Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC Book 4) Nicola Jane (best love novels of all time .txt) 📖

pull out two sets of handcuffs, grinning wide. I straddle him and he eyes me warily.

“The key is right here,” I say, taking the key from one of the cuffs and placing it beside the bed. “If you hate it, just say and I’ll stop,” I add, rubbing against his strained cock. He lets out a groan. I take one of his wrists and click the cuff around it. His eyes are staring at my red lace bra that’s practically in his face while I cuff his wrist to the bed frame. I make quick work of fastening the other.

Once he’s secure, I push his shirt up his chest and kiss along his strong abs. “You’re going to tell me about my dad,” I whisper, licking across his chest.

“Ugh?” He lifts his head to watch me.

I smile seductively. “How did he die, Blu?”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he snaps, his eyes narrowing.

I sit up, still straddling him. “I want to know, Blu. And you’re gonna tell me.”

“I ain’t telling you shit, princess. Unfasten the cuffs.”

I pout playfully. “But we’re about to have so much fun.”

“I doubt that. Get the fuck off me.” His lust is replaced with anger. Somehow, that’s a bigger turn-on, but I have a mission to complete and I can’t get distracted.

“Maybe I’ll unlock this door in case the guys wonder where you are,” I say, getting up and unlocking the door.

“Baby, you can open the fucker up for all to see and I still ain’t telling you.”

I unfasten his belt, smirking down at him, but he doesn’t seem fazed. His erection is still straining and I know he isn’t gonna feel ashamed if anyone sees the size of the damn thing. I sigh, taking a seat beside him. “Please, Blu, I really need to know.”

“And you thought tricking me into bed, tying me up, would get me to confess all,” he says through gritted teeth. “I told you before, I don’t play fuckin’ games. I’ve been tortured to the brink of death and I still haven’t given up information, so what makes you think your pussy’s gonna work?”

I feel my cheeks redden. Maybe I didn’t think it through. “I just want to know,” I whisper.

“Take off the ring,” he snaps and I look down at the pretty sparkle. I remove it, sad that it’s gone. “You know your fake fiancé is right downstairs,” he hisses. “You could blow everything.”

“You weren’t too fussed about that when I got you up here,” I snap. I reach for my dress and pull it back on. “Would you have bothered about him if I was riding you right now?”

“Probably not,” he growls. “But you aren’t riding me, are you?”

“Maybe you need some time to cool off,” I say, heading for the door.

BLU

“Gia,” I growl at her retreating back. She doesn’t stop. “Gianna,” I whisper-yell. I tug hard on the cuffs and they rattle against the metal bed frame. “I’m not kidding, this isn’t funny.”

“I can always stay, if you tell me about my Dad,” she says with a smirk.

I glare at her. That ain’t happening, especially now she’s done this. I tug again. “I’m gonna count down from five. If you haven’t unfastened these, I’m gonna rip this bed apart getting free,” I warn. She shrugs her shoulders and opens the door. “FIVE!” I growl.

“Good luck,” she says and walks out the door, slamming it hard behind her.

“FOUR!” I yell out after her. “Fuck,” I hiss, tugging hard. There’s no way these bastards are coming off easily. I stare at the key on the bedside table, trying to think of ways I can get it. Less than two minutes after she left, the door swings open and Blade grins at me.

“I thought Gia was kidding me,” he says, pulling out his phone. “This is gold,” he says, laughing hard.

“What the fuck you taking photos for?” I snap. “You like seeing me tied up?”

“I can’t miss this opportunity to have something on you, brother. So far you’ve been the sensible one and now you’re tied to the bed of a mafia princess.” Another round of laughing escapes him and I roll my eyes. “Don’t worry, she didn’t tell anyone but me.”

“But you’ll tell the whole club, so she’s achieved nothing by telling you,” I mutter. “Unfasten me.”

“Where did you clowns get to?” snaps Riggs once we’re outside.

“Blu got himself into a bit of a bother,” says Blade, sniggering. Riggs stares at me for an explanation. He doesn’t get one because Blade can’t contain himself any longer. He thrusts the phone in front of Riggs, who also breaks out in a smile.

“Shit, brother, no wonder she ran out of here tonight like a scared little puppy dog,” says Riggs.

“Laugh it up, boys. Let’s see if she finds it funny when I get my hands on her,” I hiss, throwing my leg over my bike.

I drive to the clubhouse to see if she’s turned up there. She hasn’t. “Anna, call her,” I order and Anna raises her eyebrow at my tone. “Please,” I add.

She calls but Gia doesn’t answer, so she texts her asking if she’s okay. Gia messages back that she’s gone looking for her own answers, whatever the hell that means. “Try The Duke,” says Anna. “If I wanted answers on Enzo’s death, I’d start there.”

By the time I get to The Duke Bar, it’s raining and I’m soaked through to the skin. This is not the evening I had in mind, but if Gia is here, she’s putting herself in danger.

Heads turn to look at me as I enter the bar. It’s not somewhere the Kings would usually come. It’s known for trouble and although the Kings can go anywhere this side of town without problems, we still prefer The Windsor.

The landlord nods his head at me. “Looking for Vinn’s sister,” I say and he glances over to the window, where I spot Gia sitting at a table alone.

“She’s been like that for ten minutes, just staring,” he