SHE WAS AN ANGEL THAT WAS ALMOST TOO GOOD TO BREAK
She’s too good for me to take.
Too good for me to corrupt
Too good for me to claim.
Too good for me to make her mine.
Everything shattered in my world the day I lost my old lady.
When I watched them lower her into the ground, I swore off love for good.
I lived for my club—the Steel Talons MC.
Filled my life with bikes, ink, and endless parties.
Until Susan came along.
She was a paramedic who thinks I’m just another dumb biker.
But her touch leaves me rock hard and demanding release.
When I see every curve of her body up close and personal.
When I look into those innocent eyes.
I can practically taste her innocence.
She’s too pure. To good.
Too proper for me to corrupt and ruin.
But each time I feel her soft hands on me, the beast in me comes to life.
She saved me.
But I’m going to break her.
***
She was an innocent—so good, so pure, so inexperienced. It’d almost be a shame to break her.
I was a monster who didn’t believe in love.
She’s the kind of girl who’s so good it hurts.
So good that I had to claim her.
Make her beg, hear her scream.
Again and again—until she can never leave.
I was the worst thing that happened in her life.
She’s the kind of person who stayed in the lines—played by the rules.
I was not.
There are things that you just don’t get in between.
Abbie made that mistake and now she’s at my mercy.
She thought she knew what she was doing.
She thought she could handle me.
Once I had her in close, once I got a good look at her tiny body.
Her delicate hands.
Her full lips screaming to be kissed.
It’ll take everything for me to not lay my hands on her.
It’ll take everything for me not to break her.
To teach her.
I can’t wait to get started.
Can’t wait to unload.
Over and over again until she won’t stop screaming my name.
***
She found a bomb in my exhaust pipe.
But that’s not the only pipe I want her hands on.
They say business comes before pleasure.
But I’m going to make her business MY pleasure.
I believe in repaying people back for favors.
Luna did a big one for me when she found an incomplete bomb in my exhaust pipe.
But helping me meant putting a target on her own back.
I have to keep her safe—make sure nobody lays a finger on her.
But when I’m by that tight little body of hers and staring into her innocent eyes—I find it almost impossible to keep my hands off her.
I have to keep reminding myself that she’s innocent in all of this.
That she trusts me to keep her safe.
But every once in a while, I see the lust in her eyes.
I catch a glimpse of the hellcat prowling just below the surface.
It’s getting harder and harder to hold myself back.
I want to do terrible things to that pretty little body of hers.
And leave her screaming for more.
***
NO ONE TAKES WHAT'S MINE
I didn’t mean to make my trouble become hers.
She didn’t need my protection, that’s for sure.
But everything was different once I tasted her.
Ate her alive.
Made her the core of my world.
Now a madman from my past is on our tail.
He wants us dead.
But no one takes what’s mine.
Not without a war.
***
I ruin good girls, and she’s going to be my finest work yet.
Maria D’Orazio is everything that I could do without.
Spoiled. High-maintenance.
A brat who thinks she can tell me what to do just because her daddy’s footing the bill.
A spitfire underneath the good girl act—with a body that leaves me aching for release.
She’s supposed to be off-limits, but that’s not going to stop me.
From taking her.
Claiming her.
Marking every inch of her as my property.
Problem is, some scumbag thinks that she belongs to him, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it that way.
Here’s what the bastard doesn’t know:
Maria is mine. No matter who says otherwise.
I may not have started this war.
But I sure as hell am going to finish it.
***
I never should’ve let him in my life.
I had a safe place, but he took it.
I shouldn’t have believed a word he said.
But his hands on my body did most of the talking.
And before I realize what’s happening.
He’s got me pinned against his hard body.
Nothing but scorching lips and roaming hands.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
I thought things couldn’t possibly get worse.
I had no idea how wrong I was.
***
HE PULLED ME IN HIS BED, AND THEN SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT.
Jason Fowler is a dirty bastard. When he’s not out there f****** things up, he’s in here, f****** my brains out.
I was supposed to kill him. Instead, I found myself screaming his name.
I couldn’t stop craving his filthy words in my ear, couldn’t stop begging for his touch.
I can’t quit him, even if I want to.
Because they’ll kill me if they find out that I let him live.
Because he’s the only one who can keep me alive.
But running with Jason Fowler meant I had to play by his rules.
Whatever he wants.
Whenever he wants.
However he wants.
***
HE’LL DO WHATEVER HE HAS TO AND I’LL BEG HIM FOR MORE
ERIS
My life had been innocent and naïve… and then I met him. Now I’m hurtling towards something I can’t predict. Something I never want to stop.
When he puts me on the back of his motorcycle, scarred hands on my curves.
When he tells me how he’ll handle me.
Possess me…
There’s one thing I’m certain of:
The devil has me in his lap.
And he won’t stop until he makes me his.
DAMIAN
I live for speed, scars, and danger. I never thought I’d want to slow down until I met Eris.
There have been others, but not like her
No one has ever made me rev harder.
I want to consume her, surround her, show her that she’ll always be mine.
And teach her exactly what it means to lose control.
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