LD - Desert Rebels MC, #3

She was a fucking goddess, the kind that men would go to their death willingly just for a taste of her.  To see if the reality lived up to the fantasy. But I wasn't a man. I was a fucking monster. And her interest in me was going to be her ruin. The only thing I gave a damn about was my club, and my brothers. And I was going to show her just how fucking dangerous I could become. ExcerptHe brought the bottle up to his lips, finished off the contents, and then threw it off into the darkness behind him in a violent move that caused me to shiver.
Then, without a word or warning, he took the few short steps to where I was sitting and reached for me. I gasped when his hands wrapped around my upper arms and he hauled me to my feet."You're going to regret this, but I know you want it as much as I do."I didn't have the wherewithal to utter a single word in response. It was all I could do to take in air as LD hauled me down to the edge of the porch where the light didn't reach us.
I didn't even make a token attempt to resist. He didn't give me the chance to anyway. He was big and brutal and so strong that I was helpless. The next thing I was aware of was being pushed up against the side of the house and crushed by the big body behind me."LD-""Don't talk, " he snarled against my ear. The feel of his hot whiskey breath against me caused a full-on body reaction. I could feel the strength of his arousal against my bottom and couldn't stop myself from thrusting back into it.
His hiss told me what I was doing to him. I was dressed for bed, barefoot, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of boy shorts and a cropped tank that left a lot of skin exposed. It was easy for him to finger the material aside. His movements were rough. I sucked in my breath as his teeth skated over the length of my exposed neck.*Explicit language and adult situations. Book can be read as a standalone but readers may want to read the series in order for a better reading experience.