For the Bond (Romantic Suspense) (Beyond Blood, #3) by Nora Flite Read Free Book Online Page A

ceiling of an old chapel. Marina stole more of me every time I was with her.
    I was done holding out. I wanted to crash and burn.
    Digging my fingers into her waist, I lifted her up, relished in her weak whimper. “No more playing around. I can't handle the torture of being in your sweet pussy, I need to feel you move. I need it before I lose my mind,” I growled, not caring how I sounded.
    Stroke after stroke, I stuffed myself with her cries. My ribcage flared, proving it could contain my rampaging blood. The wet sound of each impact drove me harder, faster. Licking my thumb, I lowered one hand and pet the swollen clit that was calling to me.
    Any discomfort Marina felt from having us both slamming into her was replaced. I could feel the shift, the waves of heat that roared through her body and along my cock. She tossed her head, arched to the sky and just let herself shout.
    The first night I'd been inside of her, when I'd told her I needed her to come—that if she did, I'd never get enough of it... I hadn't been joking. I yearned for Marina's orgasm, it was as dear to me as breathing.
    “God,” Kite said, his forehead coming down onto her shoulder. “Fucking insane, you feel incredible, Marina. I can't—fuck, I'm so close!”
    Making tight circles on her clit, I studied her face between my own rapidly diminishing control. The sensation of her milking me had me near the edge. Marina licked her lips, grinding down on me with increasing desperation.
    When she came, she took my vision. I saw white flashes, the cold air erasing away to leave scorching wild fire in its place. My veins flexed, pulsing as my climax ripped from my skull to my cock. Marina had thrown me over the cliff-side and left me broken.
    She toppled forward, a second wave of clenching muscles rocking her cunt. Her face landed on my chest while Kite grunted. His orgasm had pushed her over into a second one for herself, the tingles coursing through into my still firm shaft.
    It was almost too much. Almost.
    In a pile, we all laid there on our jackets under the darkening sky. The trees were still red as blood from Marina's ruse. Through my haze, my fracturing walls, it made me think of grizzly things.
    I'd seen so much killing in my life. I swear, I'd been born cursed. It hadn't mattered to me as I'd gotten older. A hard life can turn a heart cold, but it can protect you, too.
    Sex had been for fun before, to help me forget and to let my mind take a break. Never had it left me so drained. I was wishing for things I still feared I could never have.
    Instead of gore and death, I wanted the paint on the trees to remind me of this. A day of joy, a moment in our messed up lives where nothing mattered. A day where I didn't have to ponder who lived or who had to die.
    Wrapping my arms around Marina, I closed my eyes and wondered what lay ahead.

- Chapter Six -
    Kite
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    “Y ou know,” Anabelle said, watching me load a heavy crate of glasses on top of the bar. “I have to say, it's been a little quiet in here lately. I swear, I hardly see you or Mr. Fallow anymore.”
    Blinking, I reached for another case and squinted at the young woman. “What? Come on, we're still in here all the time.”
    Her shrug was pretend-casual. Something was on her mind. “Not really. The past week or so, I've seen you—what? Two times, maybe? And Mr. Fallow, hell, he comes in the morning to help when he has to, but he was gone for half a week.”
    I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah. Look, we've just been busy.”
    “With your new girlfriend?” Her eyebrows went up, judging me in every way.
    The case wiggled in my grip. Shoving it into place, I dusted my palms together and scowled at the bartender. “Jeez. You know I'm your boss, too, right? Why don't you treat me like you do Jacob? You'd never say that to him.”
    “True,” she laughed, hands squeezing her hips. “But I noticed you didn't argue with me. So that girl, what's her name?