The Biker’s Plaything (Straight to Hell MC #1) Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Straight to Hell MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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“This is over. Meet me back at the club when this shit is cleaned up.”

He mounted his bike, then revved the engine. Lord drove off and she immediately tensed up, not wanting to be alone with the other three bikers. Were they going to burn her alive? Did they do all the horrific dirty work for him?

Before she had a full-blown panic attack, he circled around over and over until the dirt and grass created a halo around where she stood. He stopped dead in front of her, supporting the bike with his booted foot. Lord nodded behind him.

She was so confused.

“Not too bright, are you? Get on the fucking bike.”

Ally had never been on a motorcycle, and as she squeezed on behind his massive frame, she realized she’d never been this close to any man. When he hit the gas, she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on for dear life. He pressed one hand to hers for a few moments. His skin was warm and rough. The protective gesture seemed uncalled for when he had her fate mapped out.

Within minutes, they were gone. Away from the farm, away from the other bikers, away from what she thought would be her final resting place.

Now it was the future that worried her.

Where was he taking her? Why was she still breathing?

All she could do now was rest her head against his back, hold on, and watch the world flash by.

Chapter Three

Taking her hadn’t been part of the plan, but the one thing Lord was used to was adapting. He knew in his gut killing her wouldn’t bring him any kind of pleasure. Her grip tightened around him and he liked it. He could never tolerate touch—until now. He savored the feel of those thick, juicy thighs holding on to him. It had been a long time since he’d seen a curvy woman like her.

The current women of the club were slender. Some were nothing more than skin and bone. Just feeling this woman, he knew she was different. It was a gut feeling that had taken him by surprise as soon as he laid eyes on her. There was no denying it.

His cock hardened at the thought of seeing her naked. He didn’t know what the fuck to do with her.

When her head rested against his shoulder, he tensed up. He hated being touched, but this … her touch didn’t piss him off. Was she trying to get comfort from him? This chick confused him, no doubt about it. There was no way any woman should ever want to get any kind of anything from him. He was a monster, through and through. He’d learned by pain and suffering himself to never let anyone in.

Ally.

That was her name.

Lord wanted to know more. Every detail. Was Ally short for Allyson, Alysia, something else? For some fucked-up reason, he actually cared to find out.

He also needed to constantly remind himself that she was the enemy. The daughter of a rat bastard. They weren’t friends.

Gritting his teeth, he tried not to think about what he really wanted. The moment she’d asked if her father had sold her to him, he’d seen the glint in her eyes. Even as her body had shaken in fear, he knew she was attracted to him, and what was more, she hated herself for it as well.

Ally needed to learn to keep her mouth shut because she’d given him a wicked idea. Pressing his foot to the gas, he rode all the way back to his clubhouse, which was in the middle of nowhere. Not a single house in sight, which was exactly how he liked it.

He hated most people and learned at an early age that the world was made up of liars and cheats. He’d simply become the master, and their fates were now in his hands. There were no squeaky-clean people within his world. They were all after something from him, and like always, he had a price.

Not once did he stop on his journey back home.

Bobby’s death didn’t bother him. Tying up loose ends was all part of the deal, and Bobby had fucked up big time. He had no doubt that the only reason the cop went out to find this girl was because he was hiding something himself.

People lied.

The words were a constant mantra in his head.

They lied and cheated.

The gates to the clubhouse were already open. Several club whores were huddled together in a corner. They hadn’t even bothered to grab a jacket to ward off the cold. Mini skirts and revealing tops in case one of the brothers looked their way.

He cut the engine. “Get off,” he said.

Ally let him go and he wasn’t surprised when she ended up a heap on the ground, to which the women in the corner laughed.



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