Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

“Dela.” The first wave pulses through me and I can’t stop myself from picking up the pace. My rhythm completely off. I’m no longer caring about her, I need this. My balls pull up and I come harder than I have in years. My eyes slam shut and my jaw clamps down at the intensity of pleasure that is rolling through my body. “Fuck. Fuck,” I growl through my teeth.

When I fall down on the bed, my sweat damp chest on top of her, she doesn’t push me away instead she wraps her arms around me like she is trying to keep me against her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so much better than okay,” she murmurs.

I lift up slightly and look at her face. I want to make sure that she is telling me the truth.

When she tries to smile but instead lets out a contented moan, I know that she is still blissed out.

“I’m sorry.” I roll off of her and put an arm over my eyes.

“Sorry for what? I had a great time.” She puts a hand on my chest.

I knew that she had a good time but that doesn’t mean that it should have fucking happened. I was supposed to be taking care of her and making sure that no one was going to come after her, yet here I am shoving my cock in her tight pussy. Talk about a conflict of fucking interest.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I reply.

“You have a woman? You’re married?” Dela asks and starts to sit up in the bed.

“No, fuck that. I have no one that I’m committed to. I took advantage of you. I should have waited until everything was over before we even decided to do that. I should have showed some type of fucking restraint.”

She chuckled and fell back down on the bed. “Are you kidding me?” She turned to look at me again. “Wyatt, I have been stuck in the fucking twilight zone for the last two years. Playing wife to a crazy man who wouldn’t know how to please a woman if he had a coach directing him. I don’t remember the last time I felt so fucking alive. I don’t remember the last time I’ve lusted for someone. The last time I felt so satisfied. The last time touching someone made me feel sexy. You didn’t take advantage of me. You set me free in more ways than you know.” She ran a finger into the top of my hair and playfully gave the strands a tug.

“Really?” I ask and turn back to her. I didn’t want to do anything to hurt her but if she were willing to give me another chance to show her how much I could really satisfy her then I was sure that I had one or two more times to give her tonight. I did promise to drag as many orgasms out of her as her body would allow. I like to keep my word.

“Absolutely. I mean, yeah, I’m scared. I’m scared that one day they will come for me but right now I don’t think I can get more relaxed and satisfied.” She smiled and stretched her arms out over her head.

I grabbed her midsection and aggressively pulled her into me. “I would beg to differ.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, let’s work on round two.”

“Fuck yes.” She slams her lips back on to mine and I pull her until she is straddling my waist. I could get used to this shit.

12

Dela

I stretch out in the bed and my hand hits something hard. My eyes open quickly and I turn thinking Emerson has made his way back into my room. Every once in a while, especially, on the days he lets me stay lucid he will show up in my room in the middle of the night to try and conceive his offspring.

Instead, I see Wyatt.

Sexy, brooding, take no shit, body like a Greek god Wyatt.

He doesn’t wake just moves over slightly.

I stretch my legs out and a deep ache in my pussy reminds me of all the fun he and I had last night. I can’t stop the smile that breaks out across my face. Emerson has already taken two years of my life. I’ve lived in fear and uncertainty that whole time and I know that there is no reason that it won’t happen again. With Brendan hurt and them not being able to bring anyone in yet to help them find the other members of the cult, there is no reason for me to think that Emerson is just going to give me up. He is possessive and crazed. I’m sure he is just biding his time. He will strike at a time we both don’t expect.

If that is the case, I intend to get all the experiences that I haven’t had since I’ve been locked up. I want lust, I want anger, I want to know what it feels like to just live. I won’t go back to Emerson even if it means that I have to take my own life to ensure it, I won’t go back.

I slide out of the bed and softly walk out of the room, loving the feeling of knowing I can come and go as I please. I don’t want to wake Wyatt up but there is no way that I would be able to go back to sleep now.

I walk over to the front door and open it. I don’t see anything outside but it’s so dark that there definitely could be someone out there. Could Emerson be that bold?

Yes, he could. He will come for me. He truly believes that all his carriers will be the ones to bring the heir of Gaia into the world. He is probably out in the trees right now just watching me. Waiting for his chance. Waiting for me to be alone. Watching me disobey him. The punishment will be so severe.

I closed the door quickly, suddenly a bit spooked.

“What