Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,78

another of those frustrated ones, but a straight-up sex moan. Pure lust shone in her gaze.

He squeezed again with the same light pressure. This time her pussy clenched around him, and she shuddered.

Holy fuck, his Makenna liked this.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

OH, MY GOD, he’s choking me.

Just as she was about to screech at him to get off, her insides spasmed with a need so violent, it almost stole her breath. There wasn’t anything she could do to keep the throaty moan from escaping.

They stared at each other, both seeming shocked by this discovery. Thunder flexed his hand and she swore her entire body lit up like a neon sign.

In actuality, he wasn’t choking her. Not at all. But he could be. One crush of his hand and her air would vanish. He held her life in his hand. She was his to do with as he pleased. There was no option to break free, as he had so much more strength and bulk than she did. Powerless and without an ounce of control, she couldn’t think, only lie there and wait for his next move, which happened to be a slow, torturous roll of his hips that made her whimper.

God, that felt incredible.

He did it again, and she trembled as the charged sensations came to life inside her.

How could this feel good? How could she want more? She’d been controlled by violent men all her life. Men who told her what to wear, what to say, who to marry. Her husband had been the most domineering of all, ordering her to spread her legs whenever he wanted an attempt at knocking her up.

She’d hated every second of that life.

But this? This was different. She was under him by choice, and Thunder used his hands for her pleasure.

As rational thought fled, physical sensation filled up the vacated space. No longer did she worry about the kids sleeping at Cassie’s. Stress over their financial situation vanished. Fear of being discovered by her father or husband dissipated like smoke in the wind. Thunder and pleasure assumed command over her mind and body, leaving room for nothing else.

He owned her with complete authority as he thrust into her again and again. Within seconds, she was right back to where she’d been, hovering at the precipice of an incredible cliff. Before, she’d been stuck there, working like a madwoman to fling herself over the edge, but never tipping forward enough to take the plunge.

The hand around her throat tightened as the exact moment his hips ground into her, rubbing her clit, and that was all it took. Makenna shattered with a sharp cry. Blinding light flashed behind her closed eyes, her muscles seized, and her entire system flooded with overwhelming ecstasy. If she could have lived in that moment forever, she would have.

How had she gone so long without experiencing it?

She’d known her life was lacking, but now she knew exactly how much. Not only the physical but the intimate connection they’d shared. The way he’d been able to read her and provide what she’d needed.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” Thunder said as he continued to fuck her. “God, you’re so beautiful when you come.” His hips flew, propelling her through the orgasm. Within a minute, he shouted her name as his muscles bunched and flexed beneath her fingertips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he yelled, hands moving to her shoulders. He held himself deep, pushing down on her shoulders to maintain the connection.

The sight of him lost to his pleasure fascinated her. She’d done that to him with her body. She’d made him feel as good as he’d made her feel.

“Fuck,” he mumbled one last time before collapsing on top of her.

With the weight of him compressing her chest, she couldn’t catch her breath, but she wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Their sweaty bodies mashed together with their runaway hearts beating side by side. It was life-changing,

“I’m moving,” he grumbled. “In a second.”

She stroked her hands up and down his damp back. “Don’t.”

Now he laughed. “You could barely say the word because you don’t have any air.”

The statement had her freezing up. God, had she really come like that while his hand was wrapped around her throat?

What the hell was wrong with her?

It was crazy, right? Depraved and sick. She was a freak.

Her limbs still zinged with pleasure and a pleasant heaviness. Now wasn’t the time to worry about her reaction to his manhandling. She had Thunder in her bed and planned to enjoy every second of