Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) by Hayley Faiman Read Free Book Online Page B

her knees for him just five minutes ago.
    “The fuck?” he asks, reminding of that night so many weeks ago.
    “Katie Powell was just about to service your cock when I walked in. No way am I letting you anywhere near me.”
    “You think I give the first fuck about that whore?” he asks, stepping into my face and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck.
    I shiver at the reminder of how his hand felt wrapped in the same place as he held me down and fucked my body into oblivion. I try to wrench myself from his hold, afraid to be so close to him, afraid that I’ll crumble and accept him back into my body.
    “I think she’s a whore and you only care about getting off,” I admit, turning my head away from his.
    Fury’s finger and thumb catch my chin and he guides my head back to look at me in the eyes. I gasp when he leans down and gently brushes his lips against my own before he rests his forehead against mine.
    “Cut the shit, Kentlee. It’s you I been thinkin’ about for weeks. Now you’re here and I ain’t lettin’ you out of my fuckin’ sight,” he growls before he presses his lips firmly against my own in a bruising kiss. “Gonna have to fuck my baby mama now,” he growls.
    I feel his big hand wrap around my ass and squeeze so hard I moan, throwing my head back as I press my breasts against his chest.
    I throw up my hands to stop him, to ask him about his sudden change; but then his lips touch my neck, just below my ear, and I surrender to him — my willpower shattered.
    “Fury,” I moan when his tongue slashes out and licks my skin. It’s warm, soft, and so fucking perfect, I actually purr.
    “So sweet,” he murmurs against my skin as his hands move around to unbutton, unzip, and push my jeans down my hips.
    In a flash, his knees are on the ground and his palm wraps around my flat stomach. I watch in fascination as he takes me in, his eyes staring at the part of me that carries a piece of him deep inside. Slowly, his head lifts and his gray eyes focus on mine.
    “Never wanted any fuckin’ kids. Not ‘til you walked in through that door and dropped the bomb that you’re carryin’ mine. Never thought someone sweet and good as you would carry my kid, either. Gonna try and do right by you, babe,” he mutters, his eyes shining so brightly that I wonder if this is a dream or if he really means it.
    “What about the other night? Everything you said? You don’t even know me,” I question. He stands up, pulling my shirt over my head as he does, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
    “I was a fuckin’ asshole. I know enough. I know you ain’t a whore; you’d go to a club you didn’t want to be at, wearing somethin’ you didn’t want to wear, just to make your sister happy. I know you have a sweet ride, and you work hard for it. I know you ain’t cracked out, and you wanted me, so you took me the only way I offered it. When I was a fuckin’ ass to you, you still came into this clubhouse – which scared the shit outta you — to tell me that I was gonna be a daddy. Know that your pussy’s the sweetest I ever had. The rest I’ll learn,” he says, his breath hot and heavy.
    My chest heaves with a confusing mixture of want, desire, fear, and need . I place my hands on his shoulders and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I kiss him, hard and on his lips, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth.
    “ Fuck ,” he hisses, breaking away from my kiss before his hands wrap in the sides of my panties. He rips them into shreds, throwing them on the floor.
    My ass collides with his hard desk a second later, and I suck in a breath when he moves his hands to his belt and jeans, pushing them down his legs. I groan the second I feel his hard length plunge inside, stretching me. It’s been a month since he was inside of me and it hurts — so fucking good — to have him back.
    “Fury,” I moan when he is seated fully inside of me.
    “ Pierce . You fuckin’ call me Pierce when