Choices (Kings If Sin MC #3) Read Online Ker Dukey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC Tags Authors: Series: Kings If Sin MC Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
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The air shifts between us, condensing, hate swelling in her chest. “I only blame you for being one of those stupid decisions.”

Damn, I’ve taken bullets that hurt less.

Her ass shimmies in a pair of leather pants, making my balls ache as she takes off, leaving me with a gaping wound. Only a fool would actively try and make a woman like Kitty not want them. This is a shitshow of my own making, and I hate myself for it.

I need a drink.

My long strides eat up the space between the door and the bar. “Bottle of whiskey and a glass,” I shout down the line of brothers to Maggie, who’s giggling about whatever Monster is saying to her. She holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait a minute. Is every bitch in this place trying to make me snap?

Arms suddenly wrap around my waist from behind. The overwhelming scent of crappy floral perfume invades my space as a petite brunette slides around my body like it’s a stripper pole. “You look tense. I can loosen you up.”

I couldn’t fuck her even if I wanted to. Kitty might as well have cut my cock off and taken it with her because even with this bitch’s bare tits pushing against my chest, there’s not so much as a twitch below my waist.

“You can get me a drink. Maggie is too busy getting her ear licked out.” Maggie is one of three who look like they were spat out of the same doctor’s office by a clone machine.

I slam my hand down on the black glossy bar, and Micky grunts beside me. “Monster’s cock is infamous. The size of an arm apparently. I hope he uses lube.” The chesty laugh that follows almost chokes him. He splatters and wheezes, a plume of smoke billowing from his lips. The blunt he’s smoking drops hot rocks onto his shirt, leaving little holes. How the fucker hasn’t set himself ablaze or gotten lung cancer by now, I’ll never know. The bastard looks ninety.

“He does,” the brunette purrs like a kitten, biting her lip. “Use lube,” she clarifies, running a hand down the length of my torso. “Spit.” She wags her eyebrows.

Great. As if the night hasn’t already been a pile of crap, now I have to hear about Monster’s monster cock.

“Go find someone else to fuck. I’m not drunk enough,” I tell her, pushing her away from me. Pouting, she backs away and is swiped up by another brother, making her screech and giggle.

“Would be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway going in after Monster, anyway, son.” Micky nods, pushing a glass of amber liquid my way. “I always order two when Maggie’s behind the bar. Bitch gets distracted like a cat spotting a laser pen.”

I knock the drink back in one gulp then hold it up in thanks before slamming it on the bar. Fuck you very much, Maggie.

Nudging myself through the throngs of bodies, I make my way to where I last saw Nicolas and look around, not finding him anywhere.

Fuck.

CHAPTER 6

RULES

KITTY

As soon as I’m far enough away, I allow the tears to pave a path down my cheeks. Not sad tears, these are angry and raw. A bottomless well of heartbreak settles over me. I can’t believe this is how things are between us. I don’t think I can see him daily knowing I’m not enough. What happens when he starts taking club sluts back to his room and I have to hear the girls giggling to each other about how good of a fuck he is?

I’d rather stick knives in my ears.

Why did I allow this to happen? I got too invested in the belief this was heading somewhere. That it was real. Fuck my stupid heart.

I make my way through the club in a haze, finding myself at my dad’s office, trying to remember if Cutter said Callan was back here. I place my ear to the door to listen for voices and almost fall through when it gives way. Claire fills the space, her eyes wide, her lipstick-smeared lips popping open in surprise. She looks like a sex doll. My stomach turns. She’s been my dad’s favorite girl for quite some time. Even made her exclusive. He can still fuck who he likes but only his dick she can have. Seems fair. Not. It’s gross.

That Cutter uses me as a fuck hole, picking me up and putting me down as he pleases, shouldn’t be surprising. Not when my own dad treats women like cum dumpsters.

“Hey, Kitty cat.”

Barf.

Everyone knows I was given the nickname Kitty because I always clean up at the card table. Nothing to do with cats, kittens, or pussies.

“Is Callan in there?” I don’t know why I’m asking. Obviously he won’t be if she is, but I need something to fill the awkwardness. She’s only a couple years older than me and tried befriending me at one point. No thanks. I don’t need to sit around listening to her man problems—not when that man is my father.



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