A Crown Built on Blood: A Biker MC Dark Romance

An Open Invitation

Anxious to grab her food and retreat back to her safe zone, Scarlett slipped out of the room and hurried into the kitchen. But the moment she stepped around the counter, she ran right into Logan. She let out a sharp gasp, jumping backward in total startle.

Logan caught her by the arms to steady her, his brow furrowing. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good!" she squeaked, her heart racing. "I just... I thought you went downstairs."

Logan slowly let go of her arms, his eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. "So, you didn't want to eat with me? Is that it?"

Embarrassment flooded her features, turning her cheeks bright red. "No! No, that's not it at all. I just... I heard you heading toward the stairs, so I didn't think you were up here anymore. Hence why I got scared when I ran into you."

Logan stepped closer, deliberately crowding her space. "So you only got out of your room because you thought I went downstairs... but you do want to eat with me?"

Scarlett threw her hands up, exasperated by her own lack of composure. "You are making this a huge deal! Let's just eat."

Logan had originally intended to head downstairs and had even started moving in that direction, but then he remembered he had left his favorite cup in the sink, not in the garage. But looking at her now, seeing her tensed up, fidgeting, and tripping over her words, he couldn't just let it go. He had spent his entire life around shady, dangerous people; he knew exactly what it looked like when someone was trying to lie, hide something, or make an excuse.

"Are you trying to avoid me?" Logan asked bluntly, stepping into her line of sight. "Is there something wrong?"

"No," Scarlett replied defensively, though her voice betrayingly dropped to a softer whisper. "Why would I try to avoid you? There would be no reason to."

"Fine," Logan murmured, though he didn't look entirely convinced.

Hoping to distract him, Scarlett turned toward the upper kitchen cabinets. She had seen some plates stacked up there earlier. She reached up, but the cabinets were exceptionally high, and the heavy ceramic plates were stacked tightly on top of one another. She stretched on her tiptoes, struggling to pull one down without dropping the whole stack.

Suddenly, a massive, solid wall of heat pressed against her back.

Logan stepped up right behind her, completely enveloping her in his shadow. He reached up with ease, his large, tattooed hand resting on the cabinet door just above hers. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "You know... you could have just asked for help."

The deep, rumbling vibration of his voice sent a violent shiver straight down Scarlett's spine. Every ounce of her self-control snapped.

She turned around in his embrace incredibly fast, intending to tell him to back off, but the movement only pressed her front directly against his broad, solid chest. They were trapped in each other's space, staring dead into each other's eyes. Scarlett could feel the intense heat emanating from his body, the intoxicating scent of leather, wood, and bourbon completely filling her senses. Being this close to him was a sweet, torturous agony. She couldn't stand it for another second.

Driven by pure, unfiltered instinct, Scarlett reached up, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, and pulled him down into a fierce, breathless kiss.

The moment their lips met, a spark ignited. She pulled back almost instantly, her eyes wide with sudden panic. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean—"

Logan didn't let her finish.

With a low, possessive growl, he wrapped his massive arms around her waist and yanked her right back into his chest, burying his hands in her long brown hair. He crashed his lips back down onto hers, continuing the kiss with a fierce, burning ardor that stole the remaining oxygen from her lungs. Scarlett whimpered into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed her deeper, pulling their bodies so close there wasn't a single inch of space left between them.

Suddenly, before she could even process it, Logan gripped her firmly by the thighs. With absolutely zero effort, he lifted her straight up, hoisting her body onto the edge of the kitchen counter without their lips ever breaking contact.

He pulled away for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes burning with an intense, primitive hunger as he looked down at her flushed face.

"No more saying sorry," he growled against her lips.

Before she could answer, Logan wrapped his strong arms beneath her, lifted her off the counter, and carried her straight down the hall toward the bedroom.

He lay her gently down on the bed, his large frame immediately following her down. They were still completely tangled against each other, their lips locked in a desperate, hungry rhythm. As the initial rush of panic faded, Scarlett's hands began to wander, exploring the solid line of his shoulders and the hard muscles of his back.

Feeling her touch him first was the only green light Logan needed. Recognizing it as a beautiful, open invitation, his own hands began to explore her body in return. He cupped one of her breasts through her clothes, kneading gently, and a low, gravelly moan tore from the back of his throat.

The sound sent a jolt of electricity through Scarlett.

Needing less fabric between them, Logan lifted himself up fast, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one fluid, effortless motion, tossing it blindly onto the floor. When he lowered his bare, heavily tattooed chest back down toward her, Scarlett gently placed a hand against his heart, halting him for just a second.

"Wait," she breathed, her heart hammering against her ribs. "I should take off mine."

Logan captured her hand, his eyes burning with an unholy heat. "Don't worry, beautiful. I'll do that for you."

They plunged right back into the fire, kissing and touching each other fervently. The air in the bedroom grew thick and heavy, filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing and soft, breathless moans. Piece by piece, Logan skillfully removed every single article of clothing from her body. Scarlett looked up at him, completely exposed under his intense gaze, suddenly realizing she was entirely naked.

Logan stood up by the edge of the bed just long enough to shed his pants and underwear. When he lowered himself back down over her, his eyes swept over her body with pure adoration.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, before he crashed his lips back down onto hers.

Answering his praise, Scarlett wrapped her arms around his back, her hands sliding down to rest against his buttocks, inviting him to finally bridge the distance between them. She was completely ready for him.

Logan didn't hesitate. He thrust inside her, and a collective gasp left both their lips as their bodies synchronized. The movement was so intensely pleasurable, the friction so perfect, that Scarlett immediately began to move faster against him, chasing the rising heat.

Suddenly, Logan stopped her, his muscles locking up as he held himself still.

"Wait, wait... slow it down, beautiful," he groaned, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. "If you don't... I am not going to be able to hold back. And I want you to come first. I want to hear you and see you completely pleased."

Scarlett's heart swelled at his selflessness. Arching into him, she slowed her movements down as much as she possibly could, asking in a low, breathless whisper, "Like this? Is this slow enough?"

Logan just smiled down at her, a look of sweet torture on his face. No, he thought to himself, but I am going to have to work with it. Mentally, he forced himself to find something else to think about just to prolong the moment for her.

But it didn't matter, because Scarlett was already past the point of no return. Suddenly, she couldn't take the pleasure anymore. A violent volt of pure energy surged through her entire body. She held onto Logan tightly, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she trembled, completely shattering into a powerful, breathless release.

The moment Logan felt her body tighten and saw the unmistakable signs of her complete release, all of his restraint evaporated. He began to thrust faster and faster, driving deep into her until he finally erupted inside her, pouring himself into her completely.

When the world finally stopped spinning, Scarlett looked up at him, a playful, breathless smirk returning to her lips. "Well... that was fast."

Logan's brows snapped together in a faux frown. "Trust me, I could not hold it anymore."

Scarlett let out a bright laugh, shaking her head. "No, I meant me! You were great. Very unselfish in bed. I like it."

A genuine, relaxed smile broke across Logan's face. He wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest. They hugged, tangled securely in the sheets, and at this point, neither one of them had any intention of getting up. The burgers in the kitchen were entirely forgotten.