BEAST (MMA Bad Boys Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: L. Grubb
against my heated skin and I’m soon drifting off to more fucking images of the girl I can’t seem to escape. Carlotta best watch herself, she’s my dick’s next victim.
Gemma grilled me the whole taxi ride home and I’m about ready to lump her in the head with my fist. “Seriously, Gem, you can fucking drop it now.”
“I can’t help it! You’re fucking insane for even getting up in his grill the way you did. Most girls would never have the guts to speak to him the way you did.” She’s waving her arms above her head animatedly. It just makes her look like a monkey with a bad itch, and that thought alone has me snorting to hold in my giggle. “What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing. Go to bed, we gotta go to the shop in the morning. Long day. Night!” I shout behind me as I scramble down the narrow hallway to my room. What I love about my bedroom? It’s the biggest. Gemma’s isn’t much smaller but because I moved here before I met her, I got this one. Gemma mostly gets her own way but when she moved in and asked to swap rooms to accommodate her shoe collection, I told her where the fuck to go. This is my sanctuary, where I secretly write erotic novels under a pen name. No-one, not even Gemma, knows that I do it. It’s my guilty pleasure to indulge in writing shit that I could only ever dream of. Sex is a commodity to me, I think it’s been a while since my vagina saw anything action, except for my own hand of course. So I write about what I fantasise, people love it and woman across the globe email me or Facebook me with questions about the novels. It’s the one single thing my parent’s won’t and can’t take away from me. My love of writing runs deep and for years I have been writing secret stories that stay locked in a file on my laptop, short stories that the world will never see…because they’re true, they’re my life stories and I’m not ready for the world to know who I really am. I hide behind the name; Devina Latino. A made up, erotic name that will never lead back to me.
Locking my bedroom door, I make a beeline for my desk and open the lid of the MacBook. I tap my fingers on the wood top of my desk as I impatiently wait for the darn thing to load. Yes! Opening a new word document, my words pour out onto the screen, remembering every feature and every laugh line of Beast, what went down and then my fantasy. Shit, I don’t want to think of him but the dude is hot. But it’s his arrogance and egotistical mind that turn me off, angers me and infuriates me but yet makes me so damn hot that my thong may spontaneously combust into tiny fragments. I don’t want to be attracted to such a twat but my vagina has other thoughts.
After writing my experience with meeting the infamous Beast and what I’d like him to do to me, I email my sister about life and shit before switching off and grabbing a shower.
The water is running cold by the time I leave the confines of the shower. My mind is almost clear and my eyes are getting heavy with fatigue. The high of the fight and my encounter with Beast is wearing down and I’m so fucking ready to crash. I bypass my shorts and tank for bed and just crawl under the duvet completely butt naked and relishing in the coolness of sheets and pillow. Tomorrow is a new day and I vow to myself that I will NOT think about him , not once.
“Yes, no problem, Jonas, you’re booked in for Monday at ten.” I hang up the phone for the third time since opening Blissfully Inked twenty minutes ago and groan. My head is pounding with an oncoming migraine and the coffee I had forty minutes ago didn’t have the desired effect I was hoping for.
“Your station is prepped, Car. Who have we got first?” Gemma leans over my shoulder to thumb back the diary to today’s date. “Really? Roofie? For fuck sake, Car. Why?”
“Because the dude wants ink. Money is money regardless if you’ve fucked them or not, Gem.” I clench my jaw because we seem to
Gemma grilled me the whole taxi ride home and I’m about ready to lump her in the head with my fist. “Seriously, Gem, you can fucking drop it now.”
“I can’t help it! You’re fucking insane for even getting up in his grill the way you did. Most girls would never have the guts to speak to him the way you did.” She’s waving her arms above her head animatedly. It just makes her look like a monkey with a bad itch, and that thought alone has me snorting to hold in my giggle. “What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing. Go to bed, we gotta go to the shop in the morning. Long day. Night!” I shout behind me as I scramble down the narrow hallway to my room. What I love about my bedroom? It’s the biggest. Gemma’s isn’t much smaller but because I moved here before I met her, I got this one. Gemma mostly gets her own way but when she moved in and asked to swap rooms to accommodate her shoe collection, I told her where the fuck to go. This is my sanctuary, where I secretly write erotic novels under a pen name. No-one, not even Gemma, knows that I do it. It’s my guilty pleasure to indulge in writing shit that I could only ever dream of. Sex is a commodity to me, I think it’s been a while since my vagina saw anything action, except for my own hand of course. So I write about what I fantasise, people love it and woman across the globe email me or Facebook me with questions about the novels. It’s the one single thing my parent’s won’t and can’t take away from me. My love of writing runs deep and for years I have been writing secret stories that stay locked in a file on my laptop, short stories that the world will never see…because they’re true, they’re my life stories and I’m not ready for the world to know who I really am. I hide behind the name; Devina Latino. A made up, erotic name that will never lead back to me.
Locking my bedroom door, I make a beeline for my desk and open the lid of the MacBook. I tap my fingers on the wood top of my desk as I impatiently wait for the darn thing to load. Yes! Opening a new word document, my words pour out onto the screen, remembering every feature and every laugh line of Beast, what went down and then my fantasy. Shit, I don’t want to think of him but the dude is hot. But it’s his arrogance and egotistical mind that turn me off, angers me and infuriates me but yet makes me so damn hot that my thong may spontaneously combust into tiny fragments. I don’t want to be attracted to such a twat but my vagina has other thoughts.
After writing my experience with meeting the infamous Beast and what I’d like him to do to me, I email my sister about life and shit before switching off and grabbing a shower.
The water is running cold by the time I leave the confines of the shower. My mind is almost clear and my eyes are getting heavy with fatigue. The high of the fight and my encounter with Beast is wearing down and I’m so fucking ready to crash. I bypass my shorts and tank for bed and just crawl under the duvet completely butt naked and relishing in the coolness of sheets and pillow. Tomorrow is a new day and I vow to myself that I will NOT think about him , not once.
“Yes, no problem, Jonas, you’re booked in for Monday at ten.” I hang up the phone for the third time since opening Blissfully Inked twenty minutes ago and groan. My head is pounding with an oncoming migraine and the coffee I had forty minutes ago didn’t have the desired effect I was hoping for.
“Your station is prepped, Car. Who have we got first?” Gemma leans over my shoulder to thumb back the diary to today’s date. “Really? Roofie? For fuck sake, Car. Why?”
“Because the dude wants ink. Money is money regardless if you’ve fucked them or not, Gem.” I clench my jaw because we seem to