The Biker’s Forbidden Affair (Straight to Hell MC #3) Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC Tags Authors: , Series: Straight to Hell MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
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But tonight had been different. It was dark and secluded when he showed up. His demeanor was darker, more dangerous. Her imagination was on overdrive as he got off that bike to teach her a lesson.

Then her knight in shining armor appeared completely out of nowhere. She’d never been happier to see him and not just because she was being chased by a crazy man.

Now, more than ever, she understood the world Tank came from. He had to be cautious because there were life-and-death moments around every corner. She shouldn’t have been so quick to judge him.

They stopped in front of her apartment. He braced a leg on the sidewalk but didn’t attempt to get off or turn off his bike.

She slid off, terrified he’d just drive off and leave her.

“Can you come upstairs?” she asked.

“You think someone’s waiting for you?”

“No, I just want you to come upstairs. Can you?”

He nodded once, then drove around to the side of the building to park his bike. She internally sighed. It felt amazing having him back again. Maybe her ritual pity party could be put to rest once and for all.

They walked up the stairs together, not saying a word. It was getting awkward, especially when she’d been so comfortable around Tank before they broke up.

Once they were at her door, the old feelings came back. She remembered the details of five days ago and wished they’d handled things differently.

“Tell me something, Bell.”

“Okay.”

“Were you fucking that guy before he turned on you?”

She scowled. “No, of course not. I haven’t been with anyone but you. He was some enemy of yours, not mine.”

“You tell him anything?”

“Nothing. You should know how stubborn I can be,” she said.

He stood there, and she realized she was still standing in the hall with the key half in the lock. She turned and opened the door. There were no footprints on her floor, so hopefully, this night would go over better than last time.

She closed the door behind them, feeling odd having Tank in her personal space. He looked so big and out of place. A lot of her accessories were white and pink, so the tattoos and dark leather were a stark contrast. He walked around, checking out everything.

“You’ve been here before, you know.”

He turned and raised a brow.

Yes, she liked to push buttons. He should know that by now.

“Are we going to rehash all that?”

She sat down on the sofa. It wasn’t great, but it was comfortable and all she could afford. “Can you trust me? Can your club trust me?”

He sat down on the ottoman opposite her. “I don’t care what they think.”

“Really?”

“Not when it comes to you.” He set his big, warm hand on her knee. “I want to go back to how things were.”

“Me too,” she said.

Her answer made him sit up straighter, a wave of darkness crossing his vision. Or was it something else?

“Do you want a cup of tea or something?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The sudden sexual tension in her small living room was intense.

“Do I look like a want a cup of tea, Bell?”

She rubbed her legs together to soothe the growing ache in her pussy. Bell licked her too-dry lips as he stared at her like a man possessed. The entire room felt too hot and lacking enough oxygen to breathe with ease.

He smoothed his hand higher, moving from her knee up her inner thigh under her uniform. When the tips of his fingers reached the edge of her panties, she gasped for breath like a fish out of water. An intense need took over, her pussy tingling, her body hot for Tank. He lunged forward, taking her down to her back on the sofa. She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him to possess her in every way.

They kissed, hard and hungry. The need, the days away from each other, the bottled-up passion—it all erupted at once. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against her neck. He trailed his tongue along the shell of her ear, making shivers skitter along her skin.

She parted her legs slightly, his weight coming down between her thighs. Bell could feel the hard ridge of his cock, and she found herself arching up, craving friction against her aching core. She moaned as he thrust his hips slightly. “Tank…”

They kissed, their hands exploring, their bodies entwined. His muscles were hard and tempting. She’d never get enough of this man. The scent of leather and delicious masculine cologne added to the eroticism. She reached for his cut, pushing it off his shoulders.

He leaned up on one knee, removing his cut and pulling off his t-shirt. His body was to die for. Big and strong, his abs cut, a light trail of hair disappearing behind his belt. He began unbuckling, and an adrenaline rush took her by surprise. This was happening. She was a twenty-three-year-old virgin and Tank was not a small man.



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