The Biker's Baby (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 10)

He releases his hold on me and fiddles with the zipper on his pants. I have to time this right. I’ll only get one chance.

“Fuck me, lover,” I pant, spreading my legs wider. He lines his hips up between mine. The tip of his cock kisses my pussy lips. He rubs the head back and forth and I pretend I’m someone else.

Someone capable of turning off my emotions. This means nothing. He shoves inside me to the hilt, and I wrap my legs around him, securing his body to mine.

With one hand behind his head, I hold Carlos tight as he works his hips pounding into me relentlessly. His teeth nip at my neck and along my jaw. It kills me but I give him my mouth and return his kiss, meeting his every thrust.

“I’m gonna blow,” he groans the words out and his movements get faster.

“Not yet,” I tell him, as I tighten my grip on him everywhere.

“I can’t stop,” he growls as beads of sweat drip from his forehead. The second his body tenses and his warmth coats my insides I strike.

At first, he doesn’t realize what’s happening. Too dazed and confused by his ongoing orgasm to comprehend that I just drove his scissors into a major artery. His eyes widen as the pain registers, but he doesn’t react fast enough. He goes to choke me, except the damage is done.

“See you in hell.” I jerk my weapon out of his body and slash at him as his blood spurts from the wound.