REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. Rebecca Joyce (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

urges for the last two weeks. It didn’t take a genius to see he wanted me, but he ignored his desires for some nefarious reason. At first, I thought it was because he had someone else he cared about, but thanks to Shamrock and Snake, I now knew differently. He was denying himself, and I didn’t know how to approach him about it. It wasn’t something I was well versed in. Typically, when a man wanted my body, they just took it without asking.

Max wasn’t like that. Instead, he stayed away. Well, except for at night, when he would hold me tightly as he slept. It was like he couldn’t get close enough to me, and in the mornings, I could feel his erection against my ass.

But now, everything changed.

He wanted me.

Me!

The thought should have made me pleased, made me want to jump for joy, but instead, it scared me. Who would want a woman like me? I’ve been used and abused most of my life. I’m not an innocent. I’m tainted, scarred, and have so many triggers that any life with me would be a trial. No, loving me wasn’t worth the effort. I was just used goods and always would be.

This was moving too fast. It had been a mistake to let him start kissing me again, but I couldn’t stop myself. Max was really getting turned on. Making out with him was amazing, but I was afraid of hurting him and really didn’t want that.

My panic surged when he started gently grinding against my pussy in a slow, sensual motion that matched the thrust of his tongue into my mouth. My arms were trapped, the right at my side, the left between them, so I protested, tried to move away from him by arching my back, which turned out to be a complete mistake. All it did was simultaneously wiggle my hips to match his thrust while grinding my chest against his.

Oh, God, my nipples were so sensitive. They felt like they were on fire. I felt like I was about to burst into flames from head to foot. He took my squirming as encouragement, and he broke the deep kiss to start nibbling and licking his way over to my ear. I opened my mouth to protest, to stop him but found I was moaning instead. I hadn’t realized that my ear could be so sensitive, tied to the tingling in my breasts and pussy. He licked, bit, and breathed on the damp areas until I thought I was going to explode with tension, but then everything came crashing down when he whispered, “You’re so beautiful. You’ve gotten me so hard. I can’t wait to stick my cock in you and make you mine”.

I froze completely and then started to cry.

Max felt the change in me immediately. “Remi, what’s wrong? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. Did I hurt you?”

It had been a mistake but not his.

This was all my fault.

Shaking my head, I sobbed, unable to speak, unable to move.

Max pulled back his head to study my face while continuing to hold me tight and stroke my smooth thigh. “What’s wrong baby? Talk to me.”

I sniffed and tried to find the words. “I... I’m sorry, Max. I want this, I really do, but I’m not good enough. I don’t know what to do. I mean, I do, but not with someone like you.”

He never stopped stroking. “What do you mean by someone like me?”

He leaned in quickly and kissed me sweetly, reverently. “You have to tell me what you mean, Remi.”

He knew very well what I meant, but he would make me say it because words had power. He wanted me to think about giving myself to him. He moved his hand from my thigh up to cup my face and started gently stroking my hair. He didn’t say another word, patiently waiting for me to explain myself.

“I... I love you, Max...”

He didn’t wait for her inevitable ‘but,’ instead, he murmured, “Good,” and swooped in to invade my mouth again. Once again, I was swept up in the sweetness of his kiss. I forced myself to pull my treacherous mouth away from his. “But I... I don’t want...” I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

“What baby? Tell me.”

“I’m not good enough for you. I’m soiled damaged goods. Nothing more than a whore. You deserve better, someone better than me.”

My eyes kept sliding away from his face. He had both hands in my hair, and he used them to hold my head steady, to make me meet his gaze. I swear the temperature rose several degrees when my words slipped from my lips. Max was rock hard and not in the right way. Tension radiated off him in waves, stifling the air making it hard to breathe. My breath was coming in gasps, heaving my soft breasts against his chest as I saw fury radiated from his eyes.

He was mad. Really mad. “Never say that again. You hear me on this, Remi. Never again will those words ever pass your lips. You are not soiled. You are not damaged, and you are my whore. My woman, Mine. Only mine, you get me?”

I gulped, an action that made his cock twitch as he watched my throat work. Nodding, I tried to process the words he just said when I felt movement against my pussy, and I gasped audibly. I stared helplessly into his eyes as I tried to find the words.

“I’m yours.” As I said the words, I blushed deeply, the flush spreading from my cheeks, down my neck, disappearing under the hemline of the towel I was still wearing.

His next kiss surged farther, deeper, and we both strained as if we were trying to join in one skin. His rod was threatening to burst his jeans, and I was so wet that I knew he could already feel my hot juices through his pants.

Max carefully untwined himself from me and moved back a few inches, propping