Raw: Street Demons MC

by Ada Stone

  “I didn’t peg you as the type to grunt,” he told me, and my body trembled at the low, rough tone of his voice, like gravel rolling beneath the tires of my car. “You look more like a screamer.”

  Oh, holy hell!

  I tried to swallow down the sudden swell of desire as I had a flash of him on top of me, those large hands which had so deftly saved me the night before now raking themselves down my form harshly, leaving fire in their wake.

  Forcing the image from my mind, I gathered up what indignation I could muster. I stood up, finding myself much closer to his hard frame than I had anticipated. Reaching my hand back, I cocked it and then swung it forward, palm open, prepared to deliver a resounding smack that would make me feel better and help disguise some of my unanticipated lust.

  But it never made contact.

  About an inch from his face, he stopped me. His large, rough hand grabbed my wrist, so strong that I felt as though he could break me in an instant. But he didn’t. Instead, he jerked me forward until I crashed against his chest. A shiver of desire ran through my body. It made me as angry as his hand around my wrist did.

  “Easy, princess,” he rumbled.

  I made a frustrated noise and jerked my hand from his grasp. It came free easily, though I knew it was because he let me go rather than him not being strong enough to hold me.

  “Don’t you ever touch me,” I instructed furiously, because I was sure I would melt if he ever did again. “I don’t want to have to shower again today.”

  His dark eyes narrowed at me and he opened his mouth to say something back to me, but I wouldn’t let him. I pushed past him, letting my shoulder catch his, which was all muscle. “Sylvia!” I called to her. She was still waiting by the door patiently and looked a little exasperated by my antics. I instantly felt a little guilty; she clearly thought I was being childish. But I pushed that aside and remembered that I didn’t want him here. “Escort Mr. Morrison out. I don’t want him here.”

  “No can do. Ryker gave me very specific orders and you don’t get to veto them.”

  I shot him a poisonous glare. “I said leave. Sylvia, show him the door.”

  “No,” he told me, folding his arms across his chest, making the muscles stand out.

  Sylvia briefly looked panicked, like she wasn’t sure what to do, and I felt kind of bad for her. Despite us being friends, I was her boss, yet I could tell that she didn’t want to escort him anywhere. Whether that was because she honestly wanted him here for his protection or because he was big and she was tiny, I couldn’t tell.

  “Fine then,” I ground out. “I’ll call my uncle and then you’ll have to leave!”

  As I stormed into the house to my phone, I heard him mutter something behind me that might have been, “You do that, princess.”

  I furiously dialed Ryker’s number. It rang twice and then he picked up. Before he could even say hello, I told him, “Recall your guy.”

  There was a pause. “You have a problem with Spear?”

  I had to assume that the Mr. Morrison on my patio was his Spear. I told myself not to bother memorizing his name, but it was already ingrained in my head. I didn’t think I’d ever forget that sexy man outside, though I told myself that he was just a man.

  “Whoever he is, yes, I want him gone. He’s an ass.”

  There was another pause and when Uncle Ryker spoke again I thought I heard a hint of amusement in his voice. “Has he done anything?”

  “He’s here! Isn’t that enough?” I shrilled into the phone. “He’s a crude ruffian and I don’t want him here!”

  This time there was definitely amusement in his voice. I could picture him leaning back in his chair, smiling as he spoke to me, smug and annoying as only he could be. “I see. Well, unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of Prince Charmings on hand, but I happen to have a wealth of ruffians. Trust me when I say he’s the best of a rough bunch.”

  “I don’t need a bodyguard,” I tried, switching arguments because I was starting to realize that Ryker wasn’t going to give me someone else just because I said I didn’t like this Spear guy. “I’m fine on my own.”

  “No, you’re not,” Ryker countered, and the amusement was gone from his voice. He wasn’t kidding. “You were attacked. You need someone to protect you. Period.”

  “Fine, but does it have to be him?” I couldn’t help the whining tone of my voice.

  “Sorry, but it does.” The smile in his voice was back and it pissed me off more than just about anything else.

  “Just give me someone else!”

  “Nope.”

  I glared at the phone before yelling at him, “Ugh! I hate you!”

  At this, Uncle Ryker actually let out a full belly laugh that lasted long enough that I was about to hang up on him when he finally said, “Love you, too, princess.”

  Then the line went dead. I’d officially lost this battle. Ryker would give me anything in the world, whatever I wanted, if he could. Except someone else, and I knew there was a reason for it. It likely meant that this guy was the best of the best, equal parts dangerous and loyal. Someone my uncle trusted enough to leave with me when he wasn’t here.

  It pissed me off because it meant that I wouldn’t be able to sway him. It pissed me off because it meant that I was going to have to deal with this Spear character for as long as Ryker felt I was in danger. It pissed me off because, despite my anger, there was a hot and bothered part of me that wanted nothing more than to have him stay the night at my house. In my bedroom. Beside me. Naked. Sweating. Pumping.

  I shook the thoughts from my head, because I wouldn’t let this man get to me. I was stronger than that.

  I didn’t care how deliciously attractive he was.

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  Temper

  TEMPERS BURN HOT. LOVE BURNS HOTTER.

  I like the innocent girls, the doe-eyed broads, the ones who want to venture into the dark side but are still a little scared of what they might find there.

  Amelia was all that and more.

  She had sexy curves and not a clue how to use them.

  Luckily for her, I did.

  I took her without a second thought, knowing that I would never see her again.

  Consequences be damned – what did I care if I ruined her for those suburban boys, the kind she’s “supposed” to go for? Not my problem.

  After all, I had a club to run and a mayor intent on stamping out me and every last man in my club.

  Amelia wasn’t even an afterthought.

  But that only lasted for six weeks. When she shows up on my doorstep, she drops three bombs in quick succession.

  She’s the mayor’s daughter.

  My stepsister.

  And she’s pregnant with my child.

  My life will never be the same.

  Bound to the Beast

  She should have run when she had the chance.

  Susanna was in over her head. She was too sweet for this world, too innocent.

  A starry-eyed virgin in search of a grand romance.

  If I were a good man, I would’ve left her alone.

  But I’m not a good man. I’m a hitman.

  So I took her. Made her mine. Marked her and claimed her.

  But that should have been it. One night, and one night only.

  I didn’t know that I’d get her pregnant.

  That, after a single night of passion, she’d be carrying my child.

  Then I find out her brother is my next target.

  I’m torn between conflicting loyalties – a life in my hands and an ache in my heart.

  Who do I sacrifice: the mother of my child or the man in my crosshairs?

  I have to choose
wisely. One misstep could destroy us both.

  Wed to the Devil

  She’s screaming, “Oh, God,” but I’m the exact opposite.

  Rome

  I’m a fighter, not a lover. I have as many scars as I do notches on my bedpost.

  All I do is f**k and forget. But when I lay eyes on Olivia, I know that one time won’t be enough.

  I make her scream until her throat is hoarse. I won’t rest until I own her very soul.

  But when she’s put in danger, I decide to really claim her.

  Now, she’s my wife…

  …’til death do us part.

  Olivia

  Rome is danger incarnate: muscles rippling and tattoos covering his arms.

  But when he tells me he’s going to marry me to keep me safe, I can’t resist.

  He makes me want to do things I never thought I’d do.

  He’s my seducer. My corrupter. My fallen angel.

  I should know better, but I’ve got no other options.

  Now the devil himself is my husband…

  …as long as we both shall live.

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