SOLD: Jagged Souls MC

by Naomi West

  I wanted to throw back my head, but I forced myself to watch. I watched him as he fucked me, his long, slow thrusts making me howl with every thrust. I wanted this to last forever.

  When I came for the second time, I screamed. My hands clawed at my bindings. I couldn't breathe, I couldn’t see. All I could do was feel as the pleasure wracked through my whole body. But he still persisted, his cock slamming so hard into my body that I thought I would split in half.

  At the very last second, he pulled out, spilling his white hot seed all over my chest and stomach. We collapsed together, both of us breathing heavy and dripping with fluids. I still shivered with the aftershocks of the second, glorious orgasm, my whole body quivering with remembered touches and pain.

  Creed gently untied my bonds, a soft smile on his beautiful mouth. “You are perfect, Ivy,” he whispered. “I could fuck you forever.”

  “I’d be happy to let you,” I whispered, my voice coming out like a croak from my aching lungs. “Fuck.”

  He chuckled before picking himself up off of the bed. “Well, my Ivy. I think it’s time for a shower.” Lifting me up off of the mattress, Creed carried me into the bathroom like a groom carrying a bride over a threshold, and I reveled in the feel of being protected. I was his woman, and there wasn’t a damn thing in the world that would change it.

  Regardless of where we ended up, we would be together, and that was enough for me.

  After setting me down gently on the ground, Creed turned on the water, pulled out some of the clean towels from the dirt- and pest-proof container on the bathroom floor. We jumped into the shower together, both of us grinning like idiots. The shower was a little too small for two people, but we made it work.

  Creed grabbed a bar of soap and lathered his hands. Then he began massaging my back with them, washing me with sensual touch. I could feel my throbbing womanhood coming back to life as he touched me. Even with all of the abuse, it still begged for more with every single touch. I was addicted to him, and I couldn’t seem to help myself. Creed was my drug, my Kryptonite, and I never wanted it to stop.

  “Well, well,” Creed whispered into my neck, his breath caressing my wet flesh like fingers. I moaned at even that gentle touch, my body quivering with it. “Ready for round two already?”

  “Always,” I whispered back, my muscles quivering as his soapy hands slid around my ribs to caress my breasts. The soap was slick as he massaged every inch of me he could reach. I could feel him hardening again against my back, his cock rising like a salute. “I don't seem to be the only one,” I chuckled, gasping as he kissed my hairline.

  And I cried out over and over again as he fucked me in the shower against the wall as the water caressed our bodies. I was happy knowing that this was to be my life from that moment on.

  Chapter Forty

  Creed

  Taking a deep breath, I took the last step into the clubhouse. The room went silent as I entered, every turning to face me. Their expressions gave away nothing, which didn’t reassure me any. What did they decide?

  Best case scenario, the vote went to dismantling the club or picking a new leader. Worst case? They decided I had murdered Kelly in cold blood for no reason other than personal gain, and the Edge would hang me from the rafters, followed closely by Josh and Ivy.

  I swallowed the sudden, dry feeling in my mouth, trying to read an expression, any expression. But not even familiar faces had something I could read.

  Everything seemed to slow down, time inching by. Patrick stood to take his place in the center of the room, and his steps seemed to take years. His footfalls almost echoed inside of the Edge; that was how quiet it was. The moment felt strange and surreal. Tension played along my shoulders, seizing up my muscles.

  What would happen next?

  What would they choose?

  Patrick, as the second and the highest remaining ranking brother inside the Edge, stood up to speak. “We have taken a vote,” he said, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The Devil’s Edge has decided to elect a new leader.”

  I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. So they didn’t vote to off me and everyone under my protection. All of the tension oozed from my shoulders. Perhaps we were safe. Depending on who ended up on as the Boss from now on, we might all…

  “We have unanimously decided that Creed Carver will be the next head of the Devil’s Edge.”

  I stared up at Patrick, sure I had heard him wrong. Me? Why?

  I was suddenly swamped, my brothers pouring from all sides to congratulate me on my ascent. I shook everyone’s hands and accepted hugs from the women without really feeling any of it. My whole body felt kind of numb, everything felt surreal. More like I was watching this on a TV show than in the real world.

  The doors opened again. I turned my chest feeling warm and full, my body kind of tingling with a strange sensation I’d never felt before. I saw my son, my Josh come into the room. He looked very solemn as he shook my hand. “Good work, Dad,” he said, fighting to keep a straight face a losing.

  I chuckled. “Thanks, kid.”

  Ivy was next. My eyes drank her in as she stepped forward, a smile on her beautiful face. My eyes ran over those familiar curls into the coffee eyes and that wicked smile that promised all sorts of dirty things. I wanted everything that smile promised and more. I looked forward to taking it tonight in a celebratory fuck.

  The men eyed Ivy with curiosity. She didn’t look like much, that was for sure. She was small, meek-looking, and quiet. But she was one of the strongest, most creative women I’d ever met. It was a good thing too; we’d have a lot to face in the upcoming months. There was Carlos to meet with, treaties to sign, and borders to watch. I didn’t believe for a second that this was the last time the Rodgers or the cartel would try for our territory. But this time, I could do more to protect my people. And I knew that Ivy would be right there, too. I could feel a smile spread across my mouth as I pulled Ivy in a little closer, content at the feel of her warmth against my body.

  My fierce little mouse.

  And she was all mine.

  THE END

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  RELEASE: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  By the time I’m finished, she’ll be begging for her release.

  I’m going to hunt down Abby Winters and make her pay for her crimes.

  The things she did got my brother locked up on death row.

  It won’t bring my brother back home safe, but forcing Ms. Winters to her knees might help ease my pain.

  I hope she’s comfortable down there. This will not go quickly.

  My brother doesn’t deserve to be rotting away in a jail cell.

  What he did wasn’t his fault.

  It was that g*ddamn drug they gave him.

  He was a veteran suffering from PTSD, and those Big Pharma rats sold him on a pipe dream.

  What they failed to mention was that their “miracle cure” would send him spiraling out of control.

  My brother is my world, and they took him from me.

  Or rather, she took him from me.

  Abby Winters.

  CEO of Pharma Vitae.

  And the woman responsible for this whole f*cking mess.

  Nine times out of ten, people like her get away with their crimes.

  But for once, I’m going to make things right.

  I’m going to kidnap the prissy little b*tch and make her plead for my mercy.

  I’m going to take everything from her, just like she took everything from me.

  Her pretty, puckered lips…

  Her soft, pale curves…

  That last flash of innocence in her eyes…

  All of it belongs to me now.

  And I’m never letting go.


  Hawk’s Baby: Kings of Chaos MC

  He may be a killer, but I can’t say no to his touch.

  Hawk Millard is not a good man. He’s a felon, a biker – and maybe even his brother’s killer.

  But in the wake of Hugh Millard’s murder, Hawk is the only one who can care for Hugh’s infant son.

  As a private investigator, I’m determined to get to the truth, by any means necessary.

  Even if I have to sacrifice my body to Hawk to get there.

  Hugh Millard’s death still haunts me.

  I was the detective assigned to his case, but the official answers never seemed to hold water.

  So I quit the police force and struck out on my own.

  I have to know what happened.

  And Hugh’s brother seems like a damn good place to start asking questions.

  But he’s not a man who takes kindly to strangers.

  I move in next door, hoping to sneak my way into his life.

  If only I’d known how that would end up.

  Before I know it, I’m helping Hawk care for his baby nephew by day.

  By night, I’m stifling my moans in dark hallways while Hawk’s hands and mouth roam across my body.

  It’s wrong, I know.

  But he just does something to me.

  Awakens something I can’t control.

  Uncages something that refuses to go back inside.

  It’s not all fun and games, though.

  I’m in too deep, mired in a world where I have no business mucking around.

  There are killers out there, and people eager to come after what’s left of the Millard family and fortune.

  They’re the kind of people who see someone like me as little more than a roadblock… an obstacle to be disposed of.

  The only safety I can find is in Hawk’s arms.

  But as I learn more about Hawk and his past, I realize that that might be the most dangerous place of all.

  Outlaw’s Baby: Devil’s Edge MC

  I want to tie her to the bed and make her beg for my forgiveness.

  Ivy Simmons might look like an angel, but she’s just another desperate wreck.

  I don’t need more people looking to me for help – caring for my son is enough of a handful.

  Then she gets both herself and my boy kidnapped.

  Now, I have to hunt down the bastards who took them… and then I’m take her body as payment for my troubles.

  This motel is a hellhole, but it’s home for now, ever since my MC’s rivals decided to burn down my house.

  My son and I made it out alive, but we’re stuck here until further notice.

  It’s not all bad, though.

  The girl next door is hot as hell, with an air of vulnerability that only makes my arousal stronger.

  Better yet, she wants my help, and I want hers.

  She needs cash; I need a babysitter for Josh while I plan next steps with my MC.

  It’s a win-win…

  Until she’s dumb enough to let my enemies sniff them out and pounce.

  Now, I’m hauling ass down the highway, trying to get back my son.

  I can only think of one thing:

  Once he’s back in my arms, Ivy is going to pay.

  She’s going to pay with her mouth.

  With her hands.

  With those pretty little legs.

  She’s going to pay, over and over again, until I’m satisfied.

  Hitman’s Promise: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  She’ll carry my baby as payment for her defiance.

  I didn’t travel five thousand g*ddamn miles just to get knocked out and tied up by a girl.

  As soon as I manage to get out, I’m going to have my revenge.

  She’ll pay for this. She’ll pay with her ripe mouth, with her flawless skin, with her obedience.

  That’s a promise.

  I’m not a murderer – not anymore, at least.

  But Rowena Davenport might make me go back to my old ways.

  I’m here to bring her father back to the Esposito crime family. Apparently, the old man owes them lots of money.

  Just before I can wrap things up, though, she gets the jump on me and chains me up.

  Mired in this sh*thole of a basement, it seems like she has the upper hand.

  But one look in my eyes and she knows that these handcuffs will not be enough to tame a beast like me.

  We make a deal.

  I’ll spare her father… in exchange for her.

  Now, the sexy scientist is mine to do with as I please.

  I drink in the sight of her naked body stretched before me and can’t help but lick my lips.

  This will be fun.

  But time is not on our side.

  The Espositos have caught wind of my little bargain, and they’re far from pleased.

  Men are coming now – men with pasts even darker than mine.

  If we’re going to make it out alive, Row will have to answer one question:

  Does she trust me?

  DARK SEDUCTION: Millennium Mayhem MC

  Felice thinks she’s using me, but she doesn’t know the first thing about what that means.

  I’ll show her how it feels to be used.

  To be touched and teased and bent over my knee, moaning for release.

  It’s twisted. It’s wrong.

  But I’m going to have her anyways.

  FELICE

  What they don’t tell you about a fall from grace is that it hurts like hell when you land.

  I had everything – the perfect fiancé, the perfect best friend, the perfect life.

  Then it all collapsed.

  That rat bastard cheated on me and left my heart in flames.

  So I took his car and clothes to the middle of the desert and set the whole mess on fire.

  Eye for an eye, right?

  And just then, right on cue, another opportunity for revenge rolled up on the back of a growling motorcycle.

  Pierce Normandy is everything my ex-fiancé is not.

  He’s rugged.

  Cruel.

  And sexy as hell.

  I’ll use him to make my ex jealous.

  It’s just a fling – nobody plans on falling in love.

  What could go wrong?

  PIERCE

  I was a king.

  President of a motorcycle club that no one in their right mind would dare f**k with.

  I had women, riches, and the loyalty of every single one of my brothers.

  Except for one.

  My second in command stabbed me in the back and framed me for a murder I didn’t commit.

  I had no choice but to leave it all behind.

  I come across an angry little rich girl in the desert.

  She looks like she’s got problems, but I’m not one to pry.

  I offer her a ride back to her house, and in exchange, she gives me a place to stay for the night.

  But Little Miss Priss thinks I’ll be the next tool in her revenge plot.

  Think again, honey.

  I’ve been used once.

  I’m not going to let it happen again.

  This time, we’re playing by my rules.

  RIP ME: A Dark Romance

  I’M ABOUT TO RIP HER TO PIECES.

  What is a woman like her to a man like me?

  Usable.

  Disposable.

  Cheap.

  I’ve claimed hundreds of girls and I’ll claim hundreds more.

  Most nights, I take home whichever hot little b*tch tickles my fancy.

  A little fun, a little f*ck, and then boom – tossed aside.

  Never to be seen again.

  But this sure as hell isn’t most nights.

  There’s no room for error, no time to relax.

  There is only the job at hand.

  When you’re in a line of work like mine, people don’t take kindly to mistakes.

  In fact, screwing up this job is pretty much guaranteed to cost me my life.

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bsp; Which is why I get so pissed when she walks back through the door.

  She shouldn’t be here.

  She shouldn’t have seen the things she saw.

  Heard the things she heard.

  But it’s too late now. In this life, there is no escaping the consequences of our actions.

  She f*cked me up.

  And now it’s time for me to do the same to her.

  CUFF ME: A Dark Romance

  If she wants to be a bad girl, I’ll show her how to do it right.