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

“I think it’s that you don’t want to be gentle with me, Deacon. But I have a secret to tell you.”

My throat turned to fuckin’ ash and I wanted to run away. Guns didn’t scare me. Bullets weren’t a big deal. Blood didn’t even faze me anymore. But Alice Ortiz, standing there with a liquor bottle in one hand and the hem of her shirt held in the other, and I was ready to retreat.

“I don’t want gentle, Deacon. I never did.” She held out the bottle, impatiently shaking it when I didn’t grab it from her immediately.

I couldn’t move to take it, even if I wanted to. I was too afraid to move and shatter whatever wet dream I’d concocted.

“Tonight’s already a mess of epic proportions. What’s one more regret for tomorrow?” The way she lifted her shoulder, letting her shirt drape slightly off it, sent my dick into overdrive.

She walked right by me, making sure that she touched every part of my body that she could with her tiny frame.

How the fuck did she wreck me and I never even touched her?

“I don’t play games,” I told her again. My eyes never left the small space at the base of her neck, the tiny little dip that she’d exposed by tilting her head back. “I’ll make you feel every single thing, and I’ll walk away.” I pulled the gun from the small of my back and set it in the top drawer of my desk, making sure that I locked it when the gun was safely away.

Looking back up to the woman proving to be more dangerous than any weapon, it was clear my warning fell on deaf ears. Alice’s only response was the slight flare in her eyes and the way her tongue darted out and licked her upper lip while she stared at my dick, which throbbed painfully under her attention.

“Get on your knees.” The order barely left my lips before she was dropping in front of me, her hands grabbing the waist of my jeans.

In the soft light in my office, I watched as Alice became every man’s fantasy. She expertly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, dragging them down my thighs until my cock sprang free and almost slapped her in the face.

While she was distracted, I slipped off my cut and set it on the desk next to me. Then I pulled my shirt over my head, only pausing when I saw her eyes locked on my chest.

“You’ve got your nipples pierced.” Her hoarse voice broke, and she gasped when she looked down. “Holy shit, Deacon. Your dick is pierced.”

I laughed up until she grabbed the base of my dick and pulled the tip into her mouth without hesitation.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “Don’t.” She twisted. “Stop.”

Alice ignored me, taking everything she wanted and gave me everything in return. She licked just under the head, bringing me onto my toes while she sucked.

Then, with an audible pop, she let me go and raked her nails up my legs.

“That’s fun.”

She stripped.

First, I watched her slide down her pajama pants, marveling at the way her full hips swayed with the movement, and her silky black panties were next. Before she could lift her shirt, I was there. Pulling it up and over her head, savoring the gasp that left her lips as my dick pressed up against her stomach.

The only thing left was her bra, and I almost shouted in victory when I saw the small snap between her tits.

“You’re beautiful.”

“That’s my line.” I laughed and reached forward, grabbing the metal clasp between my fingers.

Like I was unwrapping a fuckin’ present, I watched her spill from the material that definitely looked better on my floor than it had on her body.

Then she leaned back and hopped up onto my desk, spreading her legs for me.

I couldn’t move. Not for a long minute. She was too much. Too fucking perfect. And the best part? Alice knew that I didn’t want anything more. She didn’t want something I couldn’t give her.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, ending any other thoughts I had except for getting inside her.

My mouth hung open, and I lost the words to ask if she was sure when Alice grabbed my dick right there, taking control of the entire situation.

She might be smaller, sitting on my desk, but she was the one in control.

“Deacon.” Her breathless voice hit me like a sledgehammer.

Raising my eyes from where she was wrapped around me, I saw the flush in her cheeks.

“Are you going to do this?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t find the fuckin’ words. Instead, I slid into her heat, slowly working back and forth until she was clenched and gasping for more. Only then did I move. Like I warned her, I wasn’t easy. I wasn’t soft. I thrust deep and fast, my smile practically feral when she slid back with the force.

Her neck pulsed with her heartbeat when I grabbed it, careful not to cut off her breathing. Instead, I held her where I needed her, squeezing the side slightly, and did what I promised.

Only when she started to quiver around me did I let go and shift, dragging my hand down so that I pressed against the most sensitive part of her body.

When she screamed in pleasure as she climaxed, I slammed into her with each pulse and shudder of her legs as she pleaded wordlessly for more.

I saw stars when my own orgasm came on like a freight train, and I roared. Pulling out had never been harder, but when she dropped onto her knees and pulled my dick back into her mouth, I almost dropped to my knees.

Only when she wiped her lips and stood up did I catch myself on the edge of the desk. Otherwise, I would have made a fool of myself by hitting the ground.

I slipped back into my jeans slowly, still trying to catch my breath and figure out exactly what to say to her.