Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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The words are barely out of my mouth before Myles slams his mouth down onto mine, not wasting a single second. All the tension that has stretched like a rubber band between us these past weeks has finally snapped.

It’s a hot sweaty frenzy of lips, tongues and hands; searching, licking, squeezing, touching.

Electricity zips through my body out into every extremity, spreading like liquid fire that rages through me and it’s fuelled by the feel of his touch, his rough skin against mine as he explores my body.

He rids me of my top, tossing it onto the floor behind him. He cups my breasts, squeezing gently as his thumbs play with my hardened nipples straining against the delicate lace of my bra.

I should not be doing this, but it feels too good to stop. His kiss is consuming. It steals the breath from my lungs and sucks every rational thought from my brain.

I want you to fuck me…

Those words fell from my lips before I could stop them and I’m not sure this is a good idea, but maybe this is how I rid him from my mind once and for all. Sleep with him, and get rid of this tension between us and finally move on with my life.

His mouth is hungry as it moves from my lips, sucking on the soft skin of my neck before he dips down to my chest, taking my nipple between his lips through the lace that covers them. The feel of his mouth as he alternates between left and right has the throbbing ache that pulses between my legs painful as it begs for relief.

He flips me around so my back is plastered up against his front as his mouth descends on my shoulder and my head tips to the side with a moan to allow him better access. Pressing a hand between my shoulder blades, he forces me to bend over the sideboard, my cheek flat against the cool wooden surface beneath me.

He reaches around my front and undoes my jeans, tugging them down my legs to bunch at my ankles before doing the same with my panties, ripping the tiny scrap of material away from my aching pussy.

With his feet, he spreads mine apart as wide as my jeans will allow before dipping his hand between my legs, dragging his thick fingers through my wet folds. “Christ, you’re dripping for me, pixie.”

I should be embarrassed at how wet I am for him, but right now, I couldn’t care less. All I can think is how amazing it feels to have him towering over me from behind, the power he possesses is potent in the room that crackles with sexual tension.

My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I hear the distinct sound of a zipper behind me. There’s something so erotic to have him fully clothed while I’m completely bare, laid out and exposed for him.

Moments later, I feel the thick blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance. He brings his lips close to my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin as he tugs my earlobe between his teeth. “ Fuck . You feel like my every fantasy all in one, pix. I must be fucking dreaming,” he groans, dragging the tip of his cock through my wet folds to tease me.

“I thought you hated me,” I pant.

The rough stubble on his jaw against my skin breaks me out in goose bumps. “I don’t hate you at all, but I’m sure as hell gonna fuck you like I do.”

I don’t even have time to respond before he sinks inside me in one smooth, hard thrust of his hips.

“Fuck,” he moans as he bottoms out inside me, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my own lips.

He doesn’t allow me time to adjust to his size before he pulls out and slams back in all the way, the edge of the sideboard biting into my hips hard enough that it’ll probably leave a bruise.

He fucks me ruthlessly. Mercilessly pounding into me. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he thrusts into me with enough force that the vase beside my head tips over and smashes on the floor with a loud crash, shattering into a million pieces. All I can do is cling to the edge of the sideboard for dear life, my knuckles turning white as he ruts into me, the feet of the cabinet scraping across the floor from the sheer force of his thrusts.

I’ve had sex plenty of times, but none of those times have ever felt this good. It always felt like a chore and almost always resulted in me faking an orgasm, but this… this is sex on a whole other level.

I feel him everywhere.

I always knew there was nothing soft about this man. He’s thorough and hard. He has control of everything he does, commands everything he touches and I’m no different.

He flicks open the clasp of my bra before taking my hair in his fist, pulling me upright until my back arches, his thick thighs slapping against my ass. My bra slips free from my shoulders, his hard thrusts unrelenting as he sucks on the sensitive skin below my ear.

With one hand buried in my hair, he brings his other around to my front, teasing and pinching my nipples before sinking between my legs.

I can’t help but cry out when his calloused fingers connect with my swollen clit, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me like lightning.

“Your pussy is squeezing me so good, pix. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

The crude sounds that fill the room, together with his dirty words have me clenching around him as I careen towards my release.

“Come,” he demands. “I want you to come, Allie.”

As my name leaves his lips, I tip over the edge, coming harder than I ever thought possible, so hard it momentarily steals my vision and sets my ears ringing. It never seems to end, just wave after wave of indescribable pleasure crashing over me as a strangled scream leaves my lips. My body trembles with the aftershocks that ripple through me as he rides me through my orgasm.

As I start to come down, I feel his cock thicken inside me, and not a second later, a low throaty growl rumbles through him as he comes, his thrusts never slowing until he’s wrung out every wave of pleasure from the both of us.

The room falls silent, save for the sound of our heavy breathing as it gradually begins to stabilise.

It’s not until he pulls out of me and I feel the trickle of his release drip down the insides of my thighs that the full weight of what we just did hits me.

I glance down between my legs and so does he, his eyes widening when he sees the evidence run down my legs.

What the fuck have I done?

He steps back, roughing a hand through his hair. “Shit. Allie I—I didn’t even think. Fuck .”

The look on his face is one of pure mortification. Ashamed of me or of himself?

I know which one I feel.

I bend to pick up my jeans and panties, securing them back in place quickly as I reach for my discarded top, covering my bare chest.

I can’t bring myself to look at him as my cheeks flame, too humiliated to meet his eye.

I clear my throat. “I think you should go.”

I feel his eyes on me as he stands there, still fully clothed with the fly of his jeans unbuttoned.

“Allie—” He goes to take a step towards me but I hold up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t. Just go, please .”

In my periphery, I see his shoulders deflate and after a long silent minute, he straightens his clothes, picks up his kutte and heads for the door without another word.

The second the front door closes and the familiar rumble of his bike slowly fades into the distance, I sink to the floor and clutch my knees to my chest as the events of the last half an hour play on a loop in my mind.

God, did I really let him do that?

If letting him fuck me wasn’t reckless enough, I let him fuck me without using protection.

How could I be so stupid?

Shame sinks down into the pit of my stomach, but that feeling is overshadowed by the anger that sweeps through me.

He thinks I’m working with that slime ball Grimes to bring down his club. How could he think for a second that I would do that?

I should tell him the truth of what brought me here. But what’s the point when he doesn’t trust me?

What difference would it make?

No . The only person I can rely on is the same person I have done for twenty years.

Me .

I’m not exactly sure where we go from here. One thing I am sure of, is that Myles Lawson can go to hell.