by Crimson Syn
From the first instant my eyes catch hers, I claim her as mine.
But the beauty is running away from something dark, something she won’t tell me.
When I finally have my hands on her, she’ll know I’m not one to play games with.
I’ll get her truth, even if I have to torture her into ecstasy
Because the god she’ll worship is one kinky motherfucker.
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Cain Scardino is a wild man with a dominant streak
And I’m more than willing to hand myself over to his sensually erotic instructions
He’s a sexual god with a wicked taste for the taboo
But what Cain doesn’t know is that I yearn to succumb to his dark desires.
As he tightens his ropes on my body, he also secures them around my heart.
He’s the only man who could take me so completely
And I’ll do anything to be tied down by him.
CHAPTER ONE
SOPHIA
Present Day….
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HE SAID it would be easy, no one could possibly recognize me and I could get in without a second glance.
Use your charms. If those don’t work, then use your tits.
That was my man, Ramon Tuco Moreno, the leader of Los Perdidos. Leader? Leader my ass. He was a piece of shit.
I met him when I was in high school. I had just turned eighteen, and he was a good ten years older when he gladly deflowered me, claiming me as his at the time. If you want to call the five minutes behind the high school bleachers and him cumming early, claiming. Of course, he named a dozen other women as his throughout our marriage.
I’m not going to defend myself here. I knew what I was getting into when I married Ramon. But who are you to judge. You’ve never had to steal to eat, or sleep on the streets with the fear of being raped at any moment. Ramon took me away from all that. So as far as it goes, he used me as much as I used him. He had power and I wanted in on it.
Twelve years later, and here I am doing his dirty work. He’s such a coward he can’t even man up enough to go up to the Hell’s Lovers and fuck them up for what they did to his brother. Then again, the fucker deserved what he got. Gabriel was a piece of shit, violent asshole who only got the gang into problems. Then again, Tuco wasn’t any better. Now, he was involved with a cartel. A fucking cartel! Ugh!
I swear... I’d do anything to get away from him. I’d do anything to find a decent job, to be normal for a little while. But then what the fuck is normal, right?
So, here I am, swinging on poles in order to get my hubby some information. God only knows what he’s looking for. He just wants Intel, as much of it as I could get. How many men? How are they armed? Who are their connections?
To be honest, these men, these Hell’s Lovers, they’re honest and they treat their women like goddesses. They’re fucking fantastic. Well, there’s one in specific who is beyond fantastic. He’s been staring at me since I got here, and I’m not going to tell you I dislike it because it would be an outright lie. No, this man, this man is sin, he’s sizzling heat, he’s a man’s man.
He towers over everyone at Ravenous like the king he surely is. Broad shouldered, bulging muscles that ripple every time he moves, every time he breathes. Not only that, but his tattoos move with him. Now, I’ve seen a lot of tattoos, but they’re all gang related. His, like him, are a piece of art. Each original, each with a story behind it. A story I’ m more than willing to hear about. His eyes are dark, I can’t make out the color in the dim light, but I can tell they’re hungry.
As I swing on the pole and glide myself down, spreading my legs for the crowd of drunken bikers, his eyes meet mine. He’s sitting in the front row, in a chair that was reserved just for him. His eyes run down my body, lighting me on fire. My dance becomes his, hell my body is his. I’ve never reacted to a man like this before. I can assure you, the only man I’ve been with is Ramon, and the mother fucker doesn’t know what he’s doing half the time. He thinks putting me on all four and five minutes of humping has me satisfied. He has absolutely no idea what it means to keep a woman satisfied.
To be honest, and I say this in the most tragic way possible, I have never had an orgasm from a man before. I mean, I’ve gotten myself off- I’m thirty for fuck’s sake. But actually cumming on a nice, thick, long hard cock-never happened, not once. It’s sad, really.
But now that I’m in front of this man, this stranger, I can feel my world about to change. I’m not sure if I should be scared or just give into what I’m craving. I’ll leave it up to him. Fuck Los Perdidos, and fuck Ramon Moreno. I’m done.
ALSO BY CRIMSON SYN
WOLF (A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance, #1)
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GRAYSON (A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance, #2)
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