Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 1

My heart flutters as he's carried into the infirmary by two bulky guards who, compared to him, look miniscule. He glances up from the floor and winks at me, causing heat between my legs instantaneously. Because I know what the Sex God is capable of.

They drop him in the bed none too gently and stomp out. They're probably tired of carrying his ass around every other damn day in here because he likes to fight. Or he just likes coming in here.

The thought makes me smile.

I walk over to him, swaying my hips as I do. Sexy is definitely something I knew I was good at pulling off. His eyes drop to my deep curves and darken in lust. "Being a bad boy again, I see." I grin coyly. He smirks.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Club business. Now, get this blood off my face and stop wasting fucking time." His voice is rough. I bite my lower lip, hiding another smile.

I like when he orders me around. I think he likes it too (You know, aside from the obvious turn on it is for him), because its the only time he's not being ordered around.

He gets up off the cot, wincing only slightly at the cut in his side. He grabs my pony tail and yanks me to his hard, well toned chest and crushes my lips in a brutal kiss.

I whimper into his mouth and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. He cups my ass through my black dress pants. "Now." I plead.

Grinding against me, he leads me to my desk and sets me on it. I lay back, kicking shit out of the way as he reaches inside his orange jumpsuit and grabs himself in his enormous, yet not big enough hand.

I slide out my pants and lift my legs so that my heels rest on his broad shoulders. He grins like an animal, all teeth, shakes his head and flips me over. I prop myself on my forearms and spread my legs for him.

He grabs my hair again and pushes my face against my desk and he rams into me from behind and plays with my front with his free hand. He's not wasting any time.

I moan out for him, my hot breath causing condensation on my polished wooden desk. He grunts behind me and speeds up right before he crashes and collapses on top me. He never lasts long if we go awhile without seeing each other. Any other time he keeps me on the brink forever before finally letting us both come.

I take comfort and his heavy body weight as I still try to catch my breath. He nibbles on my neck and ear. I laugh and wiggle away from him.

"You ready for round two, babe?" He grins at me. I sit back on my desk and spread my legs, feeling bold. "Come and get me."

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I wait anxiously outside the 3 sets of iron gates for him. He finally gets out today. I have been waiting 3 years for this. Since the day he was dragged in by 4 different guards, close to shaking off every single one of them. To be with him without sneaking around. To be in public together. I can't wait to tell him the news.

The door crashes open and he comes bustling out, grin a mile wide as he slides his arms through his leather cut. A few guys greet him as he steps through the last mile long gate. He hugs a few and shakes hands with others.

And then he grabs some beautiful woman with long black hair by her ass and clashes their mouths together. Tongue and teeth colliding. She wraps her arms around him and lifts herself into him. He swings her around, laughing. Something I have only managed to do the few times we actually talked. As her back faces me, I see she's wearing a Property of Shank cut.

Tears well up in my eyes. He glances over her shoulder at me as he holds her. A few of the others glance over at me and grin. I offer a small smile, afraid to blink. He looks away, not giving me any sort of acknowledgment. My heart falls further.