SAVAGE LOVE (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) by London Casey, Karolyn James Page A

asked.
    “ No.
He ’ s a good sleeper. He has
his own little routine. I kind of messed it up big time tonight. ”
    “ It
happens. He won ’ t even
remember. ”
    “ I
will. ”
    Miller had nothing to say. He
grabbed Ella by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. He quietly shut the
door behind her. His hands then grabbed at her hips. He lifted her and spun her
around, sitting her on the sink.
    “ Let
me get your face taken care of, ” Miller said.
    It angered him so much that Jerry
had done this to her. Smacking a woman around? That was beyond low. That was
beyond being scum. That was one rule Miller told all his guys. If they lifted a
hand to a woman, no matter what, they would get that hand fucking broken by
Miller.
    After all Miller had to see with his
asshole father damn near killing his mother on numerous occasions.
    Miller touched her cheek. He
swallowed hard, wanting to ask her why she let it happen. Why she didn ’ t fight back. What the hell she
was thinking staying with Jerry because this was definitely not the first time
it happened. But none of the questions mattered because Ella was the victim.
She didn ’ t cause it. Not at
all. And she deserved to carry absolutely no guilt for this. She did the right
thing by leaving, taking herself and the baby to safety.
    “ This
is going to sting like hell, ” Miller said.
    He poured peroxide on the cotton
ball. He touched Ella ’ s
cheek. She jumped and winced, whimpering in pain.
    Miller felt his cock getting hard.
    He rubbed her cheek and took the
cotton ball away. The peroxide did its job, cleaning out the wound. Ella had
one hand on the counter, the other hand on her leg.
    When Miller touched her face again
with the peroxide, she threw that other hand forward, grabbing at his shirt.
    “ I
know, darling, ” Miller
said. “ It ’ s still kind of oozing here. Got
to get the shit out so it won ’ t
get infected and the swelling will go down. I hate to ask this, but did he hit
you with something? ”
    “ I
was on the floor trying to crawl away, ” Ella said. “ And he stomped
on my head. My face hit the tile floor. I blacked out for a few seconds or
minutes, I don ’ t know. ”
    “ Fucking
hell, ” Miller said,
gritting his teeth. “ I ’ m so sorry. ”
    “ Me
too. ”
    Miller took the cotton ball away.
He dropped it into the sink. His eyes locked with Ella ’ s and he couldn ’ t
look away. It was impossible that someone this beautiful could be treated like
that. Christ, when was the last time she was touched? She was loved? She was
fucked?
    His hand touched her cheek again,
his thumb grazing over the swollen wound. Ella took a shaky breath. Her hand
was tight around Miller ’ s
shirt.
    Don ’ t do it, man. Don ’ t fucking do it. She ’ s technically married.
She has a kid. You ’ re
a fucking outlaw biker. You ’ re
going to kill her husband …
    “ Miller, ” Ella whispered.
    “ Darling, ” Miller whispered back.
    “ Oh … fuck …”
    Miller nodded and pressed his lips
to Ella ’ s a second later.

ten.
     
    Ella kissed back, hard. She couldn ’ t fucking take this anymore. The
waiting, the longing, the lingering heat between she and Miller. And it had
only been a few minutes that they were alone. But the passion was impalpable
and uncontainable. Not with Miller ’ s
strong hands cupped around her face, her hand ripping at his shirt, her
fingertips cutting under, feeling the hard skin of his stomach.
    Rippling with muscle, just like she
remembered.
    Miller kept kissing her. His lips
and tongue as wild and rampant as his attitude and heart. Each kiss he made
sure ended with their lips closing, smacking, then opening right up again for
more. The make out session, hands down, was the hottest in years for Ella. She
caught herself wrapping her legs around Miller ’ s
body, pulling at him, wanting to feel him again.
    Her hand moved down, from hard
stomach to the metal rim of his belt buckle. She kept going, down, knowing