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Blurb – When a
prospect kidnaps Kat thinking that she’s a doctor, Kat finds herself under the
protection of the club president. Lynch likes Kat’s spunk and full curves but
when she steals his Harley to escape he has no choice but to follow club rules
and deal out punishment. Tempers erupt, passions explode, and punishment
becomes the sweetest ecstasy!
Excerpt – The
woman in question was still on the ground, unwittingly bringing attention to
her large tits as she lay on her backside panting. Her wild blonde hair was
half-up, half-down, and with a huff she brushed it out of her face and eyes,
which were shooting daggers of blue lightning up at us. When my gaze returned
to hers, she had enough fury in her eyes to damn me to hell and back. If she
recognized me she didn’t show it.
I shouldn’t have,
but I smiled.
She got to her
feet on her own steam and headed straight for Chicken. “You dumb shit! I
couldn’t breathe!” It was clear that she was going to hit him, which just
wouldn’t do. No one hit a brother, even a prospect, and got away with it.
Chicken actually took a step back, producing laughter from Wizard and Tank. It
was clear her attack had caught him by surprise. “You could have killed me!”
Just as she
raised her hands to hit him I stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her
waist hauling her off her feet and back against me. I immediately noticed the
difference between her and the skinny whores that hung around club. Thicker
waist, curvier hips, and right now her fleshy ass was rubbing against me, and
any time I had something this sweet against my dick I got hard.
“Who the hell is
in charge here?” she snapped, digging her nails into my arm and struggling
wildly, obviously too angry to appreciate her situation. “Kidnapping is against
the law, you jerks!”
She tried to pull
my arm from around her waist, throwing her head back with purpose. She wasn’t
scared, just mad as hell. Her attempt to head-butt me produced a chuckle from
the guys. I was six-foot-six and her head barely reached my chest.
There was
nothing she could do to hurt me physically, but that didn’t matter. Just the
fact that she was trying to hurt me was cause for immediate action. As the
president of the club I had a reputation to protect. My crew might be amused at
what was happening, but they still expected me to put her in her place and show
her who was boss.
As she continued
to wiggle against me, the clip holding her hair popped open, releasing long,
wild hair. The kind of hair a man could grab a hold of when pounding into her
from behind.
Fuck me. Not a vision that I wanted right
then.
“Let me go,
asshole!” I had a feeling that her hysterical command was the result of my hard
cock. Unless she was dead from the waist down, she had to feel it against her
ass. I was harder than a steel rod from her movements, and I’d always liked a
woman that looked like a woman, with curves I could sink myself into.
Another thing
affecting my libido was the way she smelled, clean and fresh. I was used to the
smell of cigarettes, booze, and sex on the whores that I slept with.
“Take your filthy
hands off me!”
That did it. She
needed to be taught a fucking lesson. There was an old, broken down jeep nearby
and I threw her up against it, pushing her there with my body. Ignoring her
gasp of pain, I fisted a hand in her long hair and jerked her head back
roughly, enough so that our eyes could meet.
“Give me anymore
trouble and I’ll show you how filthy I can get.
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