Original Sin (Dark Saints Motorcycle Club Book 1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Amy Love
toppling over. “Hey…” The low baritone growl in her ear made her shudder. “You're not going to wake up in the morning completely at a loss for where you are, are you? If you're that hammered, maybe we just need to get you a cab home—”
“Oh, bite me, pretty boy.” Since she usually went out alone, Vicky didn't make a habit of getting black-out drunk when she met men. Certainly, she was more than a little bit drunk, but she had no problem walking, and she would have no problem blowing this arrogant, gorgeous man's mind. “I'm completely fine.”
“I'll take your word for it.” With a warm, large hand on the small of her back, he steered her from the club and into the cool evening air. Thankfully, there were a number of taxis waiting at the curb, and they slipped inside quickly—one after the other.
The interior of the taxi seemed strangely intimate after the large booth of the club, and for a moment, both of them grasped for words. Eventually, Vicky alleviated the somewhat uneasy silence by turning to Liam and pressing her mouth unexpectedly to his.
He was shocked for perhaps two seconds before his lips parted beneath hers, causing Vicky to moan lowly at the pliant softness of his mouth. While she might have initiated the kiss, he quickly took control, pulling her into his lap to plunder her mouth ruthlessly. His tongue probed, teased, and played, making her entire body hum with arousal as she clung to him. Both of them were oblivious to the taxi driver's exasperated expression as they devoured one another.
Liam tasted like cigarettes, whiskey, and pure, dark masculinity. It was like some kind of sweet, spicy, intoxicating liquor that she couldn't get enough of. As he sipped from her mouth again and again, she found herself quickly drugged. Groaning his name lowly, she ran her hands through his dark waves, her mouth leaving his to trail heated kisses over his neck and throat.
At some point during her little feast, the taxi stopped. Liam had to physical remove her from his lap to get her to notice. “Christ, woman.” His face was flushed, his breath rapid, and the massive bulge she felt at the crux of her thighs told her that he had no problem with her eagerness. He practically flung a handful of bills at the taxi driver before yanking her from the vehicle.
Vicky didn't recognize on sight what neighborhood they were in, but Liam's building loomed large before them. She barely got the slightest glimpse of it before she was pulled into his embrace once more, his mouth returning to hers.
Shamelessly, Vicky ground herself against his arousal, gasping as her thighs tensed at the ensuing sensation. Already, she could feel her own desire slicken the lining of her expensive silk panties, and she wanted nothing more than for Liam to peel them down her legs with his teeth.
And so, she told him so.
At her huskily whispered statement, he groaned lowly and lifted her over his shoulder to smack her ass. She shrieked at the indignity; but, lucky for her, there was no one else present on the block to witness her humiliation.
Alright…so it was more than a little arousing that he could just toss her over his arm like that, but she'd admit it when hell froze over. It was all she could do to repress her giggles as he carried her across the threshold of the building, careful to dip slightly so she didn't hit her head. Beneath her stomach, the muscles of his shoulders were like steel. All the way up to the fifteenth floor, she imagined what it would be like to curl her fingers into them as he fucked her until she was absolutely breathless.
She didn't have long to wait.
Within seconds of leaving the elevator, Liam was fumbling with his keys. It took less than a minute to open his front door, and the moment he did, they were inside.
Sliding down his front, Vicky made a low sound of arousal as she felt sleek, hard muscles from his chest to his hips. He barely took
“Oh, bite me, pretty boy.” Since she usually went out alone, Vicky didn't make a habit of getting black-out drunk when she met men. Certainly, she was more than a little bit drunk, but she had no problem walking, and she would have no problem blowing this arrogant, gorgeous man's mind. “I'm completely fine.”
“I'll take your word for it.” With a warm, large hand on the small of her back, he steered her from the club and into the cool evening air. Thankfully, there were a number of taxis waiting at the curb, and they slipped inside quickly—one after the other.
The interior of the taxi seemed strangely intimate after the large booth of the club, and for a moment, both of them grasped for words. Eventually, Vicky alleviated the somewhat uneasy silence by turning to Liam and pressing her mouth unexpectedly to his.
He was shocked for perhaps two seconds before his lips parted beneath hers, causing Vicky to moan lowly at the pliant softness of his mouth. While she might have initiated the kiss, he quickly took control, pulling her into his lap to plunder her mouth ruthlessly. His tongue probed, teased, and played, making her entire body hum with arousal as she clung to him. Both of them were oblivious to the taxi driver's exasperated expression as they devoured one another.
Liam tasted like cigarettes, whiskey, and pure, dark masculinity. It was like some kind of sweet, spicy, intoxicating liquor that she couldn't get enough of. As he sipped from her mouth again and again, she found herself quickly drugged. Groaning his name lowly, she ran her hands through his dark waves, her mouth leaving his to trail heated kisses over his neck and throat.
At some point during her little feast, the taxi stopped. Liam had to physical remove her from his lap to get her to notice. “Christ, woman.” His face was flushed, his breath rapid, and the massive bulge she felt at the crux of her thighs told her that he had no problem with her eagerness. He practically flung a handful of bills at the taxi driver before yanking her from the vehicle.
Vicky didn't recognize on sight what neighborhood they were in, but Liam's building loomed large before them. She barely got the slightest glimpse of it before she was pulled into his embrace once more, his mouth returning to hers.
Shamelessly, Vicky ground herself against his arousal, gasping as her thighs tensed at the ensuing sensation. Already, she could feel her own desire slicken the lining of her expensive silk panties, and she wanted nothing more than for Liam to peel them down her legs with his teeth.
And so, she told him so.
At her huskily whispered statement, he groaned lowly and lifted her over his shoulder to smack her ass. She shrieked at the indignity; but, lucky for her, there was no one else present on the block to witness her humiliation.
Alright…so it was more than a little arousing that he could just toss her over his arm like that, but she'd admit it when hell froze over. It was all she could do to repress her giggles as he carried her across the threshold of the building, careful to dip slightly so she didn't hit her head. Beneath her stomach, the muscles of his shoulders were like steel. All the way up to the fifteenth floor, she imagined what it would be like to curl her fingers into them as he fucked her until she was absolutely breathless.
She didn't have long to wait.
Within seconds of leaving the elevator, Liam was fumbling with his keys. It took less than a minute to open his front door, and the moment he did, they were inside.
Sliding down his front, Vicky made a low sound of arousal as she felt sleek, hard muscles from his chest to his hips. He barely took
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