Hitman’s Pet: A Mafia Hitman Romance (Dirty Bikers Book 4)
Buying her was wrong. But I did it anyways.
A good man might have let her go.
But I’m not a good man – I’m a hitman.
So I’m going to do what only a very bad man would do:
Chain her down and break her.
MAGGIE
I always thought I’d be scared when I hit rock bottom.
But now that I’m finally here, all I feel is…
Nothing.
Empty.
Numb.
But there’s no denying that things are as bad as they could possibly be.
I’m out on the streets in the middle of the winter.
Dumped and kicked out by an abusive, scumbag, drug-dealing boyfriend.
No money. No friends. No hope.
And then – somehow, someway – things get even worse.
BLADE
Have you ever been unable to stop yourself from doing something?
Like your body is moving without you controlling it?
Your mouth is saying things without your consent?
That’s what I felt that night.
Like an out-of-body experience.
Maybe it was fate.
Maybe it was karma.
Or maybe it was the fact that the girl on the stage was the most perfect thing I’d ever laid eyes on.
In all my time running the auctions, I’d never once intervened.
The men around me who bought the girls on display were pigs, animals, savages.
But with one raised hand, one fist full of cash…
I became one of them.
I still don’t know what came over me.
But now that I’m here, alone with her, with not a stitch of clothing to keep my hands off her glowing skin…
I’m glad I did it.
I’m glad I bought her.
Because even though she’s perfect and flawless, innocent and pure…
I’m about to break her to pieces.
Sinner’s Pet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Immortal Devils MC) (Dirty Bikers Book 3)
He kept me caged and made me his little pet.
SIERRA
I can’t say I don’t deserve this.
After all, I crossed the line…
And the security system protecting a priceless jewel I’d come to steal.
But it was all a trap.
A setup.
And I’m the one who’s going to pay the price.
He’s not going to torture me – at least, not in the way you’re thinking.
The MC president has way more wicked, sinful ideas in mind.
The kind that involve whips and chains and leather and moans.
The kind that keep me up all night long.
Like an animal, I’m at the biker’s feet…
On my knees….
Begging for sweet release.
GUNNER
I’ve got the tattoos, the scars, and the leather kutte that all tell the same story:
Crossing me has consequences.
These hands have done damage to the men in my past who thought they could outwit an outlaw king like me.
Needless to say, they were dead wrong.
Emphasis on the “dead.”
But I’ve never met a woman bold enough to test me before.
And the punishment for her crimes will be a little bit different.
She thought she could seduce me?
Use her body to lower my defenses?
What a stupid mistake.
I caught her, and she’s mine now.
Mine to do with as I please.
My little pet is in for one hell of a night.