Filthy Bastard – Royal Bastards MC Read online Madison Faye

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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The plan should have been easy—grab Leonard here at his condo, drag him off to a safe house, and beat the ever loving fuck out of him until he understands just how hazardous to his health it’s going to be if keeps dropping bullshit charges on my brothers. But you know what they say about the best laid plans…

And that leads us here, to her.

Like I said, this shit should have nothing to do with Nicole. But, tonight, it’s about to have everything to do with her. Part of it is circumstances—shitty intel, or a last-minute change of plans that has her here instead of her father. But a big part of it is me—me and my fucking obsession.

I was camped out on the roof, looking through the domed skylight of the luxury condo waiting for Leonard to make his appearance inside, when she walked in instead. Walked in, peeled her fucking clothes right off, got my cock harder than it’s ever fucking been, for anything, and then padded her way into the bathroom to run a shower. I could have walked away. I should have walked away. Obsession with this girl or not, she’s not the target here.

And yet here I am, inside the condo, listening to the sound of her humming away in the shower behind the closed bathroom door, and stroking my thick cock with her little pink panties.

Filthy Bastard, at your fucking service.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I growl as I stop just enough to pull it out and read the text. It’s from Lisa, my “girl on the inside” for tonight’s little operation to take Leonard. Normally, Leonard keeps himself locked up tight, because he knows the risks involved with fucking with us. He’s got his walled mansion in his gated community in the rich Boston suburbs, paid for by mob blood money, no doubt.

He’s also got a swank condo downtown. On paper, it’s a “business write-off,” and I’m guessing he’s told his wife it’s there for when he’s pulling late nights at work. I’ve been watching this little fuck for a month, and he almost exclusively uses it to fuck hookers.

Believe me, a weaselly little fuck like Leonard definitely has to pay for it.

The Bastards don’t run girls or anything like that, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have connections. I made calls, I asked around, and when I learned that Lisa was his regular Thursday night favorite, I stepped in. Lisa was behind on some rent and her kid needed new clothes and books for school, and the Royal Bastards single-working-mother charity fund was happy to step in and help, provided she give us a heads-up next time she was going to meet up with Leonard.

I frown as I glance at the text.

Sorry, he bailed tonight. I think his wife found out.

She’s about ten minutes too late on the text, though. Because here I am, inside, rock-hard, and wondering what the fuck I’m doing. I know I need to walk away, right fucking now. But my obsession and my addiction won’t allow that. The proximate to the girl who’s captivated me entirely has me twisted up and grinding my teeth.

…Her being naked and wet behind only a door I’m confident I could knock right off its hinges has my balls swelling with cum and my cock throbbing hard.

The soft sound of her humming from the shower drifts over my ears, and I growl. My cock thickens, my balls tighten, and I hiss as I close my eyes and imagine her perfect little curvy ass bouncing on my lap, sinking down every fucking inch of my cock until she’s creaming all over me.

It’s not supposed to be her here, but here she is, and here I am, and there goes any semblance of my self-control. And yeah, it’s not like emptying my balls in her panties was exactly part of the plan either. But when I watched her peel her clothes off, the beast inside of me awoke. When I slipped in here after she stepped into her shower and saw them lying on the pile of clothes by the bathroom door, it just fucking ignited something in me. It fed the hunger boiling inside, and one look and I knew there was no stopping that beast inside of me from taking over.

My muscles clench, my pulse thunders, and I drop my head back as the pleasure explodes through me. With a growl, my cock throbs, and suddenly, I’m coming. I grunt, my abs clenched tight as I blast rope after rope of thick, hot cum into her naughty little panties. I groan, looking down and grinning at the sticky mess filling her little thong—so fucking obscene and wrong, but it can’t be helped.

My addiction to her can’t be helped. My obsession won’t be.



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