Vendetta Road – Torpedo Ink Read online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, MC, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
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Ice told her that every man there had attended one of the schools in Russia. She was somewhat surprised, as they all spoke perfect English without a trace of an accent. She was part of all this. Ice had given that to her. She looked up at him with absolute love. He happened to be watching her face in the firelight, and he smiled down at her. The look on his face was breathtaking.

“Come on, baby.”

Her heart jumped and then began to pound. She’d been waiting for what seemed forever. She recognized that voice. She knew what was coming and all night, with the pounding beat of the music in her veins and her body, she’d been waiting. Sometimes she loved him so much she could barely breathe. She took his hand and let him pull her up.

She’d been surprised at his restraint. Usually, Ice didn’t go very long without wanting to have sex with her. At home, when they were alone, he made love to her at least twice a day. Sometimes more often. He had been gentle with her that morning, so sweet and loving, she’d cried. He could do that, go from wild to tender, and she craved both from him.

He walked her over to a bench set out in the field of wildflowers Lana and Alena had originally encouraged to grow by throwing seed everywhere and hoping it worked. It had. The field had all sorts of colorful flowers blooming in the daylight hours. They seemed to close their petals at night, but it was still beautiful.

They could look out and see the ocean, the way the surf came and went, white foam spraying high into the air as the waves crashed against the rocks. It was a very clear night, and the stars were out in abundance. The moon was nearly full, spilling its silvery light overhead, turning the sea a mesmerizing blue and the field of flowers various shades of green.

Ice sank down on the bench, pulling her down beside him. The moment she sat, his arms went around her and he was kissing her. Transporting her. No matter how many times he kissed her, each time was that fiery slide into another world. She gave herself up to it, to him. He tasted hot, masculine, everything she wanted or needed.

“I want your cock,” she whispered into his mouth. “I’ve wanted it all evening.”

“Gotta earn it, baby,” he whispered back, his teeth nipping her chin and following the line of her throat to the edging of lace around her tank.

Excitement welled up. “Tell me what I have to do,” she said, throwing her head back, pushing her breasts out for him to have better access. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“You know I like you naked. I want to see your tits and ass, princess.” He sprawled out on the bench, legs in front of him, leaning against the backrest, eyes half closed. Watching her. Making her shiver with that look on his face.

She loved it when he talked like that. She knew the sex was going to be explosive. She didn’t hesitate. There was no reason to. They were a good distance from the others, out in the middle of the field. She could hear the laughter and the music. Several women were naked, dancing or fucking. No one paid that much attention. If they did, it was only to get off themselves, and she never had a problem with anyone seeing her worshipping her man. It was hot. Exciting. And she knew it aroused him just as unbelievably as it did her.

She took her tank off and faced him as she removed her bra, spilling her breasts out into the open. Instantly, the cold air had her nipples stiff and hard. He beckoned her closer and she stepped between his spread thighs and leaned down, her hands cupping her breasts to offer them to him.

Ice loved how she looked, bent over, her tits soft and round and so inviting. He waited a few heartbeats so that image would forever stay in his mind and then he leaned forward to take her left nipple into his mouth, his hand playing with the other one. He wasn’t gentle. He used his teeth and tongue ruthlessly, sucking hard and then switching to the other tit. He marked them both as he reached for the waistband of her jeans, opening the front.

“Take them off.” He settled back in his seat to watch her shimmy the denim over her hips and down her legs.

She’d kicked off her pull-on boots, the ones she wore often just in case he suddenly had the mad desire to bend her over his bike and wanted her naked just like this. Several times, when they were riding in the woods with only a couple of the others, he would feel like he was going to explode, and he’d stop. She never said no. Not one time. He loved that about her.


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