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Nina Levine will be releasing the next book in the series on
the 8th March, so now is the perfect time to get started with the Storm
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Havoc will be out on the 8th
March.
While this is the eight book in the
series it has been written as a stand alone so new-to-the-series readers can
read and enjoy it without having read the other books.
Havoc Sneak
Peek
As I stepped through the bathroom
doorway however, I found her. She was in the bath, plugged into her music with
her eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the bath.
I stopped and leaned against the wall
with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled the length
of her body. In the short time I’d known her, my appreciation of her body had
grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough
of hers.
Never letting me down, my dick grew hard
while I took in her beauty.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I
contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.
I wanted to.
Hell, I fucking needed to.
She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s
sake.
I’d spent the last few hours going over
and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back to the motel,
sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again.
I hadn’t factored in having her naked
body on display the minute I returned.
Shit.
“How long are you going to stand there
staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me.
“Until you get out and let me fuck you.”
Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go.
Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were
done with me.”
“Turns out I’m not.”
She stood and reached for her towel
before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried herself
off.
Teasing the fuck out of my
dick.
I fought the desire to reach out and rip
the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control was being
tested and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved and took what I wanted.
Finally – finally – she finished
drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if I’m done
with you?” I knew she was full of shit by the breathless tone she used and the
way her body leaned just that little bit too close to mine. It was like she was
trying to hold herself back, but her body had a mind of its own and couldn’t
stay away.
I lifted a brow. “Are you?”
“I should be. After the way you’ve been
treating me, I really should be.” Still all breathy.
Still in this with
me.
I unfolded my arms so I could curl my hand
around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, “Yeah, you should be, but you’re
not.”
I feel the same way.
With our faces so close that her breaths
whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long time. The still
air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension piece by piece until all
that was left was an unrelenting need to satisfy our hunger.
At the first sign of her softening, I
tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She didn’t hesitate
and a second later our bodies pressed together as hard as our mouths
did.
The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me
and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and lift her.
Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs
around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and fast as I could into her sweet
cunt threatened to take over as the only thought in my mind, and I took a
moment to work through that and get myself under control.
Resting my forehead against hers, I
focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to.
Focus.
You’ve got this.
You’ve fucking done this enough times to
know how to control yourself.
But I hadn’t.
I’d never fucked a woman like
Carla.
Had never been with a woman who stole my
control the way she did.
She invaded every fucking sense of mine
until I didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking
blue.
“Havoc.”
My head snapped up and I found her
staring at me.
Unsure.
“Are you okay?” she asked, lines
creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.
I stepped back and let her go. “I need
to slow this shit down.”
She stood naked in front of me with an
expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration.
“What does that mean?”
I wasn’t sure I even knew.
“It means I want you sitting cross
legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,” I bit
out. My head was so damn full I thought it might actually explode.
Too many thoughts.
Too many fucking
feelings.
I jerked my chin at her and snapped,
“Go.”
Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed
my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didn’t, I growled,
“Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.”
“I’m giving you five minutes to get your
head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever
the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me
is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.” With that, she stalked
out of the bathroom.
Thank fuck.
ABOUT
NINA
Dreamer.
Coffee Lover.
Gypsy at heart.
USA Today Bestselling author who writes
about alpha men & the women they love.
When I’m not creating with words you
will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the world,
having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend, creating with
paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.
I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink,
Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much
any singer/band that is country or rock.
I’ve been writing since I was twelve.
Weaving words together has always been a form of therapy for me especially
during my harder times. These days I’m proud that my words help others just as
much as they help me.
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