Taking Her Innocence (Killer of Kings 1)

“Hey, it’s a quaint town.”

He groaned.

“And I wasn’t talking about guns. You know I hate them. I was talking about something else,” she said. Did she have to spell it out? Pepper ran her hand up his strong thigh, heading north. When she reached his crotch, she gave him a little squeeze. On contact, his cock began to firm up, filling his jeans with a huge bulge. He grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Baby, you have to heal. Don’t tease me.”

Pepper was starting to get a complex. “Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been snapping at everyone lately because all I can think about is fucking you.”

“Then stop holding back. I need you, Viper. And I trust you not to hurt me.”

He released her hand, so she snaked it up his shirt, loving the feel of his hard muscles. A wave of heat flooding her veins, settling between her legs. She needed him, now more than ever.

“You drive me crazy.” He kissed her neck, her cheek, and then found her lips. Viper must have been restraining himself because the kiss was pure passion, hungry and desperate. She closed her eyes and absorbed the desire growing between them.

“I love this house,” she whispered against his lips.

“I want to make all your dreams come true, baby.”

“You already have,” she said.

He stood and scooped her up as if she weighed a hundred pounds. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. His strength was such a turn-on. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve had blue balls all week. Let’s christen this house. You have no idea how much I want your sweet little pussy.”

Viper would never be a traditional husband—he had a filthy mouth, a no-holds-barred attitude, and fucked like an animal. Still, Pepper wouldn’t trade her bad boy for the world.

The End