RIDING DIRTY (Steel Titans MC Book 4) by Franca Storm (ebook voice reader .txt) 📕

“Slade,” she groused. “Don’t lose focus here. We can’t afford you snapping and screwing things up again.”

That was it!

I’d swallowed down her attitude, her disapproval, and the goddamn disrespect in it, all in the name of the greater good and the bigger picture here. The end justified the means and all that.

But I’d reached my limit now.

Or, maybe it was all this news about Freeman reviving Nik’s legacy, a legacy I’d fought too long and hard to bury, that had pushed me over the edge.

Either way, I was done taking it from her.

“That’s enough!”

She didn’t say a goddamn word, just staring at me.

“You hearing me, woman?”

12

~Willa~

I HEARD HIM.

Loud and clear.

And, as much as I hated to admit it, because being wrong wasn’t something I did well with, he was absolutely right.

I’d been critical, abrasive, and throwing some serious attitude his way since the moment he’d come back into my life again. It had only intensified with the more time we’d spent together too.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why I’d been dealing that out to him and it had me suspecting he knew well exactly what it was. Despite his reputation, Slade Mitchell was actually quite chivalrous, very honorable as well, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he was purposely keeping the realization to himself to spare me any awkwardness and embarrassment. He’d done something similar before. It was abundantly clear that he didn’t want to allow anyone too close to him. With that being the case, he should’ve done whatever he could to keep me at a distance. He’d attempted to do so that first night here, but upon seeing the affect it’d had on me, he’d relented and actually apologized. He was a man who always did what had to be done to survive and to ensure the survival of those he cared about, his club brothers and their extending families and friends. But he’d held back in doing that with me. It had been both an act of protection and respect.

And that had unnerved me more than the two of us nearly getting carnal.

Because it had meant something to me. It had touched me. I couldn’t remember the last time anything had come close to doing that, let alone anyone.

So, I’d pushed him away, thrown up wall after wall.

I’d been too harsh. He didn’t deserve that. And, from a professional standpoint, things couldn’t remain antagonistic between us any longer.

“I hear you. Loud and clear actually,” I finally spoke, now that I’d figured out the best course of action.

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Lean into it.”

Confusion blanketed his features.

I fisted my hand in his t-shirt, jerked him against me, and crushed my mouth to his.

I’d barely gotten into it when he grabbed my ponytail, wrenched my head back, and pulled my lips from his. He held me there, his grip bordering on painful. “Bitch sent straight from hell,” he seethed at me.

“Right back at you.”

That set him off, his eyes flashing, and an animalistic snarl tearing from his throat.

He released my hair, then grasped my arms roughly and spun me around right into the wall. I choked as my back jarred against it, the wind knocked out of me.

Still holding my arms tightly, he leaned in and growled at my ear, “Gonna fuck you out of my system, devil woman.”

My response was stifled as he took my mouth hard.

Really hard.

Bruising.

Punishing.

Desperate.

His tongue delved into my mouth, its frantic quest to own me, overwhelming me all too quickly.

He didn’t grant me any respite.

His hands fell from my arms and he grasped the hem of my tank top and yanked it up my body, breaking our kiss to pull it over my head. He took in my strapless bra beneath and flicked the front clasp, popping it open, then brushing it away onto the floor. Appreciation shone in his eyes as he took in my breasts, full and heaving from my arousal.

The next thing I knew, he was flicking open my jeans. He tugged them down to just below my ass, then shoved his hand into my panties. I jolted and bucked against the wall at the lack of warning and the jarring feeling of his roughened fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my bare pussy. He pressed his free hand to my stomach, forcing me to remain still against the wall.

And then he shoved two fingers inside me, driving deep enough to choke me.

“Shit!” I cried out.

He jerked them back out, jolting me again.

Dark satisfaction shone in his eyes and he held them up in front of me, making me look at my juices coating them.

Holding my gaze, he brought them to my left breast and rubbed them over it, spending extra time on my nipple until it hardened to a stiff point. I was transfixed and barely aware of his other hand leaving my stomach until it dove into my panties, then I felt two fingers shove deep into me again. He twisted them viciously, then jerked them back out roughly, then brought those fingers to my right breast, and painted it with my juices, like the first.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, the dirtiness of it getting to me.

He took it to another level when he leaned in and began licking up his masterpiece, cleaning off every drop of my own cum from each breast in turn.

I could feel myself getting ever wetter, my pussy basically dripping.

I was more than grateful for that in the next moment, when as he continued to lick me clean, he also thrust his fingers back inside my pussy. It was definitely more than two fingers on this go-around, and I looked down to see three buried deep to the last knuckle.

He pounded into me then, finger-fucking me at a rough and brutal pace, basically fucking me into the wall.

His other hand came back into play and began teasing my clit, making me vibrate with pleasure. God, he was good. Within moments, he was