Cover Design: KLa Boutique
Cover Model: David Byers
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
I am not a good man.
I tried to stay away, but every time I pushed her away, she fell harder.
I took away her innocence and I don’t regret a damn thing.
She owns me. Mind. Body. Soul.
I never wanted to lose her, but I did. I’m a monster and she knows it. She’s seen the darkness in me and she ran as far as she could. I had plans to bring her back, but I saw the happiness written on her face. When threats surface, I bring her home where she belongs, kicking and screaming.
The sins I’ve committed leave scars on her body and soul. She hates me for what I’ve done and I don’t blame her. I’ve killed for her and I will kill again if need be.
The only thought that I fear is losing her forever. Losing her forever will be my downfall. Losing her temporarily drove me to the edge. I won’t let her go without a fight. She’s the light and I’m the dark. I’m the sins and she’s the scars.
I’ve ruined her.
I love her.
I would rather fall on my own knife than lose my only saving grace.
I let her lead me back into the bar area of the clubhouse because I’m sure she needs to cool down. Shit, so do I. I want so bad to bend her over my desk and spank her tight little ass for the disrespect she showed me when she first walked in the clubhouse, but I didn’t. If my men talked to me the way she did, I would have their heads. They all know I’m a sucker for the girl, and there isn’t one person that would think to say anything except Romeo, my VP. When I see him, he motions for me to come towards him. I wrap my arm around her waist before she gets too far away from me. “Behave.” She turns and gives me the stink eye before turning back towards the bar. Before I release her, I give her one more piece of advice. “Any of my men touch you because you can’t keep yourself from proving a damn point to me; their blood is on your hands.” I feel her body tense up, and when she turns around she looks even angrier than before. “You don’t own me Stav. I can fuck, and flirt with whomever I damn well please.” Her voice isn’t more than a whispered yell. She thinks that I won’t kill anyone who touches her? She has another thing coming. “I do own you. Mind, body, and soul, babe. You just seem to forget. Give me a kiss.” She pushes my chest, and I give her ass a squeeze. “You’re a pig.” She breathes. I can feel her body start to react to me and I know she wants me as bad as I want her. Fucking other bitches never gave me the satisfaction that she just gave me in my office. Her body has always been made for mine, and the quicker she realizes that, the easier this shit can go. We have enemies that are ready to declare full blown war on us, and the only thing I can care about is making sure she's safe. “Kiss.” I growl this time. She searches my face for a second before she pinches my nipple and walks towards the bar. Shaking my head, I can’t help but grin. She’s feistier now more than ever before, and I can only imagine what the sex is going to be like when she finally submits to me again. I watch her ass sway from side to side as she walks to the bar and orders a drink from one of the new prospects. He almost looks scared of her. I can only guess the look she’s giving him right now. She can be a real bitch when she wants to, and I know all her anger is aimed right at me. Mick just happens to be the poor bastard in front of her to take her wrath.
About the Author
K.Renee is from sunny, California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination to paper. K. Renee is an avid reader. During the day she works in an office and at night she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.