by Cove, Vivian
His admission sounds so honest, so close to something almost…pure. Our tattoos seem connected, like they’re twisting us closer. In the dark, with his body over mine, it’s hard to see where his tattoos end and mine begin.
There’s nothing but him in this moment. Raw and beautiful, feral and skilled. The feeling of being stretched and filled, of being taken so completely…it feels so close to love.
“Look at me, Princess. I want to see your eyes when you cum.”
There’s a desperation behind his words and within me, like we’re both taking something we’re too afraid to ask for.
“Cum for me, princess,” he whispers.
I look into his eyes for as long as I can as he drives into me. And then I disintegrate into that sharp, piercing, overwhelming pleasure. My vision clouds. I can’t keep my eyes open I whimper in his arms as he whispers reassuring and dirty things.
Just like that, Princess.
Let go for me. Cum for me.
I scream, my cunt convulsing around him as he continues to fuck, moving even faster, adding to that sweet friction until his grip on me grows almost too tight. I’m undone, a beautiful mess in his arms as he shatters me and puts me back together again. Nothings ever been like this—I don’t think anything will ever be like this again.
“Stay with me,” he rasps, but I can’t. The world goes white, then black—a thousand stars exploding with new life—bliss and pain blurring together until the distinction doesn’t matter. And at that moment, I feel as perfect and as complete as he says I am.
He inhales sharply and spills himself into me, thrusts slowing as we both come back down to earth. He kisses my ankle, the inside of my calf, his rough hands a beautiful contrast to his soft lips, both touching me so softly I can’t believe this is the same man who ruthlessly fucked me not even a minute before.
And then he falls next to me. He rests his head on the same pillow my head’s resting on and wraps his arms around my stomach. “Hey.”
The sweat cools on my body. My hair’s plastered to my neck, face, and chest. I can’t stop panting. And while that much-needed oxygen fills my lungs, my brain starts working.
I just got fucked by Damien.
Controlling, dominant, irritating, insatiable Damien.
In my bed.
Slowly, I sneak a peek at him. His dark eyes take in my naked body. He moves his hand over my body with a predatory satisfaction, like he’s happy it’s finally his. I glance down his tattooed, perfect, sculpted body to his…
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
His cock is still huge. He’s a shower and a grower. And, somehow, I had that in me.
I can’t believe we got all that in me!
I reach for my poor pink sheet to pull it over my body. Damien grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Hey, what’s that about?”
“Um, what’s what about?”
“Why do you want to hide yourself from me?”
I still can’t bring myself to look at him. “I’m cold.”
“Are you really cold, or is it something else?”
I can feel my eyes bulging. Is he really asking me that question?
“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers as I shiver. He kisses my temple and hugs me closer. “Don’t worry, Princess. It will just keep getting better and better.”
What will keep getting better and better? Sex? Why is he talking like we’re going to do this again? I thought this was just an opportunity to, I don’t know, “fuck out” our problems because we apparently couldn’t talk them out.
“Princess,” he whispers, lips curling into a dark, demonic grin.
I don’t like the looks of that grin. I like even less the affect it’s having on me. Why the hell is my body demanding we go again, right now, after all that?
“Want me to show you, Princess?”
“Show me what?” I squeak.
In one swift movement he’s back on top of me, pinning my hands above my head. I whimper, spreading my legs so he can slide back in between them.
“I can’t believe how dirty you are,” he growls. “How insatiable.”
“You sure you aren’t just talking about yourself?”
“Oh, I already knew I was both those things, Princess. And I already knew I’d never be able to get enough of you.” His eyes darken and my body goes weak from the knowledge of the pleasure that’s coming. “I just never, not even in my dirtiest, most insatiable dreams, allowed myself think you’d be the same.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.” He kisses my jaw. “You’re too fuckin’ perfect. Now, I’ll never be able to be a good man, Princess. I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
Never let me go? Wait, what the fuck is he talking about? Before I can ask his mouth moves down my neck, in between my breasts, to my stomach. I arch my back, pushing my cunt into his chest, crying out as I grab the sheets.
Oh God, I want it so bad, there’s nothing on this earth that can stop me from fucking him again right now, right here.
And then, we hear a cough at the door.
I shriek, pulling the sheet over my body. Damien gets up and leaps in front of me. I’m staring at Damien’s tight, naked ass.
Ryder groans, shielding his eyes. “What the fuck, man? Put on some clothes.”
“The fuck you doin’ here?” Damien bellows.
“I’m picking up your sorry ass. God damn! You need to lock the door next time or somethin’. Would have fuckin’ knocked but…what the fuck did you do to your doors?”
Damien doesn't want to talk abut the doors. “You have five seconds to get your ass out of here,” he growls.
“So do you,” Ryder counters. “Prez needs you.”
I gasp. Oh my god, what if my dad knows what Damien and I just did? Damien's ass cheeks clench.
‘It’s not, uh, this,” Ryder continues awkwardly. “It’s the Judas’ Sons MC.”
“What the fuck about them?” Damien asks, voice deadly.
“They’ve decided to accept the peace treaty. Not sure what’s changed, but it’s happening. Everyone needs to be at the barn. Now.”
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Ransomed MC Princess #1
Copyright © 2014 Vivian Cove. All rights reserved.
Cover © 2014 Vivian Cove. Cover stock: Portrait of a Couple © zastavkin; Rough Ink and Paint Texture Background © wingnutdesigns; Textures © Lil’ Owls; Tattoo art, 3 demons © outsiderzone. Fonts: Hoverage and Rocking Bones © Swist Blnk. These cover elements were purchased from stock and design sites. The designers do not endorse Vivian Cove or her work.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is
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Table of Contents
Ransomed MC Princess #1
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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