Divine Heart (Rebel Kings MC Book 8) by Garrett Leigh

Author:Garrett Leigh [Leigh, Garrett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fox Love Press
Published: 2024-09-12T00:00:00+00:00

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VIKTOR

Kissing Ranger was as magical the second time as it had been the first. But his reaction was a world away. Back then, he’d slid into kissing me back with a slow meander, smiling against my lips.

Now, he growled, hauling me against him, gifting me every inch of his lean body. His hard body, before he seemed to check himself and back off, leaving me with only his mouth.

It burned that he somehow knew I needed him to do that—that he knew the first time we’d kissed, that ease, that freedom, had been an inconstant thing for me.

You shouldn’t kiss him. He’s not someone you can run away from, not anymore.

But I did kiss him, over and over, until I had backed him against a nearby wall—something I had found myself doing whatever mood I was in.

Something he let me do.

I was an assassin. A soldier. A mercenary with rivers of blood on my hands. But Ranger was as untamed as my heart. And he was tough. If we fought tonight, he would win. Because I would die before I hurt him.

I would die if I stopped kissing him.

If he stopped kissing me.

He likes to be touched.

My hands remembered this before I did, grazing his painted skin, his abdomen, his ribs.

Ranger shivered, his kiss wavering as he snatched a shaky breath.

Utter madness drove me to slide my tongue into his mouth. To forget the times such a thing had been forced on me by other men.

He is not other men.

And I was no longer a boy. But a deep and wicked part of me did not understand, and bombarded by mixed messages, my heart reacted, beating so loud and so hard that I could not hear the music.

“Easy.” Ranger’s voice was rough whatever volume he spoke at. But his palm on my chest was gentle, even as he applied enough pressure to ground me. “Let’s go smoke.”

Cigarettes. He meant cigarettes. And I caught the wayward spark in my broken brain before it manifested.

I kissed Ranger again. To prove that I could.

To myself.

To him.

I did not know.

But perhaps he really did want a cigarette, and despite the rules for such things being somewhat lapse in my club, I led him away from the crowds and back to the safe room.

Ranger perched on a desk and lit up. “We could’ve stayed out there. Or gone to the balcony where every other cunt is smoking.”

“Everyone here is a cunt to you?”

“Figure of speech, luv.”

Luv. Love. Though I knew it meant nothing, I liked it when he called me that. I liked tasting his kiss on my lips and wearing the imprint of his touch on my skin.

It’s not enough.

“Can I ask you something?” Ranger eyed me through a haze of tobacco smoke. “You can tell me to fuck a cactus if you want.”

“I would not want. Ask me.”

Hesitation danced in Ranger’s dark gaze. Then he shrugged—to himself, not me. “If that other room was for Jake’s ma, where was he gonna sleep?”

“With me.

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