Vicious Lies (Bastards of Boulder Cove, #2)

by Rachel Leigh

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I’m no dog. I’m the big bad wolf your mama warned you about and you better watch your fucking back because I’ll eat you alive the second you screw up. I’m watching and I’m waiting. I’m fucking hungry as hell, Scar.”

song in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking bowlegged for days. Then, I’m gonna fuck you again.” Holy shit.

Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Scarlett?”

“Good. Save that for me. I’m taking it next time.”

“My dick loves your mouth, baby.”

“Hands and knees. Now,”

Because then I’ll fuck you harder. I wanna hear you scream, Scarlett.”

Not satisfied with my response, he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling back and exposing my neck. I gasp, while he thrusts deeper—harder, faster. My ass ricochets off his pelvic bone, and my knees grind against the floor, small pebbles of concrete embedding itself into my kneecaps.

When he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing, I gulp. I whimper. I moan. I cry out. I manage to get out the words, “Oh god, Jagger.” My entire body seizes up. My blood pumps faster. My heart racing, and the pulse in my neck pounding against his palm. My walls clench, squeezing his cock—until he slows his motions to nothing more than a steady in and out. His hands drop back to my hips, and I internally beg for him to choke me again.

“Did I say you could come, yet?”

you asked so nicely.” He pounds into me again, his hand slapping at my pussy while he growls an animalistic sound.

Have you ever looked at someone and saw the exact moment that their heart broke? Have you ever loved that person so much, you felt their pain inside your own chest?

“If I had to guess, I’d say they're discussing whose dick fits better. My vote’s for Jagger. Guy’s hung like a horse.”

“You want me to fuck you, Scarlett? Or do you just wanna suck my dick while I eat you for dinner?”