Claimed by the Bad Boy

Author:London Saint James [Saint James, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic, erotica, thriller, suspense, contemporar, y bdsm, multiple partner
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Present.

Ryker let himself into Molly’s place and set the spare key on top the newel post before making his way up the stairs, listening to the wood creak beneath his feet when he hit the top step.

Yanking the canvas strap off his shoulder, he walked inside Molly’s peach-colored girly-girl bedroom and dropped his knapsack on the floor. His heart pounded in his chest as he took her in and stepped out of his flip flops. Had he ever seen anything as marvelous as this woman on her forearms and knees, heart-shaped ass up, her pretty plump pussy lips slightly parted for his viewing pleasure? No. He sure the hell didn’t think so. But what made the moment even better, was when she turned her head to peek over at him, hair swishing around her face, and gave him a sly little smile not quite hidden by those strawberry strands caressing the mouth he intended on enjoying.

His cock throbbed. He’d get to her mouth, but right now, he had other plans for her.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled it from the loops of his jeans, then went to her, placing the black leather belt on the mattress where she could see it.

“What’s that for?” she asked, her voice small as she glanced up at him.

“Do you trust me?”

Molly nodded.

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

“Good, sweetheart. Then you’ll soon find out, what I want is your pleasure.”

Ryker ripped the shirt from over his head and kept his attention trained on her. Molly’s eyes had turned into a darker shade of green as her gaze trailed down his chest and stomach—pupils going large. When he reached for the fly on his jeans, that talented tongue of hers swiped the line of her lips.

Nervous? Turned on?

A combination of both, he decided as he worked the top button free and paused. She lifted her gaze up to his face, locking on to his eyes.

“Ryker.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re beautiful.”

The unexpected comment struck him—a wrecking ball blow to the midsection.

“The only one who’s beautiful in this room, is you,” he said, working the rest of his fly open and tugging off his jeans.

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