Kiss_Bang (Lost Devils MC #1) - Madison Faye Page 0,9

against his massive chest through my blouse. His bare skin is hot and warm against me, and I moan into his lips as he claims mine. He pushes against me, pressing me into the wall, and that’s when I feel it. Or, that’s when I realize what I’ve been feeling is not his thigh.

My mind goes white, my breath catches, and a wicked, forbidden desire I’ve never once felt burns through me like napalm. He pulls back as I gasp, and my eyes drop down between us.

“I’m—that—”

I swallow.

Oh my God.

The enormous bulge in his jeans is visibly throbbing and pulsing, rippling the denim as he grinds again me. He so much bigger than me that it’s pressing hard against my belly button, but it just keeps going down—down and down his leg so far that it’s also throbbing between my own thighs. He growls, kissing me again and making me whisper. His leg—the one his… package is trailing down—presses between my thighs. He opens them with his knee, and God help me, I let him.

“Just like that,” he growls.

He knows what he’s doing. And he knows what he’s doing to me.

“I can feel how warm you are,” he purrs into my lips. “I can feel how wet you are.”

“I—oh, God,” I gasp.

“This why you came here tonight?” he growls.

“No—no,” I manage to gasp out as I melt sinfully against him.

“Then why?” he hisses darkly.

“I—”

“To check on me?”

“Y—yes!” I gasp.

“Maybe you were curious,” he grunts lowly. “Big man…” he growls deep in his huge chest, and I whimper.

“Curious how big I was?”

I moan. “No, I—”

“Don’t lie, little rose,” he purrs against my lips. My legs shake, and my hands clench to fists over and over at my sides. I raise one up, and I tentatively let it touch his bulging forearm. I moan as he presses into me, grinding his huge, thick, fat… cock into me. He bends way over me, his mouth finds my neck, and I gasp. Those big hands of his—my God, they’re totally around my waist, and it’s not like I’m twig.

It’s like making out with the Hulk.

He kisses me hard, grinding his huge erection into me. I know this is so fucking wrong, and dirty, and dangerous. He’s so wrong and dirty and dangerous. His muscles surround me, and I moan as he kisses me fiercely. He smells like man, and God is it messing with my head—pheromones or magic or something. He smells like pure desire, and I’m helpless to resist.

He moves his hips in slow rhythm, like he’s making love to me, like one of those romance novels Elena gives me.

But no. I blush to myself. No, not that. It’s more like he’s… like he’s fucking me. This isn’t like Elena’s romance novels. This is no Duke or English Lord whispering sweep nothings into my ear.

This is a monster.

A beast.

A wild animal taking what he wants from me. A beast a hair’s breadth away from ripping my clothes off and breeding me—from mating with me. And fuck is that hot. My pussy is so wet that my panties are a dripping mess—soaked and slippery between my lips. His huge erection grinds into me, rubbing my clit through my panties, and I moan wantonly, like I’ve never once moaned before.

Good lord, I must be leaving a freaking wet spot on his jeans. It’s so embarrassing, but I never want him to stop.

“So wet,” he grunts into my lips, making me whimper. “Make a mess of that pussy for me, princess,” he hisses. “Let me feel that princess pussy come. Come for me like a dirty little girl, Catalina.”

I explode like a bomb. I come, screaming into his lips as he kisses me like he’s claiming the climax—like he’s bottling up my moans to save as a trophy.

Panting, my face red, my body buzzing, and my hair wild, I pull away. Look up into his eyes, biting my lip in a mix of nervousness and pure desire.

“I—”

“That what you came here for?” he growls.

I blush fiercely.

“No…”

“Yes, it is,” he grunts. “I think you just wanted to come for a taste of ‘the beast.’”

I blush.

“What if the beast wants more than a taste,” he growls lowly, a fire in his dark eyes.

I whimper. If he goes for it, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

…I don’t think I’d even want to stop him.

Suddenly, there are words in Spanish from outside the clinic, and I gasp sharply. It’s my father’s guards. Hush hears it too, and he growls