I cling tightly to Declan as his motorcycle roars down the highway; the wind whipping around us. His brothers ride alongside us, their bikes growling like a pack of wolves. Each one of them exudes an air of danger that matches Declan’s raw edge.
Hassle rides the closest, a man who seems to share Declan’s aversion to settling down. Joey’s, road name ‘Bruiser, looks like he could take on a charging bull. Mickey, called Mack Truck, is built like one, solid and intimidating. Cory goes by ‘Mouth’. He keeps up a steady stream of banter even over the rumble of engines, while Vaughn, a.k.a. Vault is as quiet and guarded as his name suggests—fitting, since he’s their treasurer. Then there’s Bruno, the last of the crew, a mountain of musclewho looks more like an NFL linebacker than a biker. Together, they look like trouble personified, a force to be reckoned with.
Declan took me to the Ravens MC to meet his crew before we went for a ride. He wanted me to get to know the men who would be helping us take down Glenn and his friends.
Each one of them was intimidating in their own way—silent glares, towering frames, and the kind of energy that promised they were capable of handling anything. I leaned into Declan, whispering, “Are they killers?”
He smirked, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Of course not,” he replied, then added a wink that made me second-guess his answer.
How did I end up mixed up with this man? Declan radiates danger, and yet I feel safer with him than I ever have with anyone. He’s made no secret of his plans to kill Glenn, and disturbingly the thought of Glenn’s end at Declan’s hands doesn’t horrify me—it excites me. A man like Glenn, who abducts women and sells them into sex trafficking, deserves what’s coming to him. He’s not worth another tear from me.
After that artic ride, we go our separate ways. Declan takes me to a boutique in New Jersey. I sift through racks of gowns until I find one that feels just right. Slipping it on, I step out and give a playful twirl in front of Declan. His reaction is immediate and genuine. His hands slide to my hips as he leans in to press a warm kiss against my belly.
“You look beautiful.” Declan grins, giving me that sexy smirk I love.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Select a mask,” he recommends.
I do so. Once I return to the dressing room. There’s a knock at the door.
“Yes?”
“Meridea, open the door,” he orders.
My heart plummets to the floor. What does he want?
I open the door. Declan steps inside. “I’ll help you out of the dress.”
He unzips the dress, and his lips melt against my shoulder blade. I peer at us through the mirror. Declan looks like he’s going to lose it if he doesn’t slide inside my pussy now.
“Declan, we can’t do that here.”
“Money is good to have. The customer service person is taking a quick break,” he growls against my skin.
I step out of the dress. Declan hangs it up on the hook. He yanks my panties down my legs and pushes them in his back pocket. He’s clad in his leather biker jacket. Declan hoists me up in his arms. “Take out my hard cock. I need to feel your pussy squeeze my dick.”
My heart hammers against my ribcage. “What if the sales associate comes back?” I ask, fear creeping into my voice.
“Do it, Meridea,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I unbutton his jeans and pull out his throbbing dick. My mouth waters as I slide down his thick shaft.
“Declan,” I cry against his lips.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts as he slams into my warmth.
“This pussy belongs to me, Meridea.”
I shake my head in defiance. “No,” I warn.
“Oh, yes. You know it does.” His large hands palm my ass as his fingertips dig into my flesh. “I have a surprise for you.”
My brows lift. I’m not playing with Declan. He’s always trying to get me to catch feelings for him.
Even though I know it’s too late. The way he fucks me good every day is hard to let go.
He takes my lips with a bruising kiss.
