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370 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 28, 2014
I found the metal bar piercing his glans- two hard, metal balls capped it, top and bottom.
"Imagine those deep inside you. First I'll rub them against your clit, and then the'll hit your G-spot the whole damned time I'm riding you. Un-fucking-believable, babe."
You want the freedom to sleep around. I'm not willing to give you that- I want more. Sounds like we have a fundamental difference of opinion here, and I'm not going to try and change you. But I'll tell you one thing, Ruger- I deserve to be with someone who gives a shit about me, as a person. Someone who values me enough not to fuck other women. I'd rather be alone the rest of my life than settle for what you're offering. Consider yourself a hell of a booty call, but that's it. We clear?"
How am I supposed to live the single life vicariously if I don't get any details?
I shook my head and shrugged mournfully.
"I'm doing my part. I tell you everything."
"And don't think I don't appreciate it," she said, tearing up slightly. We gave each other a drunken hug.
I could spend a year trying to describe him, but you still wouldn't fully appreciate his unique appeal until your panties spontaneously combusted the first time he smiled at you.
“I think you're a raging asshole."It becomes very obvious very quickly that these two want each other. Being in such close quarters, it’s hard to deny it. Hard to stay away.
Ruger laughed.
"Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out.”
“I’m ready for a three-way with Ben and Jerry.”
“Well I don't care how other people live" I said. "If they want to let their men sleep around, that's their business. But I'll be damned if I'll put up with it. Not good enough for me, and no way I want Noah growing up thinking that's how you treat a woman. Ruger can take his offer, stick it on a fork, and shove it up his ass. Now I need to find a job and somewhere to live, because I'm sure as hell not living with him any longer.”Then there is Ruger... Ruger is your typical bad ass biker, but seeing him with his nephew will melt your heart. What is it about a tough guy with a kid? He is uber hot and he was also pretty hilarious.
“Jesus you piss me off.” he murmered. "Good thing your cunt’s so fucking hot.”
“Don’t call it that.” His lip twitched.
“Good thing your vaginas so gosh darned hot, because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How’s that sound?”
“You’re in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It’s even better than ridin’ my bike. I’m crazy for you, Soph.”
WHAAAAAAAT???
"You're a very frustrating person, Ruger," I said, torn between bitching at him for being such a giant whore and jumping over the counter, ripping off his pants, and riding his cock. Not the best way to handle the situation. I knew this.
They obviously had to pass some sort of minimum hotness test to join up.
Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.
"Really? You don't like it? Personally, I don't like the idea of the next kid getting raped just because he isn't smart enough to hide on the fire escape."
Then I spotted the super-tight, super low-cut "Barbie is a Slut" tank top. I pulled the tank out with a smile. I'd let him perv on my boobs.
All day. Publicly.
"You're a cocksucking bastard," Noah repeated like a damned parrot.
I swear, I fell for him on the spot. He didn't like the idea of sharing me with any other guys, so I quit the next day. I didn't want to fuck things up between us, you know?
Predictably, my body wasn't listening to my brain again, because I had the urge to spread my legs and wrap them around his waist.
The man was like heroin - seductive, addictive, and a damned good way to wake up dead.
I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you’ll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.”
“I want to own every part of you,” he continued, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to throw you face-first across this counter, rip off those shorts and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamn cock stops hurting and my balls don’t feel like they’re gonna explode.”
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"That's the thing about guys like me," he continued, his voice low and smooth, eyes boring right through mine. "We don't do what we're supposed to do. We take what we want. And me? I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and f*** you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie."
Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.
"Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot."
"Don't call it that."
His lip twitched.
"Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?"
"Almost dirtier."
The man was like heroin - seductive, addictive, and a damned good way to wake up dead.
"I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie."
"I think you're a raging asshole."
Ruger laughed.
"Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out."
"My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph."
Nothing says "commitment" like accessory to murder.
I started my career in journalism and researched outlaw motorcycle club culture extensively for my stories. This included talking to people in club life, many of whom answered questions for me throughout the writing process. The Reaper's Legacy manuscript was reviewed and corrected by a woman attached to an outlaw MC.
"When a man takes a woman as his property, it's not about owning her," he continues, eyes searching my face. "It's about trusting her. This is my life I'm handing you, Sophie. Not just my life - my brothers' lives, too."
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‘Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I’m-probably-a-murderer-but-I’ve-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you’ll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.’
“You’re in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It’s even better than ridin’ my bike. I’m crazy for you, Soph.”
‘I could spend a year trying to describe him, but you still wouldn't fully appreciate his unique appeal until your panties spontaneously combusted the first time he smiled at you.’
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“You’re in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It’s even better than ridin’ my bike. I’m crazy for you, Soph.”
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“When a man takes a woman as his property, it’s not about owning her,” he continued, eyes searching my face. “It’s about trusting her. This is my life I’m handing you, Sophie.”
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”… deep down in my heart, in my guts, in my fuckin’ DNA, I’m a Reaper”
"he may not be my son, but he’s definitely my kid. I claimed him the minute he was born, and you damned well know it’s true."
“We don’t do what we’re supposed to. We take what we want. And me? I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you’ll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.”
“...everything’s changed now. It doesn’t matter how you make me feel or how nice you are. Your club is dangerous, and I don’t want anything to do with any of you. Noah and I, we can’t afford that.”