Atlas (Iron Tzars MC #4) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
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Atlas leaned in close so his lips were right against my ear, his arms going around me. “I swear I won’t hurt you, Rose.” His rough murmur was like an erotic stroke of his hand. “We have to sleep in the same bed. I have to hold you. But I swear that’s as far as it goes. If I didn’t get that camera covered and Dutch or Bozz came in here with me on the couch…”

“I know.” I made sure to keep him between me and the other part of the house, my voice no more than a whisper.

“You can tell me to back off.”

“No.” I stepped into his embrace and rested my cheek against his wide chest. “It’s OK. Really. We can’t risk…”

“I know.” He stepped back and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fuck.”

I turned and climbed into the small bed and pulled the covers over me, lying on my side facing away from him. He was silent for the longest time, then he sighed, and the bed dipped behind me. Atlas moved me so that my head was pillowed on his arm, and he wrapped me up tightly against his body. I couldn’t help the sigh of pleasure. This wasn’t something I’d ever experienced. Even the one guy I’d had sex with hadn’t actually slept with me.

“You good?” As always, his voice was right beside my ear. He nuzzled my neck gently, and I had to wonder if it was a move to gentle me or if it was simply a habit he had. Was this how he treated all his lovers?

I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed.

“Fuck.” He tightened his grip on me, biting out the word viciously. I knew what the problem was but was afraid to tell him it was all right in case we were heard. We’d already said too much without the cover of music. Nestled between the cheeks of my ass, Atlas’s cock pulsed almost violently. I knew I should be embarrassed or outraged, but even though I was in this situation -- maybe even because of it -- I couldn’t muster the effort. In fact, it fueled my own lust because, I had to face it, Atlas was everything I’d ever wanted in a man. At least, I thought he was. Outside of all this, I had no idea how he’d be with me. Just because I gave him a hard-on after seeing my tits and us being mashed so close together in this tiny bed, didn’t mean I was his type. I seriously doubted a man like him looked at me twice under normal circumstances.

“Just a few more hours, baby.” His whisper was right at my ear. I turned my head to look back at him, shaking it slightly. He groaned before nipping the side of my neck, causing me to yelp. “Not talkin’ ’bout that with you.” There was an edge to his whisper now.

I turned over and pulled him close so I could put my lips next to his ear. “You know we need to stay and stop this guy.” I was careful to speak so softly it would only carry to him and not any listening devices. At least, I hoped I did.

“You’ll do what I tell you to,” he growled.

Again, I shook my head, lifting my chin stubbornly.

“You know the decision has pretty much been taken from you, right?” He cupped my chin in his big hand, his thumb and fingers pressing into my jaw. It wasn’t painful, but enough I knew he meant business. He was being as careful as I was not to say something that could get us both in trouble, but I understood exactly what he meant. Dad said he’d be here in three hours. Which meant, exactly three hours and two minutes later, he’d come in guns blazing.

We stared at each other for a long moment. It was dark, but the moonlight filtering through the dirty window was enough to let me see his face clearly. My lips parted, and I sucked in a breath. This man was so potent he made me forget every good sense I had. In that moment, all I wanted was for him to kiss me and take me away from this awful place to a world of sensual pleasure.

His hand moved around to snatch a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that, girl. I will fuckin’ eat you alive.”

“Yes… Please.” The little plea escaped before I could censor myself, because I needed to give him anything he wanted. If I continued to let my guard down around him, to let temptation rule me, I’d give myself to him and damn the consequences.

“Goddammit,” he swore. Then he took my mouth in a kiss that put the other kisses we’d shared to shame.


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