Ink (Los Diablos Motorcycle Club #0.5)
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A tiny, miniscule, puta-ish part of me wanted to know what it felt like to be handled so roughly. To be fucked with my face against a wall just like that.
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Her deadly rage was a turn-on. Had I thought competence made my dick hard? I took it back. It was the sight of that goddess of a woman, drenched in blood, filled to the brim with feminine rage, that made me want to drop to my knees and make her my Vieja.