Starting Over (A Motorcycle Club BDSM Dark Romance) Read Free Page A

was going to ruin everything.
    “Look, I don’t know what you are playing at, little girl, but you need to stop. You have no idea what you are doing to me. What these little barbs.”
    “What, they make you want me as much as I want you?”
    “What?”
    “I’m not a little girl. I’m a grown ass woman, and I’ve been through a whole hell of a lot, Ryker. I don’t want a man who is going to pussy foot around, even though I’ve been hurt. I want a man who is going to be rough. Strong. Are you that man?”
    “What are you talking about, Tessa? I want you to be clear in this. Are you saying you want me?”
    “I want you. I want to slam my mouth against that mean, nasty, critical mouth and I want you to fuck me until I’m numb. Until it all hurts. Until nothing hurts.” The words were flowing out of her mouth like she’d never heard them before.
    Before she knew it he grabbed her and pulled her in for the exact kiss he was talking about. It was rough and it was mean and it was exactly what she wanted. Teeth scraping seething anger and passion all folded into one in that very kiss.
    “I’m not gentle, Tessa. I’m rough. I like it rough. I like it dark. I like all the mean, nasty gritty parts of sex, and I don’t back down from it. Can you handle that?”
    She could. As long as it was just in the bedroom.
    “You hurt women outside of that?”
    “Fuck no. Never. But you might get hurt when we are fucking.”
    “It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
    “Well, why the fuck not?” She heard him whisper.
    Ryker pushed himself away from the bike and stood up, his hands greasy as he looked her over. “I think I just found something a little more exciting to pay attention to.”
    She felt emboldened. “Sure beats handing you tools all day.”
    The lupine glint in his eyes made her lose her breath as he took a step towards her and grabbed her, the grease on his hand smearing her shirt. “Well, it looks like that shirt has to go, just a little bit too dirty to keep wearing.”
    She grinned at him and pulled off her shirt, revealing a black bra with light pink lace overlay on it. If anyone walked in, including Eli, any of the staff, she was all but dead. That was what made her want to keep going. Tessa pushed against his chest just enough to provide a little resistance, then looked up at him, sex in her eyes. She was already dripping wet.
    “You better be careful, little girl. I won’t back down.” His breath was heavy as he breathed on her. She could smell all of him, and it only made her want him more. “I’ve been dreaming about this day you came blundering into my office. You didn’t notice me. Too smart for a guy like me. Too driven. You were going somewhere, and someone like me wasn’t going to stop you.”
    She was a little shocked. Tessa had never known. Never knew he wanted her. That he thought about her.
    “I’m gonna fuck you, Tessa. Just like you need. It won’t be gentle. You’ve been a bad girl, flaunting yourself all over the garage. So many guys looking you over, wanting what they can’t have. Now that I’ve got you, you need punishing.” He was wicked, she could see it in his eyes.
    And she embraced it.
    When he bent down and kissed her it was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was rough. Raw. The force of his mouth parted her lips as his tongue swooped in and filled her mouth, taking complete control. She let go of any pretense that she had the upper hand, and moaned into the kiss, the scrape of his teeth on her lips only adding to that pleasure.
    He unclasped her bra and pulled it off, grabbing her breast with his sullied hand. She was a curvy girl, 38DD, and her breasts were probably her best feature.
    She let him pinch her nipple, his grasp hard as he ended the kiss. When she looked down she could see his handprint on her breast, and his fingerprint on the dark pink of her rosy nipple.
    “Damn, Tessa. You are hot, even when you look like a greasy little brat . ” He