Link cheered at the sight of Giulia and Nyx together, which triggered a wave of cheers because, to be frank, no one knew how to respond to most of the shit Nyx did. It didn’t surprise me that Link was the one who’d guided him in the right direction. I knew it would either have been him or Steel.
Digging my elbows into my knees as I sank back into the sofa that everyone knew not to fuck on because it was mine, I tipped my chin so I couldn’t see them. They’d wander over here eventually, after Nyx had shown off his tat, and for the moment, I needed to think.
I’d already sent off JoJo and Tink, and I knew, in a little bit, Jingles would be on her way to see if I was okay.
The clubwhores weren’t all bitches. Not like Giulia evidently believed, but we had a lot, and they did need corralling. I had neither the time nor the desire to do that, but I figured my ‘honeymoon’ present to Giulia would be the gift of kicking them into line. And fuck, she’d need something to occupy her while this investigation was underway.
A part of me didn’t doubt she’d be exonerated. But another part was on edge. The Lancasters were new around here, but they were rich enough to have some clout with the police department, which told me they’d funded their new fucking gun range or some shit like that. The new detectives that were in charge of the case had a slant for everything that had gone down, and they were gearing up to accuse Giulia of all kinds of shit—I had a feeling in my fucking bones they were going to say she hit him up, and then attacked him with intent to steal his gear. It didn’t help that his iPhone hadn’t been found—wouldn’t be, not when it was hooked up to our computers as Mav used it in our hunt for more of Lancaster’s victims—but what was on her side was that his wallet had been untouched and he’d had just over six hundred dollars in there. Dipshit.
What the police were tossing around was the level of bruising and injuries in Lancaster’s corpse, and the hit itself? Yeah. I understood their skepticism because Giulia, whether she’d handled a knife before or not, would never have made an attack like that.
Which meant she was telling lies about how Lancaster’s death had gone down.
Which put holes in her story.
I wasn’t sure who she was protecting, or why, but the sneaky cameras we’d had installed in the bar itself were no fucking use. I’d had Mav scan them, and he’d pulled up nothing but blank tape for the minutes of the attack. Any brother had access to the camera equipment, anyone could have switched them off, but the question was why?
Why switch off equipment that the police didn’t know existed?
It showed a level of premeditation that I didn’t understand.
There was no hiding from the fact that Giulia had been raped. The state of her? The bruising? The sexual assault? It was all real. And her fear of the bar was such that I knew we’d lost our bar manager for a good long while. So, that was real.
But what was the lie?
Who’d helped her, and why hadn’t they told me?
“Prez?”
Nyx sounded a little nervous, a lot exhilarated. Enough that I had no choice but to stare him in the eye and grin at him. I bounced onto my feet and hauled him into a hug that showed how tight we were as friends. More than just brothers in an MC, brothers IRL. As I squeezed him, I muttered, “Glad you fucking listened for once.”
His laugh in my ear was something I’d never forget, because I’d heard it so rarely in my life. Nyx? Happy? My mom would be probably doing the tango in her grave.
“I always listen when you make smart suggestions.”
Giulia eyed us both, then, unsurprisingly—because the attack had shaken her but not zipped up her mouth—demanded, “What did you suggest, Rex?”
“That I don’t fuck this up.” Nyx hauled her into his side once more. When his hand went to a high part on her waist and she flinched? I knew that was where her brand was. Just underneath her tit.
Nyx was predictable as fuck sometimes.
I smiled, genuine in my happiness for my brother, as he pressed his mouth to hers, and I took a seat, knowing they’d be sitting with me for a while. When they huddled together on the sofa opposite, their hands clinging, their bodies touching, the yearning between them real, I knew I wanted what they had. Knew I was ready to feel something more than just the drudgery of life.
And even if she didn’t realize it, regardless of the lies she was telling, I’d protect Giulia and the brother she was protecting—had to be one of the twins, didn’t it?—just to preserve this. A smiling Nyx.
A lighter Nyx.
A happy Nyx.
So long as he looked as though his demons were at rest, she’d have my back.
No matter the consequences.
Epilogue
Nyx
When I felt her slick heat against my cock, I let my eyes drift open lazily. Her movements were unhurried, relaxed, and that was how I felt.
Sure, there was an urgency stirring inside me, sure, I wanted to come, but more than that, I liked that this was the first time she’d taken the initiative.
Adored that she wanted me enough just to lazily ride me like this.
Loved, even more, that she was getting over what that bastard had done to her, and was starting to own her body once more.
“Morning, baby,” she rasped, her voice still husky from sleep.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I greeted her back, letting my hands come up to cup her hips, not to steer or to stop her, just to hold on to her.
With each rock of her hips, she was coating my cock in her slick cream, and each time, her clit came into contact with the piercings on the tip. And every time she bit her lip that little bit harder, I knew the feeling was electric, and I knew, just as much, that the laziness would disappear and be replaced with the fire that always consumed us.
The inferno that would devour us until our last breath left our lungs, and we were nothing more than the ash our passion had forged.
I sighed with relief when she grabbed my dick after a good few minutes of this delicious torment, and sighed again when she pressed the tip to her entrance.
This part was always agonizing, and it was particularly excruciating with her, because she was so fucking tight.
In all the time we’d been together, she’d never ridden me, never managed it, and I wasn’t sure she’d be able to today either.
Her tits shook as she tried to get me inside her, and I reached up, cupping the underside of one that showed her brand.
She had “Property of Nyx” tattooed in cursive under there, but it was the devil’s head that I truly appreciated. It was a match to the one I had on my back, only instead of the blood and the gore that I had on mine, hers was decorated in Indiana’s signature mandalas.
It was quirky rather than gruesome, but that was more of a brand than anything else.
My touch inspired her to rub my own mark. Brothers didn’t usually get branded, but I was one and done, and I wanted her to know that.
I had a past, and it was dirty and grimy. I’d fucked more women than most men could dream of, but I wasn’t about to let what we had be tinged by the bitterness that could be stirred from my history.
So I wore her mark with pride. Carly’s songbird on my throat had a partner now, a mirror image that reflected Giulia’s importance in my life.
“I can’t get it in,” she grumbled after another minute.
“I know,” I told her dryly, wondering how sex could be funny with this woman.
It had always been a need, an urge, but now? It had taken on a life of its own.
“Aren’t you going to do something about it?” she demanded with a huff, her glassy eyes and pink cheeks telling me she was more than ready for me to take things further.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I growled, and grabbing her, I twisted us around so that she was on her back and I was above her.
Her squeal was badly timed. It meant I missed the sharp knock on the door, but after her giggle died down, I heard the pounding fist and, cursing, I pressed my f
orehead to hers and shouted out, “Who the fuck is it?”
“It’s me. Rex.”
Growling under my breath, I grated out, “I’m sorry, babe.”
Though she was pouting, she knew the score as only a brat reared in the club ever could.
I grabbed the PJ shirt she’d tossed onto the floor this morning before she’d attacked me and used it to cover my junk. I opened the door a sliver so Rex could only see my glowering face as I answered his call.
“What is it?” I groused. “Church isn’t for another few hours.”
His face was tense, his eyes loaded with strain as he told me, “We’ve found Lancaster’s hostages.”
TO BE CONTINUED IN
LINK
Afterword
This isn’t my first MC. That loony tune train started back with THEIR SINNER and THEIR SAINT, but I’ve been a major fan of MC romances for a looooong, loooooooooooong time. It’s pretty much an obsession. So, I figured, it’s my turn to write one. My turn to truly get into the nitty gritty.
Well, you just read it. What do you think? What say YOU? :P Let me know by either leaving an honest review (because they’re an author’s lifeblood and I’ll fucking love you forever if you do that shit for me, MWAH,) or by chitchatting with me in my Diva Reader group on FB. Now, if you join near release week, then I’ll be having some giveaways in there, so be sure to join just for potential prizes. ROFL.
In the middle of the book, you met Finn and Declan Donnelly. This isn’t their first rodeo. Finn has his own duet called SCREW YOU and SCREW ME. Where you can meet Aoife and read about their story. It’s one of my personal faves, so be sure to check that out. They’re on KU.
And… just so you know, Link is on preorder. I’ll always get them out as soon as I can, just FYI. Grab it HERE.
I love you, guys. Thanks so much for letting me allow my batshit imagination to go wild. You’re probably saving me from an asylum! :D
Love,
Serena
Xoxo
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SATAN’S SINNERS’ MC
Nyx
Link
Dragon Bound
Coven
Leman
Eight Wings Academy
Faeling for Them
Faeling Hard
Finally Faeling
HawkRidge High
Dare You To Love Me
Dare You To Keep Me
Hell’s Rebels MC
Their Sinner
Their Saint
The Sex Tape (Co-written with Helen Scott)
The Professor
The Caelum Academy
Seven Wishes
Eight Souls
Nine Lives
Naughty Nookie
Sinfully Theirs
Sinfully Mastered
The Gods Are Back In Town
Hotter than Hades
The Sun Revolves Around Apollo
Five Points, Hell’s Kitchen
A Screwed Duet
Screw You
Screw Me
FourWinds
Queen of the Vamps
Kingdom of Veronia
Perry & Her Princes
Her Highness, Princess Perry
Long Live Queen Perry
QUINTESSENCE
Hers To Keep
Theirs To Cherish
Anchor Pride Series
Claimed by Caden
McKinnon’s Mate
The Corsakis
Three’s Never A Crowd
Old Enough to Know Better
The Federation
A Menage Made on Madison
La Belle sans La Bete Series
Menage Material
A Thoroughly Modern Menage
Forever Theirs
Secrets & Lies
The TriAlpha Chronicles
Origin
Trinity
Triskele
Triad
Triumph
Trierna
TriAlpha
Los Lobos
The Raw Touch
The Salsang Chronicles (written with Helen Scott)
Stained Egos
Stained Hearts
Stained Minds
Stained Bonds
Stained Souls
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