Free Broken (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 1) by Michelle Betham

beautiful, shit-hot body. And the sight of her bringing herself off, combined with my hand buried deep inside her causes my cock to unexpectedly explode; I can actually hear cum hitting the cupboard door. It’s shooting out of me so fast I can’t stop it, and because it took me by surprise my hand reacts inside her, and she’s coming too, her body jerking, her muscles gripping my wrist. Like I said, I’m in crazy-shit territory here. And it’s a place I ain’t ever been before. But, hell, I’m coming back!
    She lets out a small cry as I pull my hand out of her, and it’s my turn to reach for a towel. My fucking arm is covered in her, glistening with her juices from the wrist to the tips of my fingers. And I want to see her taste herself; just one, last twisted perversion before we step back into reality. But she’s a fucking mind reader, this one, and I can’t believe she’s doing it, but she grabs my hand and brings it to her lips, her eyes burning into mine as she takes my fingers in her mouth and sucks herself off of me. This must be a dream, but if it is I’m praying to whatever God is out there to never wake me up. I’m happy here.
    ‘I need to pee,’ she whispers, sliding down from the countertop and I watch as she makes her way down the hallway to the bathroom. I want to watch her take a piss. It’s not something I’ve ever really wanted to do before, but I want to watch her do it. Just thinking about it’s making me horny again, but I resist the urge to follow her into the bathroom. I still need to talk to her, to tell her what’s gonna happen now.
    The games are over.
    Or maybe – and this is my biggest fear – they’re only just beginning…

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Izzi
     
    I lean back against the bathroom door and breathe in deep. I can’t believe I let that happen so soon. And I can’t believe I enjoyed every second of it, that’s what makes me feel slightly sick. I’m sore and bruised and tired, but I don’t regret it. That needed to happen, and it played out just the way I wanted it to. I wanted sex, with Mack Slayer. A man I’ve known less than two days. I wanted his cock inside me, but I got so much more than I bargained for. There isn’t a part of me he hasn’t seen now. I have nothing left – physically – that is private. But I don’t regret that.
    I walk over to the mirror and stare at my reflection. My face is flushed, my eyes bright. I’m so used to seeing myself with an almost dead expression, because that’s how I’ve felt this past year. Dead. Like I said before, I’ve been existing not living, but out there, with Mack Slayer’s impressive cock inside me, his hands roaming all over my body, that felt good. I just hope I’m doing my job properly, because one thing hasn’t changed. I still want the bastards who killed Aiden and my father dead. That’s why I’m doing this, that’s why I need Mack Slayer to be in a position where there isn’t anything he won’t do for me… actually, no. Something has changed. I still want them dead. I won’t settle until they’re as cold and lifeless as the two men I loved more than anything. It’s just that, I don’t want Mack to kill them. That’s what I’d wanted, originally; for someone else to kill them, because I wasn’t sure I could do it. I didn’t know how far I’d be able to push myself. But now – now it’s a job I really think I should carry out myself.
    I didn’t think I could do this on my own.
    I was wrong.
    I can do anything.
    Mack Slayer isn’t going to kill anyone.
    I am.
     
     
    Mack
     
    It’s only ten thirty in the morning, but I think I deserve a beer. I’ve cleaned up the mess I made all over the cupboard, I figured that was the least I could do. Ain’t her job to clean that shit up. But as I look at the countertop – yeah. That might need some attention before anyone eats off of it.
    My head snaps up as I hear her come back into the room. She’s had a shower, and I can see her skin is