Ruthless (Dark MC Romance) by Vanessa Waltz Page A

I choked. I couldn’t form words.
    His face transformed. Ecstasy melted all over his face as he choked me, his cock stabbing me like a knife, rocking pleasure through my body. Panic descended over me as black spots appeared at the edge of my vision, but I was weak. Suddenly, he released his thumb and I grabbed a lungful of air. No sooner had he replaced his thumb, robbing me of air. He bent over me, still holding my throat as his cock jabbed my g-spot. The air from my throat disappeared again and I almost felt high. Then a wave of pleasure crashed over me and I felt like I was spinning. My muscles clenched over his pulsing cock and he uttered a yell that sounded almost painful, but I was still fading away.
    It never felt so good.
     

CAIN
    With my cock buried inside her and my hand still around her throat, I didn’t even notice that she passed out. All I focused on was the glorious feeling of filling her cunt with my cum. I looked down at her, my arms trembling, and saw her unnaturally still body. I relinquished my hold around her throat. A sharp feeling cut through the ecstasy flowing through my cock.
    “Shit.” I prodded her. “Julia!”
    How long did she lay there, unable to breathe? A jumpy feeling enveloped my body, making me feel sick. As I lowered my lips over hers to breathe life into her, I realized that I didn’t want her to die. It was like having a new toy ripped away too soon. I breathed into her and her chest pulsed.
    Dammit.
    She stirred as I breathed into her a second time. I couldn’t lose her. Not yet. I hovered an inch above her, waiting for her to cry.
    Instead, her deep blue eyes found mine and she smiled.
    “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” Surprisingly, I realized that I meant it.
    I didn’t want to destroy her, I couldn’t get enough of her. I felt like I sampled a dangerous new drug that would make me spiral into addiction. I wanted to do it again—choke her harder, whip her perfect flesh until blood ran down her sides, handcuff her, fuck her.
    She would probably let me. That was the most disturbing and exciting part of it all. No one ever chose out of free will to be with me. Why would they?
    She shrugged and looked at me, still not quite looking like she was alive. I kissed her pretty mouth, waiting to feel something. Kissing felt pleasant to me, like sunbathing, but I didn’t quite understand the allure.
    Julia stroked my body, running her hands over my chest and over my shoulders to grasp my neck and pull me closer. She kissed me, her tiny lips pulling and sucking at mine, devouring me with the same hunger she displayed in the bathroom.
    I don’t understand it, but I love it . I craved her emotion. I could almost feel it.
    She pulled away. “I’m sorry I hit you. That drug made me insane.”
    I smiled, remembering how her right hook caught the side of my face. I had worse. “The effects didn’t last long.”
    I was stunned by how fast she was, how powerful her rage was.
    “It was crazy. Everything slowed down and I felt really pissed off. I wanted to kill you.”
    “I want to try it.”
    Her round eyes told me that she didn’t want me to. “Not around me.”
    We’ll see.
    I rolled off her body and eyed my nightstand. In the drawer was a small bag of coke, which I took out and dumped over a small mirror. I heard the bed move slightly as she lifted herself to see what I was doing. I did a line. My senses were sharper. Rubbing my nose, I handed the mirror to her and she bent over it without hesitation.
    * * *
    When I woke up the next morning, I felt her fingers tracing the dragon tattoo on my chest. My eyes opened to bright sunlight filtering through the shades, over the bed where Julia’s naked body was halfway concealed under the white sheets. I felt her curves pressed against my side and her head lay on my chest.
    Her hair gleamed in the light and I reached up, my fingers threading her hair. Stroking the long tresses, I looked over my new toy. She kissed my chest when