Sinful: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance (Guns and Glory Book 1)

by Nina Park

  She stood there for a moment in her pretty bra and the thong panties that sat under the swelling of her belly and her high heels; she turned slowly for just a moment, letting him enjoy her. She'd been worried for a long time that he wouldn't like her body as much once she was pregnant, but he'd gotten harder and more turned on the bigger she'd gotten, and that was a pretty incredible thing given how much she'd appeared to turn him on before.

  Across the room he was stroking harder, his eyes locked on her. She undid her bra and let it fall away from her swollen breasts, dangling it from one finger before dropping it on the ground. She slid her thong down her thighs, stepping out of those as well. She went to leave her heels behind.

  "Uh-uh," Vincent said, standing up now. "Those stay."

  He let go of his cock, though he didn't tuck it away as he walked across the room. His hand went straight to her cunt, cupping her mound in his palm as his fingers traced back to where they'd been. His other hand came up to her breast, cupping it and dragging his rough fingertips over her nipples in a motion that made her gasp and hiss in something that was almost pain but felt so much better. He entered her with a finger, and she bucked again, driving herself between the two points of contact and wanting so very much more.

  "Tell me what you want, Alina," he said, leaning over and pressing soft kisses along her neck. His voice was impossibly gentle.

  "I want to come."

  He laughed against her skin. "You can do better than that."

  "I want to come on your cock." It was a good follow up, if he was looking for something dirtier.

  A second finger joined the first, spreading her open, getting her ready. She was wet and ready and eager, but he was always so careful with her now. At least, in some ways.

  "Whose cock?" he asked, and she understood what he was looking for.

  "I want to come on my husband's cock." She wrapped her arms around his neck; the heels made it easy. "I want my husband to fuck me until I'm screaming and I want to come on his cock."

  "Happily," he said. His fingers withdrew, and he spun her around, pushing her forward so that she landed on the bed on her hands and knees.

  Before she even had a chance to balance herself he was there, his cock tapping at her clit to make her hiss and then pressing into her wet cunt, driving forward without waiting for her to be ready. The first stroke always hurt, no matter how wet she was, just because of his massive size. She liked that, though, and wouldn't pretend she didn't. It felt so fucking incredible to be pressed open, forced open. After that first stroke, his cock was soaked with her, and he slid easily into her body, but that first one always ached in the very best way.

  He slammed into her hard and fast, his hands tight on her hips and pulling to get as much tension as he could against her body. He was clearly already close, his breathing tight and harsh. "What do you need?" His voice was full of the concentration that came from holding back.

  "Clit," she said. "Please."

  One hand came away from her hips and found that small nub, stretched wide by their position, but even as he slammed into her, he found just the right way to pluck it hard with his fingers, almost stretching it while she cried out. The orgasm slammed into her, full force, making her arch and cry out, driving her back onto his cock. He followed her just a second later, shouting her name and pulling her back onto him as her cunt squeezed him slowly through her aftershocks.

  Her arms went weak, and she collapsed down onto the bed, rolling just a bit so she didn't land on her belly. He fell to her side, chuckling and pulling her gently back against him.

  "You're gorgeous," he murmured in her ear.

  She'd been exhausted for weeks, and this wasn't any different; the release of the orgasm sent her drifting off into peaceful bliss that she knew would lead to sleep unless she pushed it away, and hard.

  "You're pretty decent too," she said back. "Nap before we keep adventuring?"

  He laughed a little. "I'll give you fifteen minutes." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder that seemed to say he would give her as long as she needed.

  Alina sighed happily and snuggled back into him, letting him hold her and keep her safe. It had been a long time getting here, and she intended to savor absolutely every second of it.

  THE END

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  Reckless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lucky Skulls MC) (Broken by the Biker Collection Book 3)

  Fate put her in my arms. Then I put her on her knees.

  She brought me back from death’s door.

  In return, I brought her body to the brink of shattering – over and over again.

  But our frozen paradise becomes an icy hell when my enemies discover I’ve survived their assault.

  And they’re coming to finish the job.

  CIARAN

  I would have died without her.

  Lying in a freezing, barren ditch on the side of the road, I felt the life slipping from my body.

  Warmth, feeling, thought – all was gone by the time she arrived.

  And when I looked into those sapphire eyes, I thought I was seeing an angel.

  But the patient nurse brings me back to life.

  All the things that I thought I lost came roaring back with a vengeance.

  Rage, for the men who tried to kill me and failed.

  Pride, knowing that I am not a man easily put to death.

  And lust – hot, burning lust – for the innocent girl locked in this cabin with me.

  A swirling blizzard has us trapped for days.

  As long as we’re stuck here, I’ve got big plans for my savior.

  For her luscious lips, her untouched curves, for the warmth emanating between her legs.

  The only sound I want to hear is her moaning.

  But news of my survival manages to travel beyond the walls of our little cabin oasis.

  The men who ordered the hit are determined to put me down for good.

  And this time, they know how to hit me where it really hurts.

  When they kidnap Elle, I know what I have to do, the one thing I do best.

  Take my gun in my hands and get ready to kill for what I love.

  My woman is coming back to me.

  No matter who I have to slaughter to get her.

  ELLE

  Maybe saving him was a mistake.

  That’s all I can think as I scream and struggle against the crushing hands of the men who are taking me.

  They’re used to violence, these men.

  Used to hurting and abusing women.

  My screams are music to their sick, twisted ears.

  Maybe I should just submit to their torture.

  Would that make it go faster?

  But I know that, no matter what happens next, Ciaran was worth it.

  The touch of his hands on my skin was a sensation worth dying for.

  And the heat of his love is worth fighting to feel again.

  I make up my mind: I won’t give in easily to these evil b*stards.

  I’ll make them sweat to keep me quiet.

  Because my hero is coming for me.

  With fire and fury, Ciaran will kick down the door and kill any man who lays a finger on me.

  Deep in my heart, I know that’s true.

  I just have to hope he makes it in time.

  Hopeless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Damned Devils MC) (Broken by the Biker Collection Book 2)

  Resisting me is hopeless.

  From the moment I saw her, I wanted more.

  But giving her a baby might have gone too far.

  Now, there are violent men eager to spill our blood.

  But they’re about to learn the hard way: I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.

 
BASTARD

  I’m a nomad without ties.

  I owe my loyalty to no one – save the Damned Devils MC.

  That’s how I prefer it.

  Live for my patch, die for my brothers.

  Nothing else matters.

  Until I lay my eyes on Kit.

  The fiery singer becomes the one thing I have to have.

  No matter the cost.

  And once I get a taste of her sweetness, I’m addicted.

  Her moans have been ringing in my ear ever since the night I took her.

  Now, I’m riding out of town with her.

  There’s danger hot on our heels.

  We’re all at risk of suffering a terrible fate:

  Me, Kit…

  And the unborn baby in her belly.

  Lawless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Stone Devils MC) (Broken by the Biker Collection Book 1)

  There’s nothing to stop me from making her mine.

  She begged for my help.

  And I can never resist a damsel in distress.

  CADE

  What is it about a beautiful woman who needs rescuing?

  I just want to do my job for the Stone Devils MC.

  But one look at those liquid brown eyes and those plump lips forming the word “HELP,” and suddenly, I’m planning the violent overthrow of the last mafia scion in the city.

  Marco Santorelli certainly deserves to be brought down.

  He’s a cruel, out of control monster.

  I’ve heard the stories of his appetities; I’ve seen it firsthand.

  He uses women like rags and has them killed when he’s bored of them.

  I’m no saint myself, but a man in our world must have a code, and the Santorelli family has gone way too far.

  It’s fallen to me to bring them to justice.

  But there will be no courts or lawyers involved.

  There’s only one way to settle this:

  Blood on the streets.

  Precious Falyn has gotten herself mixed up in a violent game.

  If she wants to make it out of this intact, she’ll have to stay close and listen well.

  But, as innocent as she may be, it turns out that she has lessons to teach me, too.

  About loyalty in the face of danger.

  Lust in the face of abuse.

  And love in the face of everything you know crashing down around you.

  FALYN

  Life has never been too kind to me.

  But just when I think I’ve finally found a little bit of freedom, I end up in a hell I never knew existed.

  A drunk man in an alley chases me into an unmarked club.

  Somehow, I stumble onto a brightly lit stage…

  And into the arms of a man who says he owns me now.

  A slave auction?

  I thought that kind of thing only existed in dark mafia movies.

  But the mob boss I now belong to is as real as it gets.

  He orders me to do things.

  Sick, twisted things – just for his own savage pleasure.

  And if I refuse, he swears he’ll carve me up and bury me deep.

  My only hope is the man in the club who saw me plead for rescue.

  He’s an outlaw biker with sins of his own.

  But something in his eyes gave me courage.

  And in this dark and lawless world, sometimes courage is all we have.

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