The Damaged (The Insiders Trilogy #2) Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Insiders Trilogy Series by Tijan
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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“Good.”

Simple, precise, and a killer shot. Kash switched his gaze to me.

He reached down and grabbed my hand. A thrill went through me, sliding down my spine in the best way and he pulled me behind him. The path remained open, but then I saw there were guards lining the way. Kash and I swept past them, heading for the door. As we passed by the last staff desk, someone stepped back quickly. I looked up, thinking it was Torie, or someone maybe I wouldn’t know.

Hoda stared back at me, her eyes wide. She was holding a drink tray in front of her, turned vertically as if to shield her, and as we both startled at seeing the other, she recovered quicker.

Her eyes moved past surprise to hostility, and then they slid down to my hand in Kash’s and they turned cold.

I didn’t have time to say anything. Kash was out the door. Three steps and we were both sliding into the back of the waiting SUV. Once inside, the door was shut behind us and I turned toward Kash to greet him. He greeted me first.

His mouth was on mine.

FIVE

Kash

I needed Bailey.

My body needed her. My soul needed her.

I wanted to hold her.

I wanted to be reassured by her, comforted by her. I wanted her to make the world go away, because right now all I could think was how hard the world was, but there was a need more primitive than the others.

I gave in to that need.

My body was primed, stark desperation strumming in my veins for her, because this day had sucked.

So when I got her in the SUV, I didn’t waste time.

The privacy divider was up.

She moaned into my mouth, pressing against me, and I pushed a hand up her shirt. My hand closed over her tit and I pulled. She gasped, her mouth opening, and I surged in there, too.

God. This woman.

She knocked me on my ass the first time I saw her, and her power had only grown. She knocked everyone on their ass, but it was different with me.

I was tuned to her.

When she ached for me, I knew.

When she moaned, it was my high.

When she was moving beneath me, her legs wound around me, her hips trying to pull everything from me she could get, I was addicted. That addiction hadn’t lessened. A snap of her fingers, a certain look, a certain sound from her and I’d vanquish anyone or anything I needed to make her ache with pleasure back for me.

I ran my hand down her back, enjoying how she trembled in my wake, and I pushed into her jeans, moving around to her front and undoing her buttons.

“God, Kash.”

Yes. I knew. I needed her more than she needed me, and instead of responding, my mouth took control. I loved her warmth.

She bucked in my arms so I pulled her onto my lap.

Our driver couldn’t see what we were doing, but I hit the button. He would know to keep driving until we were done.

I kept going, my other hand running down her front, between her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to her waist and around, as I picked her up. Her legs fell on both sides of me. I switched my hands, my fingers sliding back inside, and my other dipped into the back of her jeans, urging her to ride me.

She did. She didn’t need any assistance. Her hips were already moving, so greedy, and I loved it. I wanted more.

Her head tipped back, her throat exposed. I bent, finding her there, feeling her pulse skip a beat. My own body was raging. My dick was demanding to be inside of her, but I waited. I always waited. Her first. Always her first.

“Kash,” she moaned.

That’s it.

That was it.

She trembled as I felt her come.

My turn.

I didn’t wait for her to come down. I pushed her up, swept her pants down, yanked them off, and then she was back down and I was surging inside of her. Holy fuck. She was home. My home. My everything.

Her shirt was still on, but my hand moved up, shoving it to her shoulders, just enough. I wanted to feel her against me. She was gone too, her eyes closed. She was lost, and I was getting there.

She began moving with me, her legs tensing, and I relaxed back against the seat, feeling her feeling me.

Jesus.

Christ.

I moved us both, flipping her over, and I bent over, shoving inside, and shoving deep.

“Kash!”

“Bailes.” I kissed down the back of her neck, her spine. Her shirt was still over her shoulders, so I pulled it the rest of the way, reaching around and grabbing her breast. I tugged on her nipple, feeling her body shake, then I bent over, molding to her as I kept thrusting inside.


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