E.C. Land (books for students to read TXT) 📕

in the process. I feel him move us, not sure of where he’s walking to until I feel myself falling backward onto the bed.

Since I hadn’t put a shirt on yet and was only wearing a bra and panties, Fuse makes quick work of those along with the basketball shorts he slept in.

Breaking his mouth from mine, his cock lined at my entrance, he looks me in the eye. “Tell me now, Lyrica. I’d hate to slide into your sweet pussy only to have you stop me once I’m deep inside. I can’t hold back from being in you right now.”

“I want you.” I barely get the words out when his mouth comes crashing back down to mine and his cock starts pushing into me. My mind tried to protest. That is until my heart and soul pushed back.

This is Fuse. He’d never hurt me. Not intentionally, that is. I love him and I’ve wanted this moment from the day I met him.

Fuse thrust in and out slowly, at first building momentum within my body. I love the feeling and only when I start moaning into his mouth does he rip his mouth from mine in order to pick up speed, thrusting with a faster pace. One that feels unlike anything else I’ve ever felt.

He’s a powerhouse and even now, as he takes me, making me his, he consumes me with everything that is him.

“Philip,” I moan, bowing my back, seeking him to take me deeper.

Harder.

I want to be able to feel him even when he’s not inside me.

I don’t have to wait or tell him anything else because he gives me what I want and more. Within only a few more strokes, Fuse has me coming around him as he joins me in the throes of bliss.

His cock twitches inside me and I realize then that he’d not put a condom on. This should freak me the hell out considering everything, but it doesn’t. For whatever reason it doesn’t is due to this man being the one who holds my heart in his hands. I don’t know what I’d do without him and if something comes of this moment or any other time after. I will embrace it and hold on for the ride because it’s Fuse who I’m doing it with.

Chapter Fourteen

Fuse

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I didn’t expect Lyrica to initiate what we just did. I sure as fuck didn’t intend for this to happen this morning. Not that I’m gonna complain since one, this is my woman, I’ve finally gotten my cock deep inside of. For another, it’s been more months than I can think of without having anything wrapped around me other than my hand.

Shit.

Rolling off Ly, I bring her with me as I lie on my back. I trail my fingers along her spine while meeting her gaze. “You okay?” I ask, raspy. My throat seems tight with emotions I only feel when she’s around me.

“Yes, I’m more than okay,” she whispers softly, eyes half-mast.

“Good.” This really was good because it meant I hadn’t hurt her. I hold her to me for a while, just stroking my fingers along her back. Enjoying the feel of her naked body against my own.

We have a lot of shit to do today and one of those things is making sure my guests, I’ve been working on for the past three weeks, finally meet their demise. After the night of the fight and taking Lyrica to get her tattoo, I’ve spent several hours a day out at the boathouse, giving our special guests my undivided attention. I did this by torturing them with different techniques. Some of them were with knives, others were toyed with as hatchet practice targets. One even became a target for my bow. He’d ended up dying due to the arrow hitting his eye socket as I intended. I’d left him in the room with the others overnight before he’d been ground up in front of the others and then fed to the gators.

I’ve left the leader for last. His time is up as of today. I’d kept him for last for several reasons. I wanted him to feel every bit of pain Ly went through during her time they’d had her as well as when we first got her back. The motherfucker needed to feel every bit of it. Each day I’ve cut off a small part of him and fed it to Bart. He’d been ecstatic to get his treats. Tyres had even hooked up the leash to the gator and walked him into the boathouse to munch on some of the tidbits that were missed.

As of now, Leonard is missing each and every one of his toes, fingers, and one of his ear lobes.

Today, I’m thinking it will be easy. I’m in a good mood and don’t want it tainted by the demise of Leonard. I think I’ll go in there with the gun my cousin, Sabine, had given me years ago with the gold-plated handle. Out of all my cousins on my mother’s side, Sabine is the only one I even think to talk to. Considering the bullshit we’d dealt with in the club thanks to her father and his fucked-up wife, I didn’t want any part of them. Plus, my mother and aunt were twins. When their mom died, the asshole thought he could try to take my mom from my pops. That didn’t happen because of my dad’s position with the club.

After that, my dad moved him and my mom to the Florida charter. He’s the VP there and wanted me to stay with them in Florida, but Louisiana is in my blood and it’s where I belong. He knew what was going on with Lyrica being missing and ended up putting in a favor to another club we’re associated with, the Raiders of Valhalla. They’d been working at trying to find information out for us as well. In fact, the contact who’d helped give me information