by Nina Levine
His eyes dropped to the bottle of rum on the counter.
“You want me to make you a drink?” I asked.
He nodded. “Thanks. I’m just gonna take a shower.”
When I was alone again, I thought about everything we’d discussed the night before. I’d meant every word I said about being there for him however he needed. It was what you did for family. I’d been doing it for those I loved all my life, but this, with Nitro, felt different. He was the man I’d waited all my life to find, and I would lay my life down for him if he needed me to. I’d go to hell and back for him.
I took our drinks into the living room and curled up on the couch with my feet tucked under me. Sipping my rum slowly, I waited for Nitro to return.
“You good?”
I turned to find him standing next to the couch, freshly showered and dressed only in a pair of grey sweatpants. Water dripped from his messy, just-washed hair. His beard, which I loved, needed a trim, but as far as I was concerned, it was still hot as hell.
I nodded and patted the couch next to me. “Yeah. Come, sit.”
When he sat next to me, he ran his finger down my face and said, “You seem off, Vegas. What’s happening in this pretty mind?”
Before I could answer, something behind me caught his attention. And then he noticed everything I’d done to the house. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Did a rainbow explode in here?”
I wiggled so I could move closer to him. Crawling into his lap, I said, “Do you like it? Or do we need to get rid of some of it?”
His hands gripped my waist as he continued to look around the room. When he’d finished, he said, “I like it.”
I’d spent the day decorating the house. Nitro had added some furniture when I’d been in hospital, but we still needed more. And we needed some colour in the place. I’d brought rugs, candles, pillows, artwork and a few other decorations. I’d also printed some photos of our families and us and hung them on the walls.
I smiled and the tension that had worked its way into my shoulders eased. Reaching up, I detangled his hair with my fingers. “I worked something out about us today.”
His arms moved around my body and he hugged me. “Yeah? What’s that?”
After I’d finished combing his hair, I threaded my fingers into the back of it and left them there. “Well, I got to thinking about the fact that neither of us has had a home for a long time. We’ve had houses, but a house isn’t a home. I mean, you didn’t even have much furniture, let alone anything else. And when I asked you once about it, you told me you gave all your furniture to Marilyn when she moved out.”
He smiled and it reached his eyes. I loved that I made him feel that. “You’ve got a good memory.”
“I do. I’m a lawyer. Remember? You can’t get anything by me, champ.”
His chuckle rippled through my soul and it felt so damn good. “Duly noted.”
“A home is love, Nitro, and I think you must have felt alone after Marilyn and Renee left. Is that why you didn’t replace your furniture? Were you waiting for them to come back?” I held my breath a little while I waited for his answer. I wondered if he’d dig deep for me or brush it off.
“No,” he said, and I thought that might be all I’d get out of him, but he surprised me when he kept going. “I wasn’t waiting for them to come back. I didn’t want that for them. I wanted Marilyn to stand on her own two feet. But I had no reason to fill my place with shit once they left.”
My heart broke for him and what he’d been through in his life. I could only hope that my love would help bandage his soul back together and bring him the happiness he deserved.
“You have a reason now.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I traced patterns on the skin at the nape of his neck. “Everyone needs a home, and you’re mine. It’s not this house. It’s not a building. It’s wherever you are. That’s my home.”
His arms tightened around me and our bodies pressed together. “I fucking love you, woman. Especially when you get all deep on me. I’m so damn hard for you right now. And for the record, my home is wherever you are. With or without furniture. I don’t give a shit if we sleep on the dirt, so long as I’ve got you with me.”
“For the record, there will be no sleeping on dirt. Well, you could sleep on the dirt and I will just lie on top of you, but this body ain’t touching dirt.”
He pushed up off the couch, taking me with him, and walked me into the bedroom. It seemed to be one of his favourite things to do—always carrying me to the bedroom. Not that I complained. Depositing me on the floor, he reached for my T-shirt. “Now that we’ve got that sorted, can I please fuck my woman?”
I let him remove my shirt and then I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. Stepping close, I said, “So long as you use your knife on me.”
His breathing slowed, right along with his movements. His eyes met mine, searching. “You sure about that, Vegas? I didn’t think you were into the knife.”
My heart beat faster in my chest and I took a breath. “I realised something else about you today.” At his questioning look, I continued. “The knife is all about trust, right?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“And you’re not going to cut me, are you?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
I bit my lip. “Well, I think it could be hot for you to cut my clothes off.”
A growl came from deep in his chest. “Fuck,” he swore, his face a mask of desire.
“I trust you, Nitro.”
He moved to his bedside table and removed his knife. A moment later, he stood in front of me. “Don’t move. I need you to not make any sudden movements. If you need to, let me know first.”
I nodded, more turned on than I’d been, maybe ever.
He placed the tip of the knife against the skin between my breasts. The cold metal and the fear I felt sent a shiver through me. I wasn’t scared of Nitro. I trusted him completely. But there was still an erotic element of fear to all of this.
I wore skimpy denim shorts, and he flicked the button open and pulled the zip down. While he held the knife to my chest, he slid his other hand into my panties. He ran the blade down my body at the same time that he ran his fingers through my pussy.
I was so damn wet for him that he easily pushed two fingers inside me. He fingered me for a few moments, his eyes never leaving mine. “You want me to keep this up or do you want my tongue now?”
“I want all of the above.”
He kissed me while his fingers reached deeper inside. Ending the kiss, he dragged my bottom lip between his teeth before saying, “So fucking greedy.”
A second later, my shorts were thrown across the room. He traced over my panties with his knife, transfixed by what he was doing. Every single nerve ending of mine blazed with lust. I was way past ready for him to slice them off.
Turning me so my back faced him, he then ran the knife over my ass. When he was done, he pulled the knife away and hooked an arm around me across my chest, holding me against him. His erection ground into me and his teeth sunk into my neck. He bit me and I moaned.
“I want you to lie on the bed,” he said against my ear.
I crawled onto the bed, making sure to treat him to an eyeful of my ass along the way. I’d barely positioned myself on my back when he straddled me. The knife drew my attention as he glided the tip of it over my stomach. I couldn’t help it, I sucked my tummy in. It was a combination of nerves and excitement. I wanted him to use the knife on me, but it scared me all at the same time.
His eyes met mine. “I can put the knife away, Tatum.” The care I heard caused my heart to flutter. How Nitro had changed from when I met him. But even back then, if I’d known him better I would have realised that, in his own way, he’d been caring for me from that very first moment.
“No, I want this. I want us to have this.”
He took his time thinking about that and then he brought the knife to my bra. Taking hold of the fabric with his l
eft hand, he sliced through the centre. “We’ll start slow. I’ll work you up to more as we go.”
My core clenched at what more might be. As I watched him cut the straps of my bra, I suddenly had visions of rough, angry sex with that knife. Oh God, Nitro’s fury combined with his knife would be hot. I needed that in my life.
His mouth dropped to my breasts and after spending some time with each one, he kissed his way slowly down to my pussy. I loved it when he did that because I was blessed with the vision of his strong shoulders, his muscular arms and his powerful back. Him concentrating on giving me pleasure. There would never be a better sight in the world than my man focused completely on me.
He slowly sliced my panties into pieces, his attention dividing between watching what he was doing and watching my face. It was as if in between each cut he checked to make sure I was still okay. But that was Nitro all over—always making sure I was good.
When he had me completely naked, he ran his blade over me one last time, starting at my throat and going down to my thighs. He then placed the knife on the bedside table and moved over me, caging me in with his arms either side of my body on the mattress.
I smiled up at him as I placed my hands against his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.
A frown flickered across his face. “What for?”
“For going so slow. I know it takes a lot for you to slow this down. I promise I’ll be up for fast and rough soon.”
“Fuck, Vegas, I’ll take sex with you any way I can get it. You don’t understand, do you?”
“Understand what?”
His eyes searched my face. “That as much as I can’t get enough of your pussy, that’s not the reason I’m here in this bed with you.” He kissed me then. His tongue demanded I open up to him and kiss him with everything I had. It was the longest kiss we’d ever shared, and I was breathless by the time he ended it. “I’m here with you now, and every other time, because of what’s in here,” he said, placing his hand over my heart. “And if what’s in here needs me to be slow or rough or whatever, that’s what I’ll be. Because you give me everything I need, and I’ll always give that back to you.”
I hadn’t thought I could love him more. Turned out I was wrong. I loved Nitro in ways I’d never imagined. My soul breathed when I was with him and I smiled like I hadn’t before. He was my love. He was my home.
Devil’s Vengeance
(Sydney Storm MC #3)
Releases 1st December
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Copyright © 2016 Nina Levine
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Acknowledgments
This book was a labour of absolute love. When I first plotted it out, I assumed it would be a certain length, however it went way over that length and became a longer story that took me months longer to write than I thought it would. In between all that, I had family things going on that honestly almost made me put this book on hold until I could get my mind back on task. And throw a three week overseas signing trip into the mix, and I am fairly sure I almost lost the plot over the last month.
I’ve shared all of that because it leads me in to thank two very special people in my life who this book would not have made it to publication without.
Jodie O’Brien - Seriously, I know each book is a mad rush of stress for me (and for you just by being associated with me lol) in the last few weeks before release, but this one takes the cake, dude. There were moments there this time where I didn’t know if it would all come together. I’m fairly sure that the only reason it did was due to you and Becky. I can’t thank you enough for all the support and encouragement you give me on a daily basis. And for the amazing friendship you’ve blessed me with. We need a #FatTuesdays very soon!!
Becky Johnson - My beautiful editor. I love working with you. End of. No, wait, I have more. Thank you, thank you, thank you for working with me on this book in the way that you did. I always get super stressed about letting you down by missing deadlines and you just magically took that stress away. I don’t think you’ll ever know how much that helped me this time. I’m sorry I made you cry. No, not really ;) But let’s see if I can do it again in Devil’s book.
Letitia Hasser - my amazing cover designer. I don’t know how you put up with me, Letitia! Seriously, you must dread seeing my name pop up in your emails. Thank you so much for all your time spent getting this cover exactly how I wanted it. It is absolutely perfect for Nitro! xx
My readers - Thank you so much for being so patient for this book. I’m excited now to be writing the rest of the series back-to-back and getting them out to you soon. Eeeekkk, I hope you loved Nitro & Tatum. And their people (man I adore Monroe and Dustin!!). If you’re on Facebook, you should join my reader group and chat with me about books and shit :) I LOVE chatting books! I’m on a rockstar roll at the moment (have you read Stoned by Mandi Beck yet?? You should check that book out!!).
My Stormchasers - I love you girls!! Thank you for hanging out with me and for loving my characters and stories like I do .
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My author friends - Thank you to these amazing friends for checking in on me while I was writing this book and dealing with family stuff. Your words of support mean the world to me - Chelle Bliss, Natalie Gayle, Jani Kay, Amo Jones, Fiona Archer, Rachel Brookes, Margaret McHeyzer, DM Earl. Thank you to all my other author friends also. I’d be here all day if I listed everyone, but if we chat online, you know who you are. Love you all xx
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