by Zoey Parker
“Roll over,” I grunted. I didn’t care how it sounded. I needed her then and there. I wasn’t in the mood for a leisurely fuck. I wanted to be inside her, to make her whole body scream before she came all over me.
“Mmm…I think we’ll make good use of this position in the coming months.” She winked at me, and I twitched when I thought about taking her from behind. It was my favorite position, and hers, too.
She got ready like she always did, on all fours. Her pussy waited for me, glistening, and my cock throbbed when I got closer to her. I guided the head up and down her cleft. She moaned, moving her hips around, wanting me to touch more of her. “Greedy,” I muttered, and she laughed. Then I slid inside and the laugh turned into a moan. We both moaned, trying to keep it quiet for the kid’s sake but not able to be totally quiet. It was impossible.
I slid back, then forward. Again. Again. The way she moaned, rolling her head in a circle, arching her back, was worth taking my time for. I watched and listened, thrusting slowly. Loving the way she loved it when I took her. She was totally in the moment, totally aware of her body and what she liked—and sex was never boring because of that.
I couldn’t stay at that slow, sensual pace for long. My body took over. It wanted more, fast, hard. I sped up, going deeper. Hitting her at just the right angle. I reached for her tits, playing with them as I fucked her. She moaned even louder, the combination of pleasure taking her higher. I loved the way she got into it when we had sex. She forgot the “nice girl” she was to everybody else and turned into a wild animal, wanting to get off. She didn’t have a problem telling me what she liked and how she liked it, and when she covered my hand with hers and squeezed, I knew she wanted me to be a little rougher. I pinched her nipple, and she let out a high-pitched squeal.
I held her hips, holding on as I pumped faster. Harder. Deeper. I needed to take her and remind myself she was mine. She was all mine, body and soul. Forever. I felt like a king, the way I always did when I was inside her. Like I could do anything.
She grunted, whispering how much she loved it. I slapped her ass, hard, with the flat of my hand. She gasped, going stiff for a second with her back arched. Then she groaned, and I knew she loved it the way she always did. We had learned a lot about each other in a year, and she wasn’t the girl I first met. She found out she liked being spanked, having her hair pulled, having her wrists tied to the bed.
She pushed back against me, more excited. I spanked again and again, and she shook each time my hand made contact. “Yeah…I love it…” she gasped. I pulled her hair back and she shuddered, pushing even harder. Riding me like I rode her.
She went faster, and I matched her. Her grunts were louder, higher pitched, and I knew she was getting ready to come. I was ready, too, holding on for her. Just another few seconds. Everything in me screamed, wanting to be let go. My cock throbbed with each thrust as she got tighter…tighter.
Finally, she shrieked, her body tensing. “Yes! Lance! Oh, yes!” She shuddered, gasping.
Her muscles clenched around me, bearing down on me, and I lost it. I exploded inside her, groaning, my body going rigid while I came. I couldn’t think of anything for the first few seconds, just like always. It was enough to feel.
When it was over, I immediately thought of her. Was she okay? I left her, and she fell on her side with a sigh.
“Holy cow,” she whispered.
“Are you sure that was all right?” I stretched out next to her, looking at her closely. Wondering if there was any way to tell if I had hurt the baby.
She stroked my hair. “Relax. I already asked the doctor about it. He said we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t get too crazy, like weird Kama Sutra stuff. And even then, it should be okay.”
“Good.” What a relief. I rolled onto my back, still trying to catch my breath. “Wow. If I had known how good it would be while you were pregnant, I would’ve knocked you up sooner.”
“Hush.” She smacked my shoulder. “Your pillow talk hasn’t improved in the last year, you know.”
“Come on. That wasn’t romantic? I was complimenting your performance.” She shot me a warning look, and I stopped.
“What do you think—wedding before or after the baby comes?”
“I don’t need anything big. We can do it before, so the baby’s parents are married and all that. I don’t feel like trying to nurse a baby and stand at the altar all at the same time.”
“You’re sure? You don’t want the big wedding with the dress and the flowers and all that?”
“Eh, we’ll work something out. You know the girls will go crazy.”
“Erica’s dying for you to call her.”
“I bet. She doesn’t know about the baby yet. She might have a stroke.”
I chuckled. Life was too perfect. I had a family, my club, friends. How did everything change so fast in just a year?
No. Quicker than that. The minute Gigi showed up at my door. I guessed I had Rae to thank for that. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her since the day she signed the custody papers, but I thought of her sometimes. She was still her daughter’s mother, and Gigi had all her good qualities.
Jamie snuggled against me, and we talked about the wedding and the baby and getting a room ready for him or her. We even talked about moving to a bigger house. The sky was the limit.
I held her in my arms long into the night, sure I would never want anything else for the rest of my life. I had it all.
THE END
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Take Me, Outlaw
I wanted to be his tonight – his toy, his willing slave...
She’s living proof that bad things happen to good people.
Wrong place, wrong time, but the universe doesn’t give a damn.
Neither does the Mafia.
They’re going to kill her, unless I do something about it.
I’ve never been one to stand by idly, so I do what I have to:
take her before my enemies get the chance to do the same.
At first, it was a matter of convenience.
But the longer she is on the back of my bike,
The greater my hunger grows.
It’s only a matter of time until it feasts.
But there are soulless bastards nipping at our heels.
They want blood – both hers and mine.
Now, I’m faced with an impossible choice: do I leave her, or keep her in my grasp?
Break Me, Outlaw
HE MEANT TO BREAK MY BODY. INSTEAD, HE BROKE MY HEART.
I knew from the moment I walked in that this place was not meant for me.
I was clean; this place was filthy.
I was fair; this place was dark.
But maybe I was sick of living a safe life.
Maybe I was sick of every little thing fitting together just so.
I was sick of being perfect and whole.
I wanted to be broken.
In this dark and pungent hell, I found the man to do the job.
He took me into his arms and broke me –
Over, and over, and over again.
When it was finished, I picked up the pieces of myself that remained, and I left.
But things never end that easily.
I didn’t know it then, but when I ran, I took something with me.
Something I never wanted…
Something I never asked for…
The baby of the man who’d owned me.
Now, my unborn child and I are helpless pawns in some sick and twisted game.
People are being hurt, killed.
I can’t stand to watch anymore.
All I can do is cry, and plead, and beg.
All I can say are three little words:
Please, for the love of God…
“Break me, outlaw.”
Spike
HE SHOWED ME THAT LOVE WEARS LEATHER AND INK.
Spike
I was raised in darkness. Blood and death are all I know.
Finally freed from prison, my only goal is to make my MC even more powerful.
That is, until Georgia walks in.
She's in trouble, she tells me, her blue eyes flashing.
She's so beautiful, so innocent, so pure…
That I make her a deal.
Come to my bed and I'll keep you safe.
Georgia
When the Russian mob comes after my younger brother, I do the only thing I can: I help him escape.
But now they're after me instead.
With no other choice, I go to the one person who can help me – the president of the Satan's Disciples MC , Spike Turner.
He makes me a deal that even Satan wouldn't offer.
If I submit to his touch, he will protect me.
What else could I say but yes?
What surprises me is how quickly I become entangled in his darkness.
His touch is intoxicating. His kiss is liquid fire.
But when I confess what he is doing to me – to my heart – he tells me he can never love me back.
I try to pick up the pieces of my life in the wake of his rejection, but the mob has other ideas.
Trapped in their clutches, I can only pray that Spike hasn't left me to die.
I love him – even if we're both damned to hell.
Stolen
He's a ruthless biker with a kingdom to run. She's a talented thief with a nose for trouble.
Things are about to get messy.
Sasha
I knew going in that this would be dangerous. But what choice did I have?
None, that's how much. You don't say "No" to a man like Fang, the mob boss I work for. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.
So I swallowed my fear and I took the mission: stealing drugs from the Hell's Overlords MC.
The first time was smooth. In and out like a flash.
The second time was just as easy.
But the third time…that's when everything went wrong.
Now, I'm trapped in a basement, staring into the stormy eyes of a man who doesn't like being robbed.
Everything I feared is present in those eyes. There's anger, and strength, and brutality.
But there's something else, too.
Something I didn't expect, and it's scaring me more than anything else.
He's hungry.
Hungry for me.
HER BODY ISN'T THE ONLY THING I'M TAKING AS MY OWN.
Cole
The first time I lay eyes on her, it feels like I got struck by lightning.
You've probably heard that before, but trust me – this is different.
This isn't the "struck by lightning" you see in friendly little rom-coms with happy endings.
It doesn't come with warm fuzzies.
It's not cute.
No, the kind of lightning I'm talking about makes me want to do things, things that you might not always like.
It makes me want to bite her lip like a feral dog, to squeeze her hips in my hands and rid her of every scrap of clothing.
The lightning surging through my veins makes me harder than carved marble.
There's only one release: to own her, again and again, until the thirst is quenched.
I don't know how long that will take.
But I'm willing to find out.
Ravage
I’m a man of few words. The ones I use are violent:
Brawl. Claim. Ravage.
It was lust at first sight.
She looked too damn nice up on that stage to pass up.
A body that curved in all the right places.
Skin demanding that I seize it and squeeze it.
And those eyes…
Eyes I’d never forget.
What would you have done?
I know what I did: I bought her.
Then I took her home and let her know who she belonged to now.
She screamed my name until the rafters shook.
Don’t act like you would have done anything different.
That should have been the end of it.
But if she was just an expensive lay,
you wouldn’t be reading this story.
There was a whole lot more I had yet to find out.
Only one thing I knew for certain:
I hadn’t had my fill of Michelle.
Not. Even. Close.
Bounty
A picture is worth a thousand words, but I only need three:
You. Are. Mine.
The life I lead isn't for the faint of heart.
A man like me has to say what he means.
Take what he wants.
And fight to keep what he has.
Erica thought she would be safe behind her camera.
Little did she know she was teetering on the edge of the rabbit hole.
When she sees something she shouldn't have,
she falls in.
She's lucky I showed up when I did.
Without me, she'd be thrown to the wolves.
Torn apart.
Devoured.
But it doesn't take long before she starts to wonder.
Is she better off on her own…
…or at the mercy of the beast inside me?
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter.
I tell her how it is:
"Moan as loud as you want, babe.
You aren't going anywhere."
Trouble
He took my sister.
I’m next.
My baby sister went missing over a month ago, and I’d give anything to find her. After countless hours of searching, the trail of clues leads me to Gabriel Hunt, leader of the Crooked Souls MC.
He’s sexy, strong…
…and the last man to see my sister alive.
Before I know it, I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole. I’m being chased, threatened, and almost killed. There’s only one place to turn: right into Gabriel’s arms.
He is a danger unto himself, but I can’t stop myself from craving his touch. Only time will tell whether he’ll be the key to solving my sister’s disappearance, or the last stop before my downfall.
I thought I was doing the hunting. But I'm coming to find out that I'm the one being hunted.
Monster
I thought he was my savior.
If only I’d known he was a murderer, too.
Getting trapped in the snow was my own fault.
For a moment, I thought I would die out there.
So when the sexiest man I’ve ever seen pulls me back from the brink of death,
I suppose I should be grateful.
He takes me home, warms me up…
…and lights a fire inside me that only his touch can heal.
Now I’m burning with desire for Jax —
his hands, his mouth, his body.
I know he’s no good for me,
but nothing can stop me from craving him.
That is, until his past rears its ugly head.
But by the time I learn he’s truly a monster,
it might already be too late.
At first, she wanted no part of me. But some kinds of darkness are hard to resist…
I know I’m not a good guy.
Ever since my wife died, I’ve had a single rule when it comes to women:
One night only.
In all these years, I’ve never broken it.
That is, until I met Christina.
She’s got a body like sin and a sassy mouth to boot.
I want to f**k her until she’s hoarse from screaming my nam
e.
She doesn’t know I have secrets.
She doesn’t know what I’ve done.
And even after she discovers who I really am, it won’t matter anymore.
She’ll have to find out the hard way:
once you come home with me,
there’s no going back.
INKED ANGELS: A Bad Boy Romance Box Set
In this world, there’s no such thing as pure. Even the angels have tattoos.
Bestselling author Zoey Parker presents a box set of three panty-melting, heart-wrenching bad boy romances. The Inked Angels Box Set contains three full-length novels along with a bonus prequel novella, starring filthy, violent men who take what they want without asking. They’re as dark and disturbing as they are tender and loving, so make sure you’re ready for the full rainbow of emotion. You’ve been warned!
