The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 59

Angel POV.

I wake up feeling like utter shit. It’s dark out. I’m drained, but I know I have much to do. Ryder is now the president once more. So he has been busy with the club and I have been busy with Rebel and the mission to close down the trafficking rings and auction sites.

I roll out of bed quite literally as I make my way to the bathroom. A dizzy spell washes over me, but I brace myself and take a few breaths. Yeah, it doesn’t help that I have been missing meals. I used the bathroom and turned the shower on. Needing to get ready for the day.

I strip down and enter the shower. The hot water sings to my soul as I let it wash away the sleep when it hits me. How did I end up in bed? I remember playing with Rebel and Boomer and then feeling tired. So we all took a nap. Then nothing.

I sigh as I reach for the body wash and puff; I pour a generous amount of the creamy, coconut scented liquid and get to work washing away the sleep and tiredness. I’m blasted with cold air as I feel a hard body behind me. A hand takes the body puff from my hands.

“Let me. You need to slow down, princess.” He says and I don’t fight or argue, I let him take care of me. My head is spinning and I do feel weak. Ryder takes his time washing every inch of my skin. He drags the body puff up the inside of my thigh and I shiver and moan slightly.

“Don’t stop.” I say with a breathy moan. He stills, and I look down at him. His blue eyes are blazing with fire and lust. The way he is looking at me is burning its way inside of me. I gulp, my breathing harsh and laboured.

“Angel, you need to rest.” He says as he licks his bottom lip. I crouch down so I’m eye level with him. I don’t think I act. I launch myself at him. He catches me and I’m on him. Kissing him hard and desperate.

I would be lying if I said I don’t want him, because I do. He thinks I’m not ready, well he is so wrong. I have been hinting for a while and he hasn’t noticed or he is just being cautious. Well, not anymore. I’m taking what I want, what I need.

He breaks the kiss. We are both panting as he presses his forehead to mine. I close my eyes, just feeling him naked in front of me. My arms wrapped around the back of his neck. The water beating down on us both.

“Angel, you need …”

“You, I need you. I need to feel you. Please Ryder, let me feel you. All of you.” I say the last part as my hand moves down his chest to his cock. He is hard as steel wrapped in velvet. I grip him and he hisses, biting his bottom lip. How is it possible for him to be so goddamn fucking delicious?

“Angel.” He groans out when he kisses me with a hunger of a starving man. I smile into the kiss as I move my closed fist up and down his cock. Squeezing and twisting with each stroke. His breathing is harsh. He breaks the kiss.

“Not here, not in the shower.” He says. I smile at him. Giddy with what is about to happen. I let him go as he stands pulling me up with him. I rinse off before he shuts the shower off. Before I even step out, I’m up in his arms as he walks us towards the bed. He kisses, sucks and bites my neck and throat, collarbone and down my chest. I moan, throwing my head back just before my back hits the mattress.

He kisses down my chest, taking a nipple in to his mouth. His hand fondling and pulling the nipple of the other one. His teeth graze my nipple, my hand in his wet hair holding him in place. My back arches up, pushing more of my breast into his mouth.

He releases my nipple with a pop before he attacks the other one. I’m dripping wet. My hand moves to his cock again, and he groans as his fingers move up my slit and dip into my throbbing pussy. I moan, eyes rolling into the back of my head. He removes his fingers and releases my nipple as I watch him suck his fingers in to his mouth.

“So sweet. What do you want Angel?” he asks, his voice husky and deep. I bite my bottom lip as I watch his tongue swirl around his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me, fill me up and keep fucking me until we are both spent.” I say to him, my voice laced with lust and need. He looks at me, the fire in his eyes completely engulfs me. I watch as he smirks slightly.

“On your knees Angel.” His voice is commanding, and I scramble up to my knees. My bare ass and pussy facing him. I wait for him to enter me. But nothing happens. I look over my shoulder at him to see him looking down at me.

“Ryder?”

“You have been a bad girl, Angel Moretti. Did you think I would forget what you did?” he chuckles, and it sends a shiver up my spine. I gulp, not in fear, but in anticipation.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. You going to fuck me or what?” I say back to him with a bite in my tone.

“Face forward Angel. You are going to count.” I raise an eyebrow in challenge to him. Yeah right. His hands move over the globes of my ass, squeezing as they travel up my spine to the back of my neck. He squeezes me and I turn my head to face the head board.