Riggs
A Hell's Lovers MC Romance #3
by
Crimson Syn
Genre: Adult MC Romance
I
want to defile the only innocent thing that exists in this god
forsaken place.
Luna
is as pure as they come, eighteen, untouched, and beautiful.
But I
can’t have her. It’s not right.
A
woman like Luna deserves someone better than me.
But
the hunger I have for her seeks control,
And I
don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back much longer.
Jason
Riggs is as hot as they come.
He’s
everything I yearn for in this empty life of mine.
Hiding
away in Ravenous is my only hope for a future, and I want Riggs to be
a part of it.
But
he’s hiding something, something wicked and dirty.
I
won’t stop until I find out his secrets.
And
when I do, he’ll be all mine.
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PROLOGUE
Six months
ago…
“SO, WHAT DO YOU
THINK?”
“She’s got a nice curve to her.”
“How long do you think before I have to pick
her up?”
“Give me about a week with her and I’ll have
her all primed up so you can
ride her away into the sunset, bro.”
“Make sure you take good care of her.”
“Dude it’s a paint job, not rocket science.
Pick her up in a week.”
I walked out of Knox’s repair shop feeling
hesitant and even a little
strange having to walk home. But Knox had
promised me a paint job and who
better to do it than one of the brothers. I
was feeling absolutely exhausted and
completely out of it. I had just finished a
job and my body was finally feeling it.
I’m in the business of stalking people. Not
the type of stalking your
perverted little mind is thinking about,
although that kind could definitely be a
lot of fun. No. I do surveillance installments
for a special array of clients. I had
built a pretty good reputation of keeping to
myself and keeping my mouth shut.
Word spreads pretty quickly around the more
affluent members of society, and
every now and then I’d get a call with pretty
high payouts. A good side job to
have as a Hell’s Lovers, it gave us access to
a lot of information with a lot of
profitable benefits.
In this particular case, the lady wanted
surveillance done on her cheating
husband. I had placed a few cameras in the
house, but I needed to set up visual
and audio in his office at work. Getting in
without being noticed was the
hardest part, especially when I had to
infiltrate the security system first.
Did I mention I also handled a few hacking
jobs on the side.
Nights like this were few and far between, but
like I said, this job alone
would pay my rent for at least a year. The way
I saw it, it had to be done, and it
felt great to add another zero to the amount
in my savings account.
The streets were dead silent and I was deep in
thought as I crossed the
street and headed to my apartment. A shrill
scream coming from one of the
warehouse alleys stopped me dead in my tracks.
I froze and waited, but I didn’t
hear anything else. Out of the corner of my
eye, about a block away, I saw a
young girl run out into the street only to be
dragged back into the shadows.
This part of the street had more than a few
broken street lamps, and my body
tensed as I tried to adjust my eyes to the
darkness. At the same time, I was
assessing my surroundings, but the back
streets were always pretty much empty
at this time of night.
I slowly made my way up the block, keeping
myself on alert in case
someone jumped out at me. I was ex-Navy Seal,
sneaking up on someone was
my expertise. Well, that and being able to use
anything in my reach as a
weapon, now that was a honed trait.
As I rounded the corner, her piercing scream
shot me into action and my
survival instincts kicked in. As I came up to
the dark alley anger coursed
through my veins. The man was a big guy,
taller than me, and that’s pretty big
considering I’m six two. The girl looked so
tiny and fragile pressed up into the
concrete wall. Her jeans were at her ankles
and he was struggling to pull his
own pants down as he dug his hands in between
her legs.
“Open up, you fucking whore! Don’t you dare
fight me! It’s fucking time I
get paid for all the shit I’ve given you!”
I scowled in disgust at him and went right
into action, stealthily coming up
behind them. Her big blue innocent eyes
focused on me, unshed tears making
them glisten. In that moment, I felt the dire
need to save her and take her far
away from there. She was a fighter and
immediately began struggling harder
as I approached. But the mother fucker didn’t
like that, and he reached back and
punched her in the gut taking her breath away.
Feeling as if all the demons were carrying me
over to them, I grabbed the
collar of his shirt and held him in a vice
grip. Catching him off guard, I put all
my strength into my fist and punched him twice
on the side, right up against the
liver. He grunted and staggered back. Her
knees gave way and she dropped to
the ground. I stepped in to grab her before
she collapsed to the floor.
Taking her in my arms, I leaned her gently
back against the wall. Her eyes
met mine for a brief moment. “Give me a
second, baby girl. I’ll be right back.
I then turned back to the piece of shit behind
me. In his hurry to get at her,
one hand was struggling to keep his pants
pulled up while the other held a
blade.
“She’s fucking mine!” he yelled out.
I growled in anger and lunged at him. He swung
his arm around, but I
caught him by the wrist and squeezed. His eyes
widened and his mouth opened
in horror at the sound of his bone cracking.
He screamed as his fingers
released the knife. I hit him with a clear
upper cut that sent him sprawling onto
the pavement a few feet away from me. I had to
be careful or I’d kill him. My
training taught me how to kill, but it also
taught me control. I straddled his
large form and grabbed him up by the collar. I
punched with precision, twice in
the nose, a feeling of satisfaction running
through me as I heard the crack. He
groaned and grabbed his face. I fisted his
shirt and forced him to look at me.
“I see you around here again and I’ll fucking
end you.” I shoved him back
and the coward crumpled back on the pavement
and scurried into a corner.
I went back to the fainted beauty. Dark raven
locks flowed around her face
and I pushed them back and lingered on her
soft features. She looked young
and fragile. My eyes took in her long lashes
that touched high rosy
cheekbones. Her red lips were slightly parted
and her breathing was soft and
steady. I looked down and her shirt had been
torn open exposing two round
pillows that were encased in what looked like
the softest lace, a little worn
from use. The urge to lean my head there was
sudden, and unexpected.
I swallowed hard and scrunched my eyes shut.
Looking up to the sky, I let
my hands guide me as they trailed down her
naked thighs and knees until I
found the waistband of her panties. Not
looking at her was even worse. As my
hands drifted over her, I could feel her soft
warmth even more intensely.
Hastily, I lifted her, dragging her jeans up
over her hips and waist. Her tiny
body leaned against mine and the soft scent of
lavender filled the air around
her. I breathed her in as I cradled her in my
arms and walked the five blocks to
my apartment.
As soon as I entered the dark space, I slammed
the door shut and made my
way into the bedroom. I laid her on my bed and
took a good long look at the
delicate beauty. She was so young, so
innocent. For some reason, my body
became alive with arousal, but I kept myself
under control. She was pulling at
my body with some sort of invisible magnet and
I was in complete shock at
myself. My mind filled with thoughts of how
sweet her cunt would taste on my
lips, and how long and sleek her hair was,
perfect to twist around my fist,
giving me control over her small body as I
drove my cock snugly inside of
her.
I turned and left her lying there. I walked
out and took the elevator up to
Grayson’s loft. I needed a place to crash, and
the club’s VP had plenty of rooms
to spare. To be honest, I didn’t trust myself
to be near her, didn’t trust myself to
be alone with her.
Images of her face and body kept drifting in
and out of my thoughts and
my dreams all night. I woke up early the next
morning and went down to see
her. I needed to know that she was real.
She looked so damn beautiful as she opened the
door. She must have
rummaged through my clothes and was wearing an
old Nirvana t-shirt I had
tucked in a drawer. Her perky breasts pushed
at the fabric letting me know she
had nothing on underneath.
My eyes travelled down to her long sultry legs
and I just stood there,
imagining them wrapped around me. She shifted
and my eyes met hers, her
eyes shined brightly back at me and when she
smiled my heart slammed into
my throat.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi, yourself.” I watched her carefully as she
stepped back and let me in.
She looked so tiny in my apartment and all I
wanted to do was cradle her on
my lap and murmur sweet nothings into her ear.
My cock jumped and I quickly
rounded the kitchen counter, trying to put as
much space as I could between us.
I cleared my throat. “Did you sleep well?”
She folded her hands in front of her, shyly
playing with the hem of the
shirt. She looked so virginal in that one
moment and I could feel my blood
flowing hotly down to my groin. I stifled a
groan.
“Um...yes.” Her answer was a soft whisper.
“Did you eat?”
“You...don’t have any food.”
“Fuck.” I grimaced and rummaged through the
cabinets to find something.
I sighed when I came up empty handed. “I’ll
get you something.”
She nodded and I looked down, not sure what
else to say. After a few
seconds she broke the silence.
“Thank you...for last night. My foster father
can be a bit brutal.”
“You’re foster father?” my astonishment showed
in my face .
She nodded and when she spoke it was the softest
of whispers, I had to
strain to hear her. “We had an argument last
night. I…I told him I was running
away and he chased me out into the street. I
never thought he’d go that far.”
I listened carefully to her confession and a
million questions arose, but I
went with the most important of them all. “Has
he ever touched you before?”
“No. He’s said stuff to me, but never laid his
hands on me.”
“Fucker!” I looked her up and down. She looked
thin and frail. “Do you
have a place to stay?”
She bit her bottom lip and once again my cock
stirred. “Not really.”
“Then you’re staying here.”
“But...”
I shook my head. “You need a place to stay and
this place is as good as
any.”
“I don’t want to intrude...”
I took the three short strides up to her.
Taking her chin in my hand, I lifted
it slightly, having her look up at me. “What’s
your name, baby girl?”
She hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Luna.”
I waited for a last name, but she stayed quiet
and I accepted that. If she
didn’t want me knowing her name, I wasn’t going
to force her. “Luna, I’m
Jason Riggs. Most people call me Riggs.”
She smiled sweetly and my heart melted. “Hi,
Riggs.”
“Hi, baby girl.” I stared at those pretty blue
eyes for a good long minute
and then stepped away from her. “You can stay
here as long as you’d like. No
worries about me. I can stay at a friend’s.”
“You won’t stay here with me?”
I turned to her and gave her a wolfish grin.
“Baby girl, I’m gonna’ be real
honest with you. I’m a grown man, and if I
stay here with you, watching you
wear my shirts like you do, I won’t hesitate
to take you in my arms until your
moaning my name. You understand me?”
Her cheeks tinted a rosy pink and she looked
down to the floor.
I stood up and grabbed a bag from my room,
stuffing it with jeans, shirts
and the necessary stuff. I didn’t need much, I
never did. When I came out I
noticed she was still wearing my shirt and was
perched on one of the kitchen
stools.
I stood in the hall entrance, leisurely taking
my time gazing over her legs,
I wanted to keep the mental picture in my mind
for as long as possible. When
my eyes travelled up to her lips, I noticed
them slightly part and she gasped
softly as her eyes lingered on me.
I shook my head as I headed towards the
entrance. I opened the door and
turned to look at her one last time. “Don’t
worry about food. I’ll take care of it.
If you need anything, anything at all, I left
my number on the nightstand for
you with an extra set of keys.”
Without letting her respond, I slammed the
door behind me and trudged
up to Grayson’s apartment. If I stayed with
her, there was no telling what I’d do
to her. I wasn’t about to leave her completely
alone, and at least if I was
upstairs I would be close by if she needed me.
There was something about
Luna that captured me, for the life of me I
just didn’t know why.
Grayson
A Hell's Lovers MC Romance #2
She’s
a wildcat in bed and she’s driving me insane!
Ever
since that first night I can’t get enough of Rahyne Andrews.
Her
kisses, her body, her moans, drive me crazy. I can’t seem to say no
to her.
My
only problem is, that she doesn’t seem to be interested in more
than my body.
And
I’m not about to have my control taken away from me.
She
either bends to my will, or I’m walking.
Grayson
Carter is everything I ever dreamed of and more.
He’s
built like a rock and knows how to satisfy my every need.
But
the last thing I want is to have another failed
relationship.
Especially,
when it involves a member of the Hell’s Lovers.
I’m
the one in control, I’m always in control…
So
why is it that Grayson Carter is the only man who has ever made me
beg for more.
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It was late when I entered my apartment. I sank down on the couch and stared out
into the city. I lived in a high rise in downtown L.A., it offered a good view
and it was near the club, I also owned the building. I had a few investments,
mostly in stocks, so I did well for myself. I didn’t really have any family or
anyone I truly cared about, except for Wolf and most recently, Scarlett. I used
to do security for the military, and after retiring, Wolf gave me a place to
stay and opened his doors for me. I was glad to have someone like Wolf. He’d
been a good friend throughout the years. When he took over as President, he
immediately named me VP, and it’s been that way for the last five years. The
brotherhood was my refuge and although we didn’t voice it, we were a pretty
tight knit family.
I stood up and went to grab a beer. I headed
down the hall to my bedroom, where an empty bed awaited me. Usually it didn’t
bother me, but lately I’d been yearning for a warm body to press up against.
Specifically, a voluptuous blonde, with eyes the color of emeralds. My cock
stirred and I sighed as I took a swig of my beer and sat at the edge of the
bed.
Images of Rahyne spread out on my mattress
kept flooding through my mind and they had been non-stop lately. It didn’t
matter where I was or who I was with, I couldn’t get the temptress out of my
head. It was starting to worry me.
I never even thought of settling down. I lived
my life peacefully, went where I wanted, fucked who I wanted, and didn’t give a
shit about anything. But with Rahyne...fuck, I thought my urgency to have her
was just an infatuation-something that would go away in a matter of weeks. Six
months later, and my body still craved hers, more now than ever before. Running
my hands through my hair I fought my desire to go looking for her and I gulped
down my beer.
Lying back on the bed I let her image envelop
me and I pulled out my shaft-hard as a rock as usual-and stroked myself,
remembering the sound of her sweet whispers, and the moans and whimpers I heard
on an almost daily basis. I groaned, imagining the wonderful feeling of her
tight pussy hugging my swollen member. Remembering the way she shouted my name,
and how her body gripped me, made me jerk off harder. Knowing I could
manipulate her body to such extremes had me grunting my release as streams of
white fluid leapt out and landed on my stomach. I breathed out and splayed my
arms on the mattress. Closing my eyes, I imagined her by my side, and the only
thought that came to my mind, before I drifted off, was that I was going to
make her mine.
Wolf
A
Hell's Lovers MC Romance #1
Scarlett
Chase is every man’s wet dream.
As
soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
That
is, until I found out she was untouchable.
One
kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and
stripped of who I am.
Yet
I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn
rules.
Wolf
Stone is my obsession.
Ever
since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the
man.
His
possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.
One
touch, and he lights me on fire.
But
I want more.
I
not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.
But
he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping
wolf.
“Wolf.” I breathed, dragging my hands along
his tussled hair.
I felt the hot slickness of his tongue lick me
from the base of my shoulder up along the curve of my neck. He stopped briefly
before nipping my earlobe and I nearly came, right then and there.
“You taste so goddamn good.” He whispered.
I gripped his hair and whimpered. “Don’t stop,
Wolf. Please, don’t stop.”
My words seemed to snap him out of his trance
and he stepped away from me. I glided down the wall and a feeling of emptiness
surrounded me as he moved away.
My hands reached for him, but he turned away.
I could tell his breathing was labored, and he was just as, or even more
affected by this, than I was. I reached out and touched his back and I suddenly
found myself pressed once more against the wall. My body arched like a cat in
heat, trying to bring every inch of him against me. The movement was futile as
he gripped me by the shoulders and half shook me awake from my lust filled
moment.
“Stop it. Stop, Scarlett. I won’t be able to
do this if you don’t stop.” He pressed his forehead against mine and ran his
hands down my arms, gripping my hips. His mouth said one thing, but his hands
wouldn’t stop touching me. “Stop. Please.”
My body stilled at his request, but it
remained thrumming alongside his.
“Don’t stop, Wolf. Please. Please, don’t do
this.”
He dragged his rough jaw against my cheek and
breathed in. “I can’t. I just can’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut, almost as if
it hurt. He waited a few minutes, hid body vibrated against mine, and his hands
continued to hold me. “I won’t have you wandering down here. You need to
leave.”
“What?” I whispered.
He gripped my waist tightly. “I want you to
leave, Scarlett. You don’t belong here!”
I rubbed my hands across the muscles of his
chest and his breath hitched. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With
you.”
He growled and leaned his body into mine. “Me
too, gorgeous. Oh God, me too.”
I started writing at the age of
sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s
Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing
romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say
it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it
influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary
Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N.
Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out.
Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were
they hot.
So
here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many
sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and
possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had
delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new
worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I
want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them
into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,
without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to
entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am
satisfied.
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