Sinner: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Romi Hart

  Dex gazed at her with adoration she could feel deep in her soul. “I love you so very much,” he told her in a gruff, emotional tone. “I never thought I’d find a woman I could love like this. But I guess I was just waiting for you all along.”

  Krys beamed. “And I didn’t think men like you existed. But everyone deserves a happy surprise in their lives, don’t they?” She lowered her head, pressing her lips to his in a show of her devotion to him, but his hands slid up her sides, and he pried her mouth open with his tongue, deepening the kiss and making the blood in her veins heat to a boiling point.

  He stroked the curves of her breasts, and Krys sighed into his mouth. Dex had a way of making her drip with just the slightest of touches, and she reveled in the attention he paid to those small details. From the start, he’d noted all the small things that drew out her arousal, made her wild with need, and sent her reeling and unable to control herself with each orgasm. And those orgasms were like nothing she’d ever dreamed of in her life.

  Now, he used them to his advantage, until she sometimes begged him to stop and just finish what he started, fulfilling his own needs. And as he slipped his fingers under her blouse, tickling along her stomach and around the line of her bra, she knew he was going to do it again. She didn’t try to stop him, letting herself fall into that place where she reacted from sensation instead of thought. Only Dex could do that to her.

  She sighed into his mouth as his kiss grew more insistent, his tongue tangling with hers the way she knew arms and limbs would before they were done, and she lifted herself slightly so he could work the buttons on the front of her shirt. She wanted to be naked, pressed against the skin of his body, the hard planes of his chest and abs. She wanted to feel the heat as well as the hard length of his cock pushing against her thigh and begging entrance to her core.

  After he drew the material down her arms, he rolled her up to straddle him and lifted his torso to yank the t-shirt from his own body. Krys laid her hands on him, kneading the muscles that were so hard and tight, and she let her fingers drift down to his waist, unbuttoning his fly and extracting her prize. His cock wanted her attention, falling easily into her hand as she stroked up and down, making him hiss in response.

  She loved Dex, and she enjoyed every moment they spent together. She thrived under his ministrations when they made love and wouldn’t trade a second of it. But these were the moments she lived for, the times when she gave him pleasure and, for a few heartbeats, had complete control over him. It empowered her and made her more open to trying new things, to accepting the way he could hold so much sway over her in so many ways.

  Cupping her breasts, he squeezed and swiped his thumbs over her hard, pebbled nipples. She whimpered as electrical sparks shot straight from there to her core, and it erupted with molten passion pouring into her panties. “I don’t know how you do this to me, Dex. One minute, I’m exhausted and can barely move, and the next, you’ve got me so worked up I can’t even imagine falling asleep.”

  He unsnapped her bra, pulling it off, and then he drew her back down on top of him. “It’s because we’re a perfect match, Krys. We’ve got incredible chemistry and the love to go with it. Now, stop talking and take off your damn clothes. I want to get at least two fingers inside you before I bury myself in there.”

  Krys groaned. She’d learned to appreciate ‘dirty talk’ with him, the blatant words turning her on, sometimes making her animalistic in her instinctive need. She lifted her hips, and let him tug down her pants and panties. Somehow, as she kicked them aside, he shifted and managed to peel off his tight jeans, and she marveled still at the beauty of him from head to toe. His eyes ate her up, roaming her body and searing her skin before he could even trace the same path with his hands. She laid down on top of him, letting her heavy beasts fall onto his chest, the pressure scintillating.

  True to his word, Dex’s had found purchase on her hip and then made its way around low on her stomach, and when he reached lower, Krys naturally spread her legs to give him access to her most sensitive places. His thumb fell instantly on her clit, rolling and pushing until she thought she would lose all sense of reason. But she held on, not wanted to explode prematurely. She could come several times, but if she waited long enough for the first release, everything was exponentially better.

  Still rolling on her button, his fingers slicked along her folds, lubricating in the moisture gathered there, and Dex spread them, baring her entrance and teasing at her pussy with one finger. She wanted so much more, and she bucked her hips until he thrust two fingers inside, curling them until they pushed against that magical spot.

  He shoved his fingers against that button, over and over, and Krys rode his hand shamelessly, taking her pleasure from him, milking it for as much as she could. And then a blinding light exploded in front of her eyes, her whole body seized, and it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her as she came with a cry and the force of thousands of kilowatts coursing through her.

  "Yes!" Dex triumphed. "Cum for me, Krys. I love the way you cum for me."

  She shuddered, the overwhelming ecstasy flooding her as she flooded his hand until she thought she wouldn’t have anything left. But she still wanted more, and now, she wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. With quaking arms, she lifted herself from his hand and lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, not even taking her time to adjust to the size of him as she had so many times before.

  She was so wet he slid in easily, piercing her as she impaled herself in one smooth stroke. Dex let out a choked sound as she rocked her hips, delighting in the way her inner walls convulsed already as if they wanted to get away from the friction and yet latch onto it at the same time. “Fuck, Krys!” he cried through clenched teeth. “I don’t know how long I can hold on if you keep that up.”

  With a mischievous, almost devilish, grin, she rocked again, and she felt him twitch inside her as he squeezed his eyes shut, his face hard with determination. “God, you feel good,” he breathed.

  “So do you,” she whispered as she leaned over to kiss his throat, his chest. She bent further to nibble at his ear, making her shift above him so he slid in and out of her a couple of inches. The sensation made them both shiver, and his fingers curled around her waist, their tips digging in with a delicious biting sensation. She arched her back, changing the angle where he fit inside, and she sucked in a harsh breath at the way his tip pushed deeper into her.

  Even where his hands were, Dex’s fingers were long, and his thumb traveled down to her clit, rubbing it as she rode him with slow, determined motions. He raised his hips, as if he could dive deeper, and her eyes popped wide as he connected with the end of her, a hard thrust that left her breathless with the exquisite pleasure of it.

  Invigorated, Krys rode harder and faster, though she kept the rhythm from quickening too much. She didn’t want the pure need to take control. She needed to drive this train for a while longer.

  And then, that choice was taken from her in the most intoxicating manner. Dex grabbed her waist, lifting her from him, and in one graceful motion, he flipped her down onto her back as he got to his knees. She fell hard enough for it to knock the air out of her in a soft puff just before he pushed her legs back so that her knees were by her head. He spread them wide, looming over her with hunger in his eyes and his lips set in a thin line.

  He slid a finger over her slit, ran a circle around her opening, and then he shoved inside her so hard she cried out with the threat of an orgasm that she almost couldn’t contain. She bit her lip as he started pounding into her with brute force, fast and hard strokes that neared the threshold between pleasure and pain. Other lovers had been gentle almost to the point of passive, and she’d always thought she preferred it that way. Sometimes, Dex was gentle, but it was thrilling. And when he was rough, it was even more enjoyable, the difference really keeping her interest piqued.

  She tried to meet his hips with her own, but he worked too fast, his motions too harsh, and all she could
do was raise her hips to change the angle and offer as much of herself to him as possible. It sent her over the edge, and she cried out as every nerve in her body exploded and died a little death. She writhed, but she couldn’t move much in the position where Dex held her, and he smiled in triumph at her complete surrender to him.

  Krys didn’t care; she was in her own space, her own state of bliss, and she barely noticed when he started to lose control. His rhythm faltered, and the pressure wavered as he tried to hold on a little longer. But she wanted him to join her on the next wave, and she could already feel it building inside her. With what little strength she had left, she pushed up onto her elbows, her body folded so tightly she felt like a contortionist, but it was the perfect move. It drove his cock into her until she imagined it was buried all the way to her womb, and he grunted with the increased sensation.

  She felt him twitch, saw his muscles tighten as he broke out in a sheen of sweat. His face contorted as he tried to hold back, but her inner walls grabbed at him as the rolling waves crashed hard and brought her to another culmination, and it took him along for the ride. He spilled into her, hot and heavy, and his body quaked and convulsed on top of her, his arms no longer strong enough to hold him up. Krys took his weight as if it were her burden to carry, wrapping her legs around him and holding him against her as she screamed her delight.

  Eventually, heavy limbs and the slick of sweat worked with the exhaustion of their shared intimacy, and they sagged, Krys’ legs sliding down as Dex rested atop her without forgiveness. She basked in it, even as she fought to breathe deeply. Between the exertion and the extra pressure on her lungs, she found it difficult to get enough oxygen. Dex was struggling, too, and they seemed to finally calm after several long minutes.

  She tried to move, wanting to stroke his back, but she could barely lift an eyelid, much less an arm. So, she just lay there, waiting and enjoying the moment. When his breathing had recovered, he chuckled softly, which had him sliding out of Krys, and she frowned, wondering what could be so funny. “Why are you laughing?” Her throat was raw from screaming, and her voice was hoarse, breaking in the middle.

  He turned his head so his mouth was by her ear, his face resting against her shoulder as his breath traveled around behind her neck and through her hair. “I was just thinking. Maybe we should slow down a little, you know?”

  “Why is that? Are you worried we’ll burn out too soon?” she joked.

  “Never,” he answered with conviction. He lifted his head enough to look into her eyes, and his glowed with mischief. “I just thought we should probably enjoy the married life a while before we had another kid. And at the rate we’re going, if we didn’t already make a baby over the weekend, we probably did just now.”

  Krys swallowed hard. “Is that really what you were thinking? Would it really bother you to have so little time before we had a child? I thought it wouldn’t be a problem. I mean, there’s already one here.”

  He shrugged. “Really, I wouldn’t care either way. After all, I’m trying all sorts of new things. You’re the one who’s just not getting any sort of break. But if it’s what you want, I’m all for another kid as soon as you’re ready.”

  She loved that he already thought of Amy as one of his own. It would irk Jordan for a while, but he’d learn that it was a good thing, just as Krys welcomed Kylie as another example and authority in Amy’s life. “It’s good to hear that,” she told Dex. “After all, I’d hate to disappoint you by saying it’s too late to make that choice.”

  He frowned at her, looking confused. “Why would you be worried about disappointing me?” he asked. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to disappoint me, especially giving me a child.”

  “Well, then, I’ve got the perfect gift for you,” she said, locking eyes with him and trying to speak to him without saying a word. He stared at her for a long moment, obviously lost.

  Then, his eyes went wide, and he sat up, moving off her and staring back and forth between her stomach and her face. “Wait, are you telling me you’re pregnant?”

  She nodded hesitantly, unable to gauge this reaction. His face was filled with shock, but that didn’t tell her if he was happy or upset about it. She bit her lip again and watched him for a sign. Slowly he reached out a hand and brushed it over her stomach, which was still quite flat. But that wouldn’t last long. She could already feel it thickening below the skin, and soon, she would have a small pudge. “How long?” he asked.

  “About nine weeks.” She hadn’t waited long to tell him; she’d only found out two days before they’d left for Vegas. “I told you I wasn’t using birth control.”

  “I know. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.” Krys’ chest ached; that didn’t sound pleased. But then he swept her up into his arms and started laughing. “I can’t believe it. I’m gonna be a dad! This is wonderful!”

  Relief and excitement flooded her, and Krys’ heart nearly leapt out of her chest. “I’m glad you’re happy. I worried about that.”

  “I’m thrilled! I can’t believe I’m getting a good woman, her beautiful daughter, and a brand new baby all at once.” He placed a hand on each side of her head and stared at her with liquid eyes. “I am a very lucky man.” He kissed her quickly and reached for his phone. “We need to get Amy over here. I don’t want to disappoint her anymore. She obviously thinks we’ve been trying to give her a little brother or sister for a long time.”

  Krys laughed. “Well, let me take a shower while you call. While you’re at it, tell Jordan and Kylie to come over. I don’t want to wait after all. Let’s just announce everything.” She was too happy and too proud of her life and her future to hold back anymore.

  “That’s my girl!” he called after her.

  The Billionaire Bull (Sample)

  Zander

  I'm untameable. Like a wild bull.

  Women treat me like a God.

  I do what I want, when I want, and who I want.

  Women. Wine. Wealth.

  I've got it all.

  Life could not be better.

  But then, a sexy virgin Maya, shows up in my life.

  She ruins my reputation and now she has my attention.

  * * *

  There's something about Maya that makes me want her.

  More than any other girl I've been with.

  Those inviting eyes, those juicy lips, her smooth curves.

  She's irresistible.

  She's playing hard to get but fu@k that.

  I can't wait anymore. No more playing games.

  I’m a completely different animal she’s never met before.

  * * *

  I’m not letting her go. I will put everything on the line to make her mine!

  Chapter 1

  Maya

  A flower is something beautiful and the world resents it. Untarnished, it glimmers with hope. When it’s out of place or unwelcomed, it’s customary for some angry, cynical person to crush it under a strong foot. Shame on the flower for being innocent. Shame on the flower for being damaged. It inspires nothing but lust and greed even in the best of people.

  Yet I’m a woman who still cherishes my idealism, especially since believing in something as out of date as flapper hats. Most of my friends despise being a “virginal woman”. I should too…since I’m already twenty-one years old and haven’t even felt more than a long kiss. But I figured out something important from the very first moment I noticed guys staring at my tits:

  The more you give it away for free, the less value you have…at least in the eyes of men. Men all want what they can’t have. The moment they take a girl to bed, they start thinking they can do much better. Everything a man does is prompted by horn-dogging and feeling “thirsty”.

  But I don’t want to hate them for it. I know how it feels. I know how it feels to have an incurable passion inside…to masturbate and to still feel horny. To touch yourself so much that your clit just becomes numb…and to still want more. I know what it’s li
ke to write an erotic poem and to just want to explain to a handsome stranger why I wrote it.

  Of course, I don’t actually go around begging for guys to do me. Call me crazy, I just think that’s low-class. I come from a long line of moms who never begged for anything. Not food, not sex.

  And yeah I do get a lot of offers from guys. Well, I guess I should clarify I get a lot of friendly invitations to do dumb things. Dinner with his folks. Square dancing. Once got asked to tag along in a squad car with a police officer.

  All of them were perfect gentleman. And I found it very sexy that underneath all their respectable conversation and gentle eyes, they were really asking to plow into my virginity and unload their balls in a strange new place.

  That’s the one side of me, the side of me that totally feels like a man, at least when it comes to wanting sex.

  But then there’s the other side. The side who still longs for flowers. For romance. The teenager in me that longed to meet a Prince Charming. What is it about romance that’s so different from fucking, anyway? Is it the way he looks, or the kind words he uses? Or is it something else? The emotional bonding of two souls that might comfort in each other, maybe.

  I know at some point, everyone’s favorite “little girl”, Maya DeBank will have to do the unthinkable and take a risk. I’m not a saint. I don’t want to stay a virgin for life, or even until marriage. There’s just too much to do in the world. It’s like that song says… “What good is sitting all alone in your room? Life is a…a…”

  How does it go? Damn, I can’t remember it. I used to love that song because I learned it as a teenager, right around the time I fell in love with my first fictional character. The Maximilian von Heune, such a sexy guy! Some of that was the actor, but I just loved his dialog…his wild streak. Maybe when I think of romance, I think of a man like that. Someone who just commands the room. He’s not arrogant, per se, but he’s dominant. He knows what he wants. He respects me but not so much that he won’t fuck me if he gets the chance.