From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and heâs ready to take what he wants.
Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. Thatâs exactly what she isâwalking, talking, in the flesh sin. Sheâs haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw.
I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate faÃ§ade.
I need her to be mine. But Iâm a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. Iâm blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me.
Not to mention, Iâm running from a bad past thatâs about to catch up with me.
I would never go for Cole in a million years. Heâs gruff, rough around the edgesâand covered in ink. Heâs unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why heâs going to ruin me for all other men.
Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I canât say no to him. Heâs not what I expectedâtender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up.
He is not my type.
They say opposites attract, and theyâre right. I just didnât expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But itâs too late, and someoneâs going to get hurt.
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I got out and loped around to Sinâs side. I liked the way she waited for me to open the door and help her outâshe was a woman who knew she was quality.
With a flash of those long bare legs, she slid up against me. Her body felt incredible, curves in all the right places the perfect counterpoint to the hard muscles of mine.
Brushing the hair back from her temples, my fingers lingered at her neck where her pulse drummed against my skin. I leaned down and tasted her lips, quickly delving into her mouth before retreating with a smile.
âI hope youâre ready for this, precious, because Iâm gonna eat you up.â
âOut here?â Her pale green eyes twinkled.
I pulled her away from the car and guided her up the steps that created an open breezeway in the apartment building. My place was at the top and overlooked a tennis court.
âYou play?â she asked.
I unlocked my door and ushered her inside. âHardly.â
Flicking the light switch, the tidy, tiny living room shifted into brightness, and just then a calico fur ball darted into the kitchen with screeching yeowl.
âWhat was that?â Sin pointed after the fleeing feline.
âI dunno. I think itâs a cat.â I rubbed a hand over my chin. âCould be a cross between a porcupine and an overgrown chipmunk? I call it Pincushion.â
As she giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. âSo this is it. Itâs not luxurious butââ
âItâs so clean.â She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.
âRight? And I donât even have a maid.â Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.
âShut up.â She rolled her eyes.
In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. âOh, I donât think you want me to do that.â
I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her.
With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.
A sneer of lust crossed my face, and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. âThe things Iâm gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot youâll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.â I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.
âCole!â she gasped.
âMake your body ache for my cock.â I pressed my hips against her just once so sheâd know what she was getting.
Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy.
âBut we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,â I said.
âWe do?â She slowly regained her composure. âThis about the control thing again?â
âMm hmm.â I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me.
She approached slowly and perched next to me.
âI want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.â
âIs this about the power struggle,â she asked. âDoes that get you off?â
âNot as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.â
She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.
Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea.
Her voice a little shaky, she asked, âSo is this a BDSM thing?â
I laughed, a long low sound. âWhy, precious? Are you into the scene?â
âOf course not,â she snapped.
âNothing wrong with that, you know?â
She narrowed her eyes on me. âI didnât mean to imply that there was. Justââ
âYouâre a good girl?â
Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe.
I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. âWanna be my good girl?â
Again with the hesitant nod.
I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokinâ body. âItâs not a BDSM thing with me. I donât call it that. Donât call it anything. Itâs just how I like to fuck.â
She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.
My voice lowered. âI donât want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. Itâs not about pain. Itâs about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes thatâs not always orthodox.â
Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. âDo you ever just have sex?â
Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.
âI like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.â I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. âLong.â Kiss. âSlow.â A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. â . . . anal.â
Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth.
After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. âBut if Iâm really into a womanâand Iâm really into youââgoddamn understatementââI need to know itâs okay if I fuck you the way I want to.â
I leaned back. âSo what do you say, Sin. Are you in?â
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CHROME, WITH A HEART FORGED IN STEELE. Book #4.
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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Donât Tell seriesâa breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writerâcausing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
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