Malicious: A Nomad Biker Novel (Raiders of Valhalla MC Book 1) by Elizabeth Knox (white hot kiss TXT) 📗

I don’t have much family that supports me, but the last thing I want to do is risk losing them, not when we’ve all lost so much. We’ve lost too much, and in my opinion, this is too risky.

“We can’t do this,” I make my thoughts known. “I made a mistake.”

“What’re you thinking right now?” Fenrir speaks up, demanding for me to give him an answer.

“We can’t do this. Amanda was my friend. She was your ex. This isn’t okay. We’re crossing a line here.”

“The last time I was with Amanda was the night Astrid was conceived, and it was years ago. We hadn’t been a couple in ages, Charm.”

I shake my head, taking a step backward. “We can’t do this, Fenrir.”

Fenrir takes a step closer into the doorway, cocking a brow. “Do you honestly believe that?”

I don’t, or I don’t know if I do. Fuck!

I furrow my brows and start to speak, but he slams his lips down onto mine. It’s like when fire and ice meet at the same time. Two incredible forces crashing into one another, and you never know which will succeed, the fire or the ice.

Fenrir wraps his hand around the small of my back and deepens the kiss. Shoving his tongue past my teeth, I give in to what he’s doing. I snake my hands around his neck and moan slightly into his mouth.

In a matter of minutes he’s pushing his way into my foyer and we’re in the living room. I’m pawing at his shirt and tossing it onto the floor, while he slips his hand under my shirt, lifts it over my head, and throws it on the floor.

His eyes stare down at my breasts and after a minute or so of him staring I’m worried he’s not approving . . . that there’s something he doesn’t like about my body, but he clears his throat. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He kneels down and wraps his mouth around one of my nipples, while his hand tends to the other one. With his tongue circling my nipple and his teeth gnawing down on the hard bud, his fingers do the same to the alternate.

I moan and my center grows wetter, desperate for some sort of action. It’s been too long since I’ve even pleasured myself and I crave feeling something more than he probably knows.

“Fenrir,” I moan his name lightly, leaning my head against the back of the wall.

He releases my breasts and rises, towering over me like the relentless Viking he is. I swallow hard and look up into his eyes, and with no words spoken he pulls down my shorts and drops his pants. His long cock is engorged and pulsating, precum coating his head. “I want to lick that pussy of yours like an Oreo, but fuck if I don’t wanna fill you up first,” he hisses. Grabbing the back of my head he yanks on my hair.

I yelp and heat rushes through me. He turns me around and puts pressure on the back of my neck, almost making me touch my toes. “I’m gonna get deep in this pussy of yours,” he promises. Dipping two fingers inside he pushes in and out, making my center grow even wetter for him.

I gnaw on my bottom lip, shimmying my hips at him, desperate for more, and out of nowhere, he takes his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock. He takes no time allowing my body to adapt to his size, fucking me like I’m a doll, taking exactly what he wants from me.

He pulls my hair and forces me to stand up. I don’t even think I’m standing on the floor at this point. He’s so deep inside me, and with one hand around my torso strumming my clit like a guitar, while the other’s holding my jaw . . . I’m in heaven.

“I’m going to make you scream my name, baby, just you wait,” he whispers against my ear, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. His fingers grow more intense as they strum against my clit and I’m riddled with fear as I get closer to orgasming.

“Fenrir, I don’t want to be someone you just fuck.”

“What? Why the fuck you bringing this up now?” he demands.

“I just . . . I don’t want you to roll up in me whenever you want.” Amanda didn’t tell me much, but she told me about patch bunnies and clubwhores. She kinda shared the negative parts of the biker lifestyle with me when I think about it.

Fenrir rams his cock into me so hard his balls slap against my wet pussy. “I don’t roll into anyone, baby, but you’re the type of woman I’d park my cock in. You feel me?”

Fenrir pinches my clit, and within a millisecond, I’m squirting around his raging hard cock. His words settle deep into my mind and I’m not even sure what to say to him. What the fuck can I say to that?

Chapter Sixteen

Fenrir

In all my years of fuckin’ women, I’ve never in my life felt what I just experienced with Charm in my arms. Not even with Amanda, if I’m being honest with myself.

Without pulling out of her, I roll us until she’s laying on top of me with her legs straddling either side of me. My cock twitches to life once again, raring to go another round. I’d gladly take the chance, too, but I know it’s late and I gotta get back to the kids.

“Gotta say, baby, this is nice,” I murmur, lifting a hand to brush a strand of hair from her cheek.

“Hmm, I have to agree with you there,” she whispers with a sweet smile on her face.

“Unfortunately, I gotta get back over to the house. You can always join me over there and we could continue this into another round,” I suggest, rocking her against me, causing her to moan briefly while biting her lip.

“I’m not staying over there. That’s Amanda’s bed. I could never