Storm (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC, #8)

by Serena Akeroyd

The shit I’ve done… The things I’ve seen… The people I’ve hurt… My hands are dirty. My soul is black. My heart is a shriveled mass in my chest. You’re so clean, Keira. So fucking clean, and I’m so dirty. So unworthy. You’re the kind of woman a man should worship. That he should get on his hands and fucking knees to serve. In my world, men don’t do that. But you deserve it.

That was when things had started to go wrong, when it had begun to resonate that angels didn’t mate with demons for a reason…

He was Storm, and I was living in the eye of the tempestuous soul of the man I loved.

"I think she’s evil." Rex snorted. "No ‘think’ about it. That bitch sucks off Satan for fun."

"Perfect to me is different." I placed my hand on the flat of her chest, only the touch wasn’t sexual. "Perfect is someone who fights against the perfection she was raised in to allow our baby to be born."

But I fell for the woman who smiled at a dirty biker like he wasn’t scum."

"I want us to be stronger, I want to fuse what was broken and to make it better."

With a groan, I let him take the lead because I had no desire to rule over him, I just wanted him to shatter over me as much as I shattered beneath him.