by Vivian Gray
Inked Sinner
Blood Ravens MC, Volume 2
Vivian Gray
Published by eBook Publishing World, 2019.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
INKED SINNER
First edition. February 18, 2019.
Copyright © 2019 Vivian Gray.
ISBN: 978-1386652441
Written by Vivian Gray.
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Born Killer
Bred Killer
Made Killer
Blood Ravens MC
Born Sinner
Inked Sinner
Tough Sinner
Bonebag MC
Diesel
Diesel's Vow
Diesel's Sins
Broken Mavericks MC
Trigger
Trigger's Fuse
Trigger's Ride
Chained Kings MC
Sinned
Sinned Tonight
Sinned Again
Death Angels MC
Screwed
Screwed Fast
Screwed Hard
Devil's Crucifix MC
Born Biker
Bloody Biker
Atoned Biker
Savage Hearts MC
Slash
Slash and Burn
Slash and Dominate
War Choppers MC
Jet
Jet's Bride
Jet's Wrath
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Inked Sinner: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blood Ravens MC Book 2)
By Vivian Gray
I was born to break girls like her.
I PLANNED TO MAKE HER beg for mercy.
But Maria took me by surprise.
I’ve been a bad man, a born sinner since Day 1.
But with her... there might be hope for redemption.
BLADE
I don’t believe in love.
A cheating ex cured me of that stupid delusion.
In her wake, she left seething rage and a death wish.
And now, it’s time to get my revenge.
Because the woman who broke my heart has a younger sister...
And a father who’s the head of the biggest cartel in the state.
So why not use the innocent girl to destroy the guilty man?
I’ve spent years doing anything that my club, the Blood Ravens MC, needs me to do.
I collect debts, break skulls, enforce the outlaw’s brand of justice.
Compared to all those dirty jobs, this is going to be pure and sweet.
But Maria isn’t the cruel cartel princess I expected her to be.
She’s too smart, too sexy.
And when she says she wants to help us bring down her father, I don’t know what to do.
Can my enemy’s daughter be trusted?
MARIA
They took me.
Or rather, he took me.
Blade.
He chained me to a bed, made me his.
And deep down, I loved it.
But afterwards, I begged to know what he wanted from me.
Or more importantly, from my father.
That sick, cruel father of mine who wanted to bar me from my dreams.
The father I’m desperate to make pay for his crimes.
So when Blade told me what they planned to do, I offered to help.
I helped the man who kidnapped me.
Why?
Because, for the first time, I felt like I mattered.
Maybe I’m being stupid and naïve.
Maybe, all the biker sees when he looks at me is a silly girl, a midnight plaything, too distracted by his brawny shoulders and his prowess in bed to realize I meant nothing to him.
But maybe – just maybe – he feels what I’m feeling, too.
That’s all I can hope for.
Because I didn’t want to fall for the man who took me.
I just wanted to be free.
But I’m learning now that freedom has a price.
And that price might just be my heart.
Chapter 1
Blade
I pour myself yet another drink. I’m starting to get a little woozy, but it’s the good kind, the kind that feels good when you’re in the thick of it.
I can hardly believe I just did that. I mean, I’ve been with girls who only sort of wanted it before, but this girl wanted it. She got off on my being dominant – quite literally. And I was all too happy to give her exactly what she wanted – twice, no less. She even called out to me, begging me for it. I’m about half a second from jerking off right now, that was so hot.
But what does that mean for me? Am I just the brutal bastard I’ve always claimed to be against? I don’t want to be the guy who takes women against their will. This wasn’t against her will – but why do I still feel sort of scandalized? It’s fucking Slime. Fucking Slime and his bullshit. If he hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have gone in there after her. But I had to. I had to.
And it was fucking great.
The next morning, I go downstairs bare-chested to see Maria. I bring her upstairs to use the bathroom, still in cuffs, then bring her back downstairs and cuff her back to the bed. She doesn’t resist me. I feed her breakfast, and we talk a little bit – not about the night before, but about everything else. The conversation, naturally, turns to her sister, Carmen.
“How – how is she?” I ask stupidly. I don’t mean to sound like such a pussy when I say it, but that’s kind of how it comes out. There’s really no good way of asking that kind of question, I suppose.
“Honestly? I don’t know,” Maria replies, a hair away from sounding apologetic about it. “I haven’t heard from her since she... since her... since she got married.”
She’s choosing her words carefully, and I’m not sure how much I appreciate it. I prefer to be direct about such things. Carmen and I used to be together. Then she dumped me and got married like a week later. Big shit. Happens all the time.
“We weren’t particularly close even when she was here though,” Maria continues. “We didn’t, like, share secrets or anything. We just kind of existed in the same space. I didn’t even know you existed until that night you were creeping around the room.”
“Yeah.” I laugh uncomfortably. “Sorry about that. I never meant to scare you. I guess I didn’t realize that you would be there. I mean, I knew you existed, at least, but... yeah, sorry.”
If her hands had been free, she probably would have waved me off because she smiles her very lovely smile.
“No worries at all,” she says in a seemingly happy voice. “I blame Carmen more than anything. Hell, I blame Carmen for a lot of shit that has happened since then.”
“Like what?” I ask, intrigued.
“Like the fact that my dad wants me to take over the family business.”
This stops me dead in my tracks. “I’m sorry, say that again.”
Could this be real? Could I possibly be holding the next head of the Espinozas? Has her father been grooming her for this role? A million thoughts run through my head at the exact same time, all coming together before s
he has the chance to answer.
“Well, that’s what we were fighting about,” she explains. “The... uh... the night you... you know, the night you... picked me up.”
“No need to dance around it, Maria,” I tell her straightforwardly. “I know what I’ve done.”
“Well, that’s good.” She cracks another of her lovely smiles. “Because I do, too.”
She actually laughs at that, and I chuckle a bit, too. Clearly, she’s learned to live, at least a little bit, with her captivity. Ever since last night anyway.
She continues, “Seriously, though, my dad always seemed like he favored Carmen to take over the business. But when she ran off and got married, he cut her off as much as she cut us out of her life. They’re both, like, so much alike, to be perfectly honest. And then Dad turned to me, as if I wanted to take over his stupid bullshit.”
“You don’t want to take over the... business?” I ask, not really sure what to call it.
She shakes her head. “Not a fucking chance. What I really want to do is go to college.”
“Oh really? For what?”
“Well, the funny thing is... I want to be a lawyer.”
That stops me cold again. “You... you want to be a lawyer?” That seems totally incongruent with the lifestyle her family has lived. “What... what makes you want to be a lawyer?”
“Well, everybody deserves representation, don’t they? What I’d really like to do is work with people who can’t afford lawyers. You know how they say, ‘If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you,’ or however it goes when you get arrested? I want to do that. Court-appointed attorney.”
“Doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of money in that,” I say, though I’m honestly impressed as hell that’s what she wants to do with her degree. Plenty of our guys who’ve gone down have needed to use the public attorneys, and they were always shit. If someone smart like Maria were doing it, they might have stood a chance.
“I’m not interested in the money,” she says valiantly. “As long as I can make enough to live on, I don’t need a whole lot. I’m kind of... you know, a minimalist.”
“A minimalist?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you know...” She laughs. “I don’t need a whole bunch of stuff. I like to live simply. I guess that’s the one thing I took with me from going to catechism classes at church – you know, Sunday school, but for Catholics? My mami used to make us go before she died. That’s how I made my first communion and shit.
“But they used to teach us, like, about how Jesus lived, and it was always super simple, you know? He didn’t own anything except the clothes on his back and the sandals on his feet. So, I mean, if the dude could live like that, I can live without super expensive shit, you know?”
“I guess I never thought of it that way,” I tell her. “So you’re religious then?”
She shrugs again. “Not really. My mami was. She went to mass every Sunday, prayed the rosary, the whole thing, you know? My dad isn’t though. I think he figures that church never did him any favors, so why should he do favors for the church? And after Mami died, that was it for him. Carmen and me, too. I stopped going – it just made me too sad.”
“That’s fair,” I say, touched.
I’m a little bit amazed she is so willing to really open up to me. It seems a little odd, as she is still tied up to my bed and still is not allowed to wear clothes – or, rather, I’m not allowing her to. But I like talking to her, I find. I’m a little bit surprised by this fact.
I leave her to go out to HQ for a while.
When I get back, I feed her lunch and talk to her some more, then leave for a meeting back at HQ. At the meeting, Slime tests me again to see if I’ve done anything with or to Maria.
“Smell my fingers if you really want to know,” I joke, even though the joke makes me irritated with myself.
“So you got a li’l bit then?” Slime grins. “That’s good! And what about her? Did you leave any marks?”
“No marks,” I tell him, shaking my head. “But she won’t be able to sit down for a week, if you know what I mean.”
“Nice, man, nice!” Slime exclaims. “I have to admit, I had my doubts about you. But damn it all if you haven’t made me a little jealous! That’s a fine piece of ass you’re nailing. You... are nailing it, right?”
“Oh, you bet your ass I’m nailing it,” I brag. “Right to the fuckin’ wall.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Slime says in his, well, slimy way. Fucking scumbag. “So what are you doing here then? Get your ass back there and nail it again! I want to hear her screams all the way over here at HQ!”
I nod curtly and leave. I honestly wish I didn’t give a good God damn what Slime wanted, but the truth was, he has Crusher’s ear, and if he wants the girl a little brutalized, someone’s going to be brutalizing her. The way I see it, it’s better that it’s me than Slime because Slime won’t give a fuck if he hurts her or if she consents. On the other hand, I can control myself.
At least, I think I can.
When I get back to the house, I storm in again, pour myself a couple of drinks, and head down to the basement. This time, there’s no spanking, no silky fingers on her ass, no teasing her with soft touches.
“Blade?” she asks, surprised when I throw open the door. “What’s going on?”
I don’t say a word, but instead, unbuckle my belt and look down at her. I’m already hard by the time my pants come off, and she lays back, anticipating what’s to come. I don’t go right for her pussy. Instead, I grab her by the shoulders and push her down, and she involuntarily opens her mouth wide for me, expectantly.
She understands what she’s meant to do, and she gives her mouth willingly to me. I don’t give her any foreplay; I just let her suck my cock, face-fucking her as she lays there, helpless, still restrained, unable to even use her arms or hands to prop herself up. Faster and faster I push myself in towards the back of her throat, and she gamely keeps up, moving her tongue in rhythm with my thrusts, licking the underside of my shaft as I fuck her mouth.
I pull back momentarily, and she gasps for air. My cock now slick enough, I immediately go back down towards her pussy. I rub my cock a few times and enter her, feeling myself ramming into her pussy with more force than I had anticipated or expected to.
I don’t wait for her to get comfortable. I lift her legs in the air and pile-drive her, thrusting into and out of her pussy as fast as I possibly can. I’m slamming into her, putting all my weight into getting inside of her, as deep as I can. She takes the entirety of my shaft in her pussy, gasping for breath, as she was caught unawares that this was going to happen.
“Oh God,” she cries out, and that’s when I do something entirely uncharacteristic – I slap her, not hard, just enough to get her attention, and cover her mouth.
I don’t want her talking this time. I just want her to take me. I hold her, pinned down, as I thrust as hard as I can into her, going faster and faster until I feel her clench around me. Her legs come up around my neck, and she wraps them around me. She goes to cry out again, but I catch her by the throat and squeeze just a little bit so that she knows not to breathe a word.
I feel her tense up, and I know she’s about to come. I love it. I love that she’s getting off on my dominance as much as I’m getting off on her being submissive and just letting me take her. As she orgasms all over my cock, I let myself go and explode into her warm, waiting pussy, coming as hard as I ever have before.
I grunt but don’t cry out as much as I want to because I want this to be silent fucking. As I finish, I pull out of her, grab my pants, and walk out of the room, leaving her there wondering what just happened. I lock the door behind me, just as an insurance precaution.
Everything about this has felt amazing. As much as I hate to admit it, I like taking her without her explicit permission. It’s not rape – because she wants it – but when she doesn’t know it’s coming, and when it’s as brutal as it has been, it
only serves to make the sex hotter.
I feel like I have her in my thrall now. She’s mine. She’s not going anywhere. I wonder if I might take off the handcuffs, but I realize it has only been a few days, and I still don’t know if I can trust her. But if what she told me about her father is true – and that’s a big, gigantic fucking if – then I might just be able to get some information out of her.
What’s bothering me, though, is that our conversation that morning, and into the afternoon, painted a different portrait than the one I had in my head of her. I presumed she was just another Latina cartel princess like her sister, Carmen. Even when I knew that she was different – even when it was clear that she wasn’t afraid of me as much as she was intrigued by me – I still thought of her as being the same kind of angelic daddy’s girl.
But she’s not. Maria’s got a wild streak to her that drives me fucking wild. And I love that she submits so willingly to me. I haven’t had sex that hot in a long, long goddamn time.
So, I go to bed, thinking for the first time in ages not of the girl I’ve lost but the girl I’ve found. It’s weird as hell to me that I’m dealing with two girls from the same family, but now, where Carmen was the last thing I thought of before falling asleep, instead I find myself thinking of Maria’s eyes, Maria’s tits, Maria’s ass.
I think of her warm smile and her generally friendly demeanor – a nice change of pace from Carmen, who had a tendency to be cold and, well, quite frankly, kind of a bitch. Everything about Maria has me mesmerized. In fact, maybe it’s she who has me in her thrall, rather than the other way around.
I don’t know. All I know is that I have to play it cool, at least for now. The last fucking thing I need is to be falling in love with the girl I’m supposed to have kidnapped.
Chapter 2
Maria
After getting over the initial shock of being kidnapped, I’ve found that being held as Blade’s prisoner honestly isn’t so bad. I mean, it’s bad in that I am not allowed out of the house, and he refuses to let me wear clothing. But as the days turn into a week and then two weeks, I find myself actually enjoying his company, awaiting his return every morning when we can talk, and he can feed me.
