Heartless Savage (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 7)

“Nova.” His lips touched my neck right below my ear, and I had to bite back a moan. “You are lucky I didn’t put a bullet in your friend’s head. Keep talking, and I will go back and do so right now.”

I pursed my lips, knowing this was not the time to press the issue. I’d only seen Ryan this angry once before, and even then, it hadn’t been to this extent. I didn’t know what he was capable of when he was like this, and I didn’t want to test his limits.

As we descended the stairs to the first floor, I realized Pietro was right beside us, blocking anyone from taking our picture as we left through the back exit. As soon as we were outside, the guard opened the door to Ryan’s SUV, and I was practically tossed inside before Ryan followed after me.

I’d barely settled when I was being hoisted again and placed on his lap. Ryan started unbuttoning the coat I was wearing, the privacy divider already slowly rising between us and the driver, as Pietro took the front passenger seat. “My apartment. Now!”

The divider closed completely just as he pushed the coat off my shoulders. “Where is the zipper?”

“What?” I blinked up at him, sure I’d heard him wrong.

“The zipper, Nova. The fucking zipper. Where is it?”

Confused by the question, I turned, showing him the small clasp and zipper at the back. On my next inhale, the clasp was undone and the zipper lowered, causing the front of my dress to fall forward. With a small scream, I caught it and held the material to my bare chest.

“Release it,” he commanded, his tone making it clear I needed to listen.

In the dimness in the back of the SUV, the windows so tinted that not even the flashing city lights could penetrate, I clutched the material closer. Afraid he wouldn’t like what he saw if I were naked. That he wouldn’t want me. That I wasn’t beautiful enough. How many women could he have fucked by this point? How perfect were they all compared to me? “I-I’m not wearing a bra.”

“I am very much aware of that fact.” His tone made me shiver, but not in fear. I heard something lethal in his voice, but there was no disguising his hunger. And it turned me on in an embarrassingly telling way. “Release the dress, Nova. Now.”

I slowly let go of the dress, allowing it to fall to my waist, and then I crossed my arms over my breasts, hiding my nakedness from him. Ryan lifted my hips, taking it completely off. Pressing the power button to roll down the window, he tossed the dress out into the busy night. Gasping, I watched as the car behind us ran over it while Ryan powered the window back into place.

“The panties?” He was panting now, but I wasn’t sure if it was from his continued rage or the fact that I was sitting on his lap in nothing but a pair of silk bikini briefs. “Did he give them to you as well?”

“N-no,” I breathed, watching his chest rise and fall with each labored breath he took. “I-I got them the last time I went to Paris.”

Leaning in, he touched his nose to my neck, breathing in slowly. Goose bumps pebbled the skin along my entire body, making me shiver as an ache began to pulse deep between my legs. “You’re lucky you smell like my Nova. If you had smelled of someone else, I would have ordered Pietro to turn this car around and killed the motherfucker.”

“Why?” I gasped, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it of the fog his closeness and my near-nakedness were causing. “Why would you kill him? He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He clothed you. Touched you. He wants to take my Nova from me.” Ryan tangled his hand in my hair, wrapping the long strands around his wrist and pulling tight until my head was angled back—not enough to hurt, but exposing my neck to him. He skimmed his nose up and down, breathing me in over and over again, like he couldn’t get enough of my scent. “He made you laugh. That precious sound is for my ears only, and you let him hear it.”

“Ryan,” I moaned, his words only making the ache more painful. I squirmed on his lap, trying to hide the fact that my panties were soaked. But as I did, my ass rubbed over something thick and hard, causing him to groan as if he were in physical pain. “Oh my God,” I whispered, meeting his glazed-over gaze as realization hit me. “Ryan?”

“I am about to do something I swore I wouldn’t do until you were eighteen, my heart,” he muttered, the tip of his tongue licking up the side of my neck, tasting me as I had wanted to taste him only a handful of minutes before. “But not even a saint could withstand this agony that you have built inside me.”

24

Ryan

The taste of her skin was sweeter than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine. The first shot of it on my tongue made me ravenous. Every plan I’d ever made for us vanished as she rubbed her ass over my throbbing cock, making the poor fucker leak onto the inside of my thigh until there was a damp spot from the thick stickiness.

But that one wet spot was nothing compared to how saturated Nova was making the rest of my lap. The scent of her arousal hit me, adding fuel to the inferno already blazing miles high inside me. I tasted her skin from the

base of her neck to the corner of her mouth, needing her lips on mine, but knowing it would be the end of what little common sense I still desperately held on to.

“Baby,” I breathed against her cheek as I stroked my hand up the inside of her right thigh, coating my fingers in her need that was smeared across her delicate skin. “You’re so wet for me.”

“R-Ryan,” she moaned, turning her head in search of my mouth. “Please.”

That strangled plea was my undoing. My mouth fused to hers, my tongue dipping inside to taste all of my little angel in our first kiss. First not just for us as a couple, but a first for either of us, ever. I’d known she was my future from the moment she’d snuggled against me and said she wanted to marry me when she was just three years old. Every first I had to give was hers, and I had held on to them all. Waiting until she was ready.

She thrust her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until we were one breath. She tried to take control, but I tightened my hand in her hair, letting her know I needed to be in total control of every aspect when it came to her.

I pulled back, licking at her bottom lip as I looked down at her. With her fingers combing through my hair, her chest was now exposed to my starved eyes. She was completely bare except for the tiny scrap of silk covering her pussy, and it was so wet I could see the outline of her lower lips. Her next breath was shuddery, making her tits bounce, practically begging me to taste her cherry-colored nipples.

Rubbing my fingers through the cream on her thighs, I smeared it over her right nipple and then lowered my head, sucking that hard nub against the roof of my mouth. The taste of her need for me exploded on my taste buds, and I sucked harder, needing every last trace of it.