Rusty—
I’m the president
of the Devil Kings Atlanta MC. With a fractious club to rebuild and a revolving
door on my bedroom, the last thing I need is 5’4” of sex-on-a-stick trouble.
When a
mysterious beauty shows up with her playmate’s body, dark soulful eyes and a
bagful of cash, I’m willing to make an exception.
I don’t
fully trust her, but she needs my help.
Ashlynn—
Things are
finally good. I am one of the best high-roller hostesses on the strip. But I’ve
lived in Las Vegas two years and have yet to unpack my bags. Why? Because shit
always goes sideways.
I should
have known this time would be no different.
When I’m
asked to hostess a private poker game at a mega exclusive hotel penthouse, I
end up in the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time.
I’m the
soul witness to a double murder and I’m suddenly on the run again, but this
time I’m running for my life.
I get as
far as Atlanta before my Porsche blows a tire.
That’s when
he shows up. Dangerous. Drop-dead gorgeous. Scary badass biker. One I can’t
take my eyes off. Maybe this town is as good as any to lay low.
When
trouble tracks me down, I want to run again. But he has other plans.
He’ll
protect me—for a price.
My willing
body in his big bed—all night, every night.
That’s the
dirty deal he offers.
Dare I accept?
Where the
President of the Devil Kings is involved, there are no rules.
But I’ll
stand toe-to-toe with him and make it out of this bargain with my heart intact.
Because in the end, running is what I do best.
He locks
the door and prowls toward me.
“That’s a
real pretty dress, Hot Rod.” His eyes sweep over me. “You want to keep it in
one piece, you better take it off quickly. If I do it, it’s gonna be in
tattered shreds on the floor. That’s how badly I want you.”
His eyes
promise all kinds of things—dark things, dangerous things. He’s seducing me,
and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
I take a
step back, then another, enjoying the hunt, disobeying his demand. His eyes
fall on the pulse I can feel beating in my throat. He stalks me across the room
until I come up against the dresser. He stops two feet away. He reaches out,
and his callused fingertips glide along my collarbone. My skin tingles in
response, heat flames through my body like wildfire, and I tremble.
“I really
want to see what’s under this dress,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive lure as
he dips his head closer to mine.
“Does every
girl you bring in here fall at your feet?” I whisper, wondering just how
special I am.
Those
hypnotic eyes of his drift along my throat, and his finger brushes where my
rapid pulse beats. He moves closer, inching forward, crowding my space as his
head inclines toward mine. He dips down, his nose brushing along mine and his
voice goes rough. “Want to know what I think?”
“What?” I
breathe.
“I think
you look beautiful at my feet, staring up at me with those dark eyes I could
drown in. Makes my dick hard thinking of the last time you were on your knees,
taking me deep down your pretty throat.” He skates his hand up my neck,
encircling it, cuffing it, bringing my jaw up until our mouths are a breath
apart. “And I think you’re absolutely dying for another taste.”
I lick my
lips. I can’t deny it, any of it.
“Let me see
what’s under that dress, beautiful.” He drags his fingertips along the
neckline, and I’m powerless to resist. I pull the dress off my shoulders, and
it flutters over my body to pool on the floor.
His eyes
drag over every inch of me, and they light up with liquid desire. He sucks in a
breath and steps back to take it all in.
My breasts
are bare, my nipples tight with arousal. I’m wearing a tiny G-string panty
under the garter belt and lace-topped stockings, all in a golden glimmer.
The gold
stiletto heels with their sexy straps finish it off.
“Fucking
hell, woman. You’re a walking wet dream. Every man’s fantasy.
I stand,
slightly at a disadvantage, as he’s still fully clothed. It tilts the power
balance in his favor. Although, seeing the need in his eyes, I may have the
power over him right now. He wants me badly. I up the ante and whisper in a
throaty seductive voice, “I bought it for you, baby.”
His eyes
flare at my words, and he reaches for me.
He threads
his fingers into my hair, fisting it, and tugs, tilting my head until I have no
choice but to meet his eyes. His fingers curl around the back of my neck,
commanding and possessive and my insides melt.
Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Seller, L. Wilder, writes about hot, alpha men and the women who love them. She currently has six series available for readers: The Devil Chaser’s MC, Satan’s Fury MC, Satan’s Fury MC-Memphis, the Redemption Series, the Happy Endings Collection, and the Ruthless Sinners MC. If you’re looking for a book that will keep you on the edge of your seat and have you smiling like a school girl at the end, L. Wilder is the author for you.
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