The Fall of East: Book 3 in the Hear No Evil Trilogy by Malone, Nana (ebook reader with internet browser .txt) 📗

And East Hale knew how to make me feel good. Bending down, he braced my back with one hand, making me arch and offer up my breasts to him. And then through my bra he licked and sucked and used his teeth to gently graze the nipples. When my legs started to shake, he laughed and pulled back, bringing me with him off the counter. But before I could complain, he swiftly turned me around and then tugged down my leggings.

"You have to be quiet now, Nyla. Can't have anybody getting too curious about what we're doing in here can we?"

Granted, not that I cared.

And then he had my leggings down as far as my boots would allow, and my knickers quickly followed. Then he touched me with the tip of one long finger.

"Fucking hell, Nyla."

I could do nothing but gasp his name as I braced my hands on the countertop.

All I heard was a rustle of clothes, and then he was there, that hot pulsing tip of him, ready and waiting for me.

"Wider."

I tried to comply, but the leggings stopped me. "This is as far as I can go."

He laughed. "Oh, I know. But God do I love to see you attempt to give me what I need."

"Jesus Christ, you are such a—"

I didn't get to finish that statement because he lined up with me and slid all the way home.

He dropped his head to the back of my neck and hissed. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Why do you feel so good?”

I couldn't respond. I was too busy trying to focus on breathing. He was so big, and I felt so full. I’d missed him. I missed everything about this, everything about him, and I hated the idea that after this we'd go back to being the irritated adversaries. Because I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to forgive him.

His hands slid up my belly, cupping my breasts again, and he retreated slowly. Oh so slowly as it caused a proper amount of ache and burn.

I knew full well what he was doing. Claiming me, owning me all over again.

He cupped my breasts, gently pinching the tips. I gasped, and he knew he had me. Then one hand slid down my belly, sliding between my thighs and easily finding that tight button of nerves, and he stroked. It didn't take long until I was gasping for him, whispering his name, always on the tip of my tongue. When he bit me, I shuddered, knowing I was close, so close. "Oh my God, East. Please, please, please, please, please, please. "

But he was going too slow. Taking his time, making me want more in a way that I didn't want him to. So I squeezed him using my inner muscles, and I deliberately pulsed against him as he bit out a curse, a soft growl against my ear, making my skin prickle. "Christ, woman."

But he picked up his pace. We were both too far gone for mor games, and all that could be heard were our grunts and groans and whispered pleas of yes, and right there and oh my God. But it was meeting his gaze in the mirror that sent me over the edge and into overdrive.

"That's it. See me, Nyla. I see you. I always see you. You're all I see."

And then with another press of his finger, I broke apart in his arms, having no choice but to go with it, to follow him where he led me. And I knew I never had a chance against East Hale. I was always meant to be his. With a smile of satisfaction, he kept up the onslaught, bringing me along with him despite my whispered pleas of no more, no more, no more. Please no more.

He leaned down, biting that fleshy part of skin between my neck and my shoulder, and he kept it up, bringing me the pleasure I would have denied myself until he followed me right over that edge.

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East

Ten minutes later, I barely staggered to the table. I was aware that my clothes were disheveled and my hair looked like I’d been a very naughty boy.

"How much trouble are you in?" Ben's smirk was barely concealed.

“From the looks of it, I don't think he was in that much trouble. The kind of trouble he's in is getting his dick wet by an angry woman.” Drew chortled into his scotch. “That’s the kind of trouble I like.”

"Shut it," I muttered as I shot him a glare.

Bridge just shook his head. "Did you really think you were going to get away with not telling her we were meeting?"

I ran my hands through my sex-mussed hair and watched as Nyla and Emma walked arm in arm past the window, garnering male attention as they went. It was funny. That shit didn't bother me, the blokes staring at her and salivating. I knew they couldn't touch her. I already had. And whether she was angry with me right now or not, she was, in fact, mine. No one was more concerned with her actual physical safety than me. “I didn't want to worry her. I knew the girls were trying to meet with her tonight, so I took the opportunity. I didn't see anything wrong with that.”

Ben laughed as he shook his head at me. "Mate, when are you ever going to learn?"

I shrugged. "What? It was a solid plan. They were all supposed to be together. You were the one who got tagged by Emma Varma."

Ben's face went solemn then. "What are we going to do about Ems?"

Bridge sat back and crossed his arms. "Didn't I warn you not to let her join us? I told you, mate. I fucking told you. And none of you listened. All of you agreed that Emma deserved to be part of this. ‘Emma is part of the team.’ That was your choice. You did this Ben. So you don't