UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,29

against the bruise at the base of my throat.

“Please,” I beg.

He chuckles, pulling back his hips slightly. I feel him slide out, then slam back inside of me. Gripping his shoulders, my nails dig into his skin as he starts to pound into me. My back is going to be bruised from being pressed against the shower wall, but it’s worth every second of having him inside of me.

Wrapping my legs around him tighter, I hold him against me as much as I can. His pelvis grinds against my clit with each stroke. I climb higher and higher toward my release, something that I am seriously craving right now. Never did I think that I would feel this way, never did I realize that this is what sex could be.

It’s fucking amazing.

MOUNTAIN

Christ.

Her cunt feels like goddamn heaven, like it was sculpted and formed just for my cock and only mine.

Breathing heavily, I slam my hips against hers, making sure to graze my pelvis against her clit each time I bury myself inside of her. She’s panting heavily, the sound of the water not even loud enough to drown out her breaths.

Sucking her neck in deeper, I’m sure that I’m going to leave an even bigger mark against her skin and honest to fuck, I couldn’t give a shit less. Her pussy flutters around me, I feel every ripple as I pump in and out of her.

She gasps as she clamps down around me, then lets out a long moan before her entire body shudders. I don’t stop my movements, I don’t slow down or even attempt to control myself. Leighton likes rough, she fucking gets off on it and swear to Christ, that is sexier than anything else I’ve ever experienced.

When I come, I don’t bother pulling out of her, I can’t stop myself. Burying myself balls deep inside of her, I let my head drop back and let out a roar with my release. My legs tremble, I’m tempted to fall down to my ass and bring her along with me, but we got shit to do and holding her after that epic orgasm feels far to intimate a move.

“Mountain,” she sighs.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. Her lids are lowered, her lips parted, her cheeks pink and her face flushed. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She’s a rich bitch, but she’s nothing like the others I’ve had, like the ones that I thought I wanted—she’s different, damaged.

“Let’s get ready. Need to get some food before I starve to fuckin’ death,” I grumble against her lips. “Also need to get you in to see a doctor.”

Her eyes widen, her nails dig into my shoulders farther. “Why?” she says, her breath hitching. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time, for years,” she admits.

“Years?” I ask, arching a brow.

She nods her head slowly. “Years, Mountain.”

“How long is years, mi reina?”

Her lips pout, then she presses them together and I think that she’s going to deny me the answer, the truth. Her gaze flicks to mine, her blue eyes watching me before she whispers.

“Three.”

I don’t respond to her confession. The idea that nobody has touched her body in three years fills me with an animalistic pride. She’s mine, claimed by me and now owned by me for as long as I desire her.

“Let’s get ready,” I murmur, pulling out of her and helping her stand to her feet.

We don’t say anything else as we clean up. I hand her a scratchy, threadbare towel before I take one for myself. I let out a grunt as I attempt to dry my body off.

“Add towels to your shopping list, babe,” I instruct. “These fuckin’ suck.”

Leighton lets out a soft laugh before she slips past me and makes her way back into the master bedroom. I watch her hips sway in the short towel that’s wrapped around her body.

Sexy as fuck.

That’s what she is, and that’s why I grabbed her instead of killed her. That’s why I fuck her instead of asking her questions. That’s why I haven’t let her go—that’s why I probably won’t.

With a grunt, I walk into my old bedroom and grab a clean pair of jeans, a t-shirt, boxers, and socks. It takes me all of five minutes to get dressed, including running my fingers through my hair.

Sliding my cut back on, I make my way into the master bedroom to see what’s keeping Leighton. She’s standing with her back to me, the towel still wrapped around her body