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    Bloody Biker: Devil's Crucifix MC, #2
    Bloody Biker: Devil's Crucifix MC, #2
    Bloody Biker: Devil's Crucifix MC, #2
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    Bloody Biker: Devil's Crucifix MC, #2

    By Vivian Gray

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    Bloody Biker is book 2 of the Devil's Crucifix MC trilogy. Book 3, Atoned Biker, is available everywhere now!

    I'm about to take her 'til I break her.

    I always get what I want, and what I want is her.
    She can try to fight it, but we both know she wants to be owned.
    She wants to be held close and made to moan for hours.
    And I'm coming to finish what I started.

    ASH

    A violent past poured blood onto my soul and burned hellfire in my heart.
    I've been trying to get out for so long.
    But now everything I care about is burning.

    Dani has her whole life lying ahead of her.
    And now one of my demons is threatening to strip it all away.

    The thing is, I'm not exactly innocent in Dani's downfall.
    My enemy may have lit the match.
    But I'm going to throw gasoline on the fire.

    Because Dani ventured too close to the inferno in my mind.
    Even though she shouldn't want me.
    Even though touching me is a risk few have survived.

    A woman like her just can't stay away from my heat.

    But I'm the only one who can keep her alive.
    Here in this outlaw world, I rule by force.
    Survival of the fittest is the name of the game.

    And she fits perfectly on the back of my chopper.

    I don't care that she didn't invite me into her life.
    I'm here now.
    And protecting her is all I give a d*mn about.

    Better than she's kept safe by a monster than chained down by a devil.

    DANI

    Where there's smoke, there's fire.
    Getting close enough to burn was never part of the plan.
    But Ash took that choice away from me.

    Ash. A man whose chiseled, tattooed body is matched only by his ruthlessness and loyalty.
    A man who confuses, arouses, and frightens me.

    I didn't ask for him to save me.
    And just because I owe him my life, doesn't mean I plan on letting him collect his debt.

    At least, that's what I told myself.
    But Ash is coming to claim what's his – what's rightfully his.
    And I'm about to discover what it's like to be owned.

    Because the look in the biker's eyes says he's moments away from erupting.
    I've got nowhere to run.
    Nowhere to escape those rough hands claiming every curve.
    Nowhere to hide from that gaze that strips me bare.
    No way to shut out the words as he leans down and whispers in my ear…

    "You belong to me."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateMar 18, 2019
    ISBN9781386819912
    Bloody Biker: Devil's Crucifix MC, #2

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      Book preview

      Bloody Biker - Vivian Gray

      Bloody Biker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Devil’s Crucifix MC Book 2)

      By Vivian Gray

      Vivian%20Gray_Bloody%20BIker.jpg

      I’m about to take her ‘til I break her.

      I ALWAYS GET WHAT I want, and what I want is her.

      She can try to fight it, but we both know she wants to be owned.

      She wants to be held close and made to moan for hours.

      And I’m coming to finish what I started.

      ASH

      A violent past poured blood onto my soul and burned hellfire in my heart.

      I’ve been trying to get out for so long.

      But now everything I care about is burning.

      Dani has her whole life lying ahead of her.

      And now one of my demons is threatening to strip it all away.

      The thing is, I’m not exactly innocent in Dani’s downfall.

      My enemy may have lit the match.

      But I’m going to throw gasoline on the fire.

      Because Dani ventured too close to the inferno in my mind.

      Even though she shouldn’t want me.

      Even though touching me is a risk few have survived.

      A woman like her just can’t stay away from my heat.

      But I’m the only one who can keep her alive.

      Here in this outlaw world, I rule by force.

      Survival of the fittest is the name of the game.

      And she fits perfectly on the back of my chopper.

      I don’t care that she didn’t invite me into her life.

      I’m here now.

      And protecting her is all I give a d*mn about.

      Better than she’s kept safe by a monster than chained down by a devil.

      DANI

      Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

      Getting close enough to burn was never part of the plan.

      But Ash took that choice away from me.

      Ash. A man whose chiseled, tattooed body is matched only by his ruthlessness and loyalty.

      A man who confuses, arouses, and frightens me.

      I didn’t ask for him to save me.

      And just because I owe him my life, doesn’t mean I plan on letting him collect his debt.

      At least, that’s what I told myself.

      But Ash is coming to claim what’s his – what’s rightfully his.

      And I’m about to discover what it’s like to be owned.

      Because the look in the biker’s eyes says he’s moments away from erupting.

      I’ve got nowhere to run.

      Nowhere to escape those rough hands claiming every curve.

      Nowhere to hide from that gaze that strips me bare.

      No way to shut out the words as he leans down and whispers in my ear...

      You belong to me.

      Chapter 1

      Holy hell. Did I just do that? Did I just kiss Ash Cooper? What the fuck am I doing? What am I thinking? This isn’t right. This so isn’t right. It was a momentary lapse of judgment. It was just him taunting me getting the better of me. I have to break my lips free from his, but they’re just so soft, so wet. He tastes a bit like smoke and earth, all things that make a good man.

      His tongue massages the insides of my mouth, expertly exploring inside of me, while my head leads the way. It’s frantic and furious with neither of us wanting to break first for air. Our hands wrap up into one another until I pull them down towards my sides, just next to my knees. He struggles against me, wrapping them around the back of my thighs so his fingers and thumbs rest just on the thin layer of spandex covering the back of my slit.

      Every part of me wants him like this, with me on top. He was right: I don’t have any control in my life, but it sure doesn’t feel like he was going to give me any either. The way he is subtly controlling the movement of my mouth, how his hands rub up against me just so, how he bites down on my lip when I let out a soft moan. If I am going to have him, I am going to have to give up some of my power.

      I sit up, pulling away from him like a soft snap. I use his hands a cushion to lift myself up onto my knees. He stares up at me as I undo my hair from the tight ballerina bun on the top of my head. The long golden curls fall quick against my chest. I brush it all to one side as I place a hand to his chest, feeling the curve of his sternum through his tight black t-shirt.

      Black. Always black. He has darkness written all over him. Even the black, blue, and graying tattoos that trace his neck resemble smoke clouds crawling up the side of his lean, sculpted body. My hand travels up towards the marks till a fingertip just barely scrapes the surface of his prickled, hot skin. I move upwards to his neck so my fingernails lay into the underside of his long jaw. They wrap around his neck so he is forced to lift off of the ground.

      He floats me off of the ground so I am resting on his hips with my back up against his hitched knees. I lean back slightly, letting him take me all in. I feel the pressure of his hands on the curve of my thighs and hips move through my thin stomach. The roughness of his skin mixes with the moisture still sticking to my body. I let my back fully sprawl out onto him as my head tips back looking up at the ceiling. My eyes snap shut, enjoying him outlining the curve of me.

      His hands reach the underside of my breasts as he quickly cups them together. They just barely fit his whole palms before spilling out the sides of his fingers. He rubs them tightly together and then closed, moving them in slow, agonizing circles that make my toes curl into the mat for support. How can such an innocent touch feel so badly needed?

      As his forefingers continue to massage deeply into my chest, his thumbs transfer to my back to find the hooks of my bra. I have no idea how he does it (all that practice?), but he manages to release the clasps, sending the tight fabric of my sports bra flying free on the ends. Natural instinct has my hands flying to catch my naked breasts from exposure, but he catches one of my hands in mid-air and softly lays it back on the ground next to his legs. I let it dangle by the side, willing it to stay in place.

      He lies back for a second. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the strength of his stare on my large breasts. My chest is practically heaving with desire. Make a move. Take them. Touch me. Please, God! Do something. It is painful enough to just want his contact; it is worse when you want him to take you in the worst of ways.

      Ash lets out this long, tickled laugh, one that shakes his entire body under me. I pull myself up against his knees to see him do me such an injustice. He sighs as he says so satisfied, I have never seen tits as beautiful as these. Who knew?

      Before I can stop him, punish him for being cruel and a tease, he dives in face first between the line of my breasts. His hands push the full parts of my sides together against his face so I can feel his stubble rub roughly against me. Those thumbs again appear as they circle my darkened nipples that have formed little arrows at their tips.

      He pinches them slightly with the thumb and his pointer. Even though it’s a tiny little movement, it sends monumental shock waves across my skin. I practically convulse between my thighs as I lean my weight back into his hips, rocking slightly with the waves of his hands pushing me deeper into the rhythm.

      Ahead of me was this guy, this amazingly good-looking guy working my breasts and nipples like they have never been worked before. And under me is the feeling of the same man’s cock growing and hardening as my hips danced and reeled in pleasure on him. I love what he is doing to me, but I don’t want it like this. I want to be in control.

      As Ash pulls me forward, his hands leading one of my nipples to his wet lips, I push away. My hands reach behind me to flatten

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