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Bottom Line: Nomad Bikers (Devil’s Due MC #6)
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Beaten at the hands of peers he knows judgement. The domino effect of one person’s crime going unpunished never heals.
He’s no saint.
Mitchell “Trapper” Gates fears nothing. He begs for death and relishes life on the edge.
He’s also not afraid to call himself a sinner.
Trapper knows what it is to be violated and what it feels like to deliver a death blow. He knows love and he knows pain.
However, one person knows his every secret.
When Avery has waited long enough, can Trapper see beyond their past and into their future? Or is he too late?
Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes and the devil demands his due.
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Bottom Line: Crossover
Tossing back a shot, I let the alcohol burn all the way down. The house mouse grinding on my lap and lapping at my neck only makes the room spin more as I let my buzz win out over my consciousness.
After our turn around here, I will keep my eyes, ears, and mind open to taking the backs of the men of Vipers Creed MC. I can respect the changes they are trying to make for their club and community. I can respect the way they are trying to keep their shit as their own and not let any outsider roll in and make a mess of what they have under control.
“Wanna fuck, buttercup?” I slur into her hair that is sticking out everywhere, making me practically choke on each word.
“Oh, yeah,” she moans, reaching between us to unbutton my jeans.
Blowing out more of her hair, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I look at the screen, and my stomach churns.
The whore grinds down on my crotch, making my jeans scrape hard against my dick. The pain is another reminder as I close my eyes and the memories invade.
“Mitchell,” the voice says my name in a needy rasp. “I’ve got you trapped.” The whisper causes my ass to tighten in protection.
I feel dirty. I need to vomit.
I push the mouse off me, only for her to step back and pull her shirt off. In her version of sexy, she shimmies in front of me and my brothers.
“You dirty whore,” I slur honestly.
She simply smirks in challenge. “You gonna give me dirty?”
Standing, I wobble as the room spins before I straighten and crowd her space. When she’s backed to the wall, wrapping her hands around my neck and scratching into my flesh, I lean down and lick her cheek.
She laughs, and I simply push my body into hers.
She’s trapped. I was trapped once. My mind goes wild.
Turning her to face the wall, I kick the inside of her legs to spread them wide. Then I lift the short-ass skirt she is wearing, and I see a set of lips tattooed on her ass and the fabric of a green thong. The string slides up her ass cheeks tightly. I pull hard on either side, ripping it roughly from her body.
“You want dirty?” I ask as I slide my fingers from the front of her pussy all the way up the slit of her ass, teasing her pussy and asshole as I pass them. She shakes her ass cheeks at me, wanting more.
Wavering, I step back as Rowdy tosses me a condom, and I catch it against my chest.
“Safety first, brother.” He laughs loudly as he sits back with his beer without a single care that I’m going to fuck this broad in front of him.
Undoing my jeans, I release my cock then stroke it to firm before opening the rubber and covering myself.
With two fingers, I dive into her pussy, causing her to cry out in surprise. Then, with a palm to each ass cheek, I spread her wide before I slide my cock into her pussy. She slaps the wall in front of her wildly as she presses her ass back, trying to force me in deeper. I use my hands to keep her still and slowly work my way in at my own pace.
When she tries to push again, I swat her ass, immediately blushing the skin, and she stills. Then, her ass cheeks still spread wide, I dip my right thumb into her anus just as I slide my cock all the way to the hilt inside her. With a matching rhythm, I move them both in and out of her rapidly, sending the whore over the edge.
“Fucking trapped,” I growl as I break out into a sweat. “Fucking dirty and trapped.” I pound away as she goes limp in her aftershocks.
I let out a war cry as I pump away, finally finding my release and drunkenly falling against her, pressing her into the wall.
Catching my breath, I push away and pull out, ripping the condom from my limp dick. I then tuck my junk away, feeling the bile building in my stomach.
Stomping off wordlessly, I toss the condom in the trash as I enter the bathroom and proceed to lose the contents of the day into the toilet.
Fucking trapped. Fucking filthy. Some things never change, no matter where I go.
One day, I will have to go home. One day, I will have to face hell. One day, I will be accountable for all the bad, the good, and the don’t matters. One day, it’s all going to come to a head.
After all, the devil always gets his due.
Bottom Line: In the Red
“Roll tide,” the high voice greets me.
“You just wake up?” I shouldn’t ask, but I did. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I shouldn’t even consider it, but I’m too far gone now.