The ghosts of Donovan “Blade” Brookes’ life are closing in on him.
Hardened by an abusive childhood and haunted by the murder of his fiancé, Blade struggles against the dark forces threatening to consume him. When he helps Layla Reed in her hour of need, he has no idea she will be the light to his darkness. As they spend more time together, he is powerless to fight his desire for her. Powerless to fight his need for her. However, as his feelings deepen, he pushes her away, reluctant to drag her into his world. With enemies coming at him from all directions, Storm MC needing his help to fight off a rival, and his father still causing him grief, Blade needs the love of a good woman now more than ever. Can Layla push Blade to the edge and get him to admit to both of them what he wants? Or will the darkness pull him under once and for all?
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Blade. Donovan. Oh, sweet, troubled man. I just wanted to give him a big hug and be the one to love him and make him happy.
He’d had a horrific upbringing. Being the bastard child of the local MC President and being his punch bag through his childhood years isn’t going to lead to him being the most balanced, emotionally healthy adult.
But Layla doesn’t want perfect. She wants real. And as much as I want to be there for Blade, she got in there before me and she is his perfect and likewise he is hers. They’re both flawed and troubled and hell, both dark as sin but they accept each other and have a connection that no one can break. Not even themselves.
We see the characters we’ve grown to love throughout the series and it was nice to see an “outsiders” view of the club and its members and goings on. Ultimately, Blade changed the whole future of the club in Slay and no one’s lives will be the same….
A lovely addition to the Storm books and I love how connected I feel to the characters throughout the story due to the dual POVs. Thank you, Nina for another addition to my bookshelf!
Donovan pretty much yanked me from his car and into his house. I’d fallen in love with his home the first time I’d visited. It was very masculine, in grey and black tones. Very Donovan. Today I hardly had a chance to notice it as he dragged me through it and into his bedroom. Fuck, I loved it when he was like this: demanding and bossy as hell.
Donovan’s intensity attracted me to him even before he’d rescued me that night. I’d watched him for a long time, and while I found him a little scary, I’d wanted to know how that intensity would translate in the bedroom. And now I knew – it was hot, and it made me crave his touch like I’d never craved a man’s touch before.
He got me into his bedroom, pushed me up against the wall, and shoved his hand straight up my skirt, and into my panties.
His eyes blazed with desire as he growled, “I know you want my dick, but I need to feel you first.”
I grabbed his face with both hands. “Make it quick,” I demanded before pulling his lips to mine.
His fingers pushed inside, and he grunted something unintelligible into my mouth as he kissed and fingered me. I let his face go so I could reach down and hike my skirt up around my waist. Then I wrapped one of my legs around him, and tilted my pussy forward so his fingers could go deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as his fingers brought me so much pleasure. It was too much. I needed his cock now, so I pushed him away.
He knew what I wanted and began tearing off my clothes. Once he had me naked, he stripped himself while I stood and enjoyed the show. Then he picked me up and deposited me on the bed before moving on top of me.
“One day soon, I’m gonna get fucking creative with you, but for the moment, I just need to get inside you and fuck you,” he said as his cock entered me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and moved with him. “I don’t need creative, Donovan. I just need you.”
He pulled out and thrust in again. Over and over, he repeated this and kept up a slow, torturous pace.
His eyes were focused on mine.
As if this was his way of communicating with me.
And I felt that; I felt what he wasn’t saying.
It seemed like he fucked me for an eternity. He brought me close, then backed off, then repeated this over and over. By the time I came, I was in a delirious state of bliss. My body was not my own anymore, it was Donovan’s, and I simply moved with him while he skilfully controlled me.
My eyes were shut, and my mind and body lit up with the pleasure from my orgasm. I screamed out Donovan’s name at almost the same time that his body tensed and he roared with his release.
I clung to him tightly as the last drops of pleasure rushed through me, until I eventually let go, and murmured, “You sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
He stared at me for a couple of beats before saying, “It’s you, baby.”
“What’s me?” I was still half delirious from the orgasm, but I sensed something in his words and struggled to fight through the haze to grasp what he was saying.
“You bring it out of me. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never felt it like this before.” He paused for a second before adding, quite firmly, “Never.”