Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) by Miss Merikan
Authors: Miss Merikan
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clenched her hand on the locket on her
chest, staring at him with her heart drumming against her ribcage like a caged
demon. It wasn’t an invitation to take a look at the speakers, and yet, she
slowly entered the back of the van. “I’d say you’re buttering me up.”
“To do what?” He gave her a crooked grin
and reached out to grab her hand.
She frowned, even though she’d gladly melt
into his touch. “You know what. I’m a witch, remember? I can read you like a
book.”
Hunter pulled her closer, grabbed her
waist, and before she could protest, he sat her on a large speaker. “So that’s
why you think I’m a pig.”
“There’s that,” she uttered, fighting the
shallowness of her breath. “And then there’s the name of your former club.” She
knew what “hogs” meant in biker slang, but it was still amusing.
“Well, I’m a Nail now.” Hunter put his
hands on the sides of her thighs, leaning closer. “And I’m not scared of your
daddy.”
Asty inhaled slowly, and her eyes wouldn’t
stray from Hunter’s handsome face and expressive eyes. “You should be scared of
Tooth. He’s like my big brother,” she whispered, unable to stop the shudders
rocking her body.
“I won’t have to be scared if you don’t
tell him, right?” He leaned lower to catch her lips in a kiss.
Asty arched forward, heat streaming through
her body, and the prickling at her lips wouldn’t let her move away. It was as
if time stopped, and she didn’t care to put it into motion again. Electricity
trailed down her chest, all the way between her tender pussy lips, and all of a
sudden, there was an ache inside her, and she just had to close her thighs.
“Maybe ...”
“Oh, you’re a tease, aren’t you?” Hunter
whispered against her lips. “You’re toying with my life, babe.”
Asty slid her hands to his shoulders,
shocked by how warm they were against her own skin. “I told you death is
following me. You can still run ...”
Hunter took a deep breath and quickly
straightened up. “Yep, that’s creepy, I’m done,” he said, and to Asty’s utter
shock and disappointment, he went straight for the back door of the van. But
just as he was about to jump off, he reached out to the handles and pulled them
to shut the van.
They were left in just the bluish light of
the flashlight, and Hunter turned around to her with a grin, approaching
slowly, like a predator about to feast on its victim. “Gotta try harder than
that to scare me.” He stood in front of her, and she looked up the flames of
hell tattooed on his stomach to the large cross on his chest and “JUDAS”
written under his collarbones. “Now, where were we?”
Before she could answer, his lips were on
hers, forcing them to part and let his tongue in. The kiss was so different now
that she actually knew him, now that he wasn’t a faceless man in the darkness.
He’d seen her without makeup, and still wanted her, seen her meltdowns, seen
her vibrator. And still wanted her.
Asty crawled her fingers into his hair and
mewled without even thinking about it. His tongue was so smooth against hers as
it played in her mouth. The contrast of that sensation and the sharp bite of
the stubble growing back on Hunter’s skin had her pussy squeezing, and they hadn’t
even started yet. The one drunken game of spin the bottle in high school had
nothing on Hunter’s kisses.
“That you’re not afraid, and I don’t tell
on you,” she muttered into his lips the moment she could.
“Yes, exactly.” His big hands started their
exploration with her ribs, but then slid up just under her breasts, and he
reached to tease her nipples through the dress with his thumbs. The way he
looked into her eyes was hypnotizing, and Asty couldn’t explain why she
shivered so much. She had been so confident during the ritual, but now
everything was more personal. It wasn’t her liturgical persona and two
strangers she’d never see again. It was her and a hot man made of
chest, staring at him with her heart drumming against her ribcage like a caged
demon. It wasn’t an invitation to take a look at the speakers, and yet, she
slowly entered the back of the van. “I’d say you’re buttering me up.”
“To do what?” He gave her a crooked grin
and reached out to grab her hand.
She frowned, even though she’d gladly melt
into his touch. “You know what. I’m a witch, remember? I can read you like a
book.”
Hunter pulled her closer, grabbed her
waist, and before she could protest, he sat her on a large speaker. “So that’s
why you think I’m a pig.”
“There’s that,” she uttered, fighting the
shallowness of her breath. “And then there’s the name of your former club.” She
knew what “hogs” meant in biker slang, but it was still amusing.
“Well, I’m a Nail now.” Hunter put his
hands on the sides of her thighs, leaning closer. “And I’m not scared of your
daddy.”
Asty inhaled slowly, and her eyes wouldn’t
stray from Hunter’s handsome face and expressive eyes. “You should be scared of
Tooth. He’s like my big brother,” she whispered, unable to stop the shudders
rocking her body.
“I won’t have to be scared if you don’t
tell him, right?” He leaned lower to catch her lips in a kiss.
Asty arched forward, heat streaming through
her body, and the prickling at her lips wouldn’t let her move away. It was as
if time stopped, and she didn’t care to put it into motion again. Electricity
trailed down her chest, all the way between her tender pussy lips, and all of a
sudden, there was an ache inside her, and she just had to close her thighs.
“Maybe ...”
“Oh, you’re a tease, aren’t you?” Hunter
whispered against her lips. “You’re toying with my life, babe.”
Asty slid her hands to his shoulders,
shocked by how warm they were against her own skin. “I told you death is
following me. You can still run ...”
Hunter took a deep breath and quickly
straightened up. “Yep, that’s creepy, I’m done,” he said, and to Asty’s utter
shock and disappointment, he went straight for the back door of the van. But
just as he was about to jump off, he reached out to the handles and pulled them
to shut the van.
They were left in just the bluish light of
the flashlight, and Hunter turned around to her with a grin, approaching
slowly, like a predator about to feast on its victim. “Gotta try harder than
that to scare me.” He stood in front of her, and she looked up the flames of
hell tattooed on his stomach to the large cross on his chest and “JUDAS”
written under his collarbones. “Now, where were we?”
Before she could answer, his lips were on
hers, forcing them to part and let his tongue in. The kiss was so different now
that she actually knew him, now that he wasn’t a faceless man in the darkness.
He’d seen her without makeup, and still wanted her, seen her meltdowns, seen
her vibrator. And still wanted her.
Asty crawled her fingers into his hair and
mewled without even thinking about it. His tongue was so smooth against hers as
it played in her mouth. The contrast of that sensation and the sharp bite of
the stubble growing back on Hunter’s skin had her pussy squeezing, and they hadn’t
even started yet. The one drunken game of spin the bottle in high school had
nothing on Hunter’s kisses.
“That you’re not afraid, and I don’t tell
on you,” she muttered into his lips the moment she could.
“Yes, exactly.” His big hands started their
exploration with her ribs, but then slid up just under her breasts, and he
reached to tease her nipples through the dress with his thumbs. The way he
looked into her eyes was hypnotizing, and Asty couldn’t explain why she
shivered so much. She had been so confident during the ritual, but now
everything was more personal. It wasn’t her liturgical persona and two
strangers she’d never see again. It was her and a hot man made of
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