Meant for Sin: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Thunder Riders MC) (Beards and Leather)

I’m nothing but a toy in the biker’s hands. <b>Nothing in this world comes for free. If I want Granite’s help, I’ll have to pay for it. But he’s only accepting one form of tribute: My bare body bent over his bed. ALLISON</b> Everything happened too fast. One bad idea after the next, until I ended up somewhere I never thought I’d be: Bared in the lonely bedroom of a man who’s dying to break me. I can see it in his eyes – those sharp, predator’s eyes. So hungry and cold. Staring right through me. Stripping me, breaking me, teasing me, owning me. All while he stands in the entrance, with that taut, tatted body of his at complete ease. His hands are by his side right now, but in a moment, they’ll be on me. And I’ll have no choice but to submit. Because, as sick and twisted as this whole situation is, one thing remains true: I need him. I need Granite more than I ever thought possible. I need him to help me rescue my brother from the clutches of a drug-dealing street gang that will kill Brandon if he ever tries to leave. I need him to keep me safe from the other brothers of the Thunder Riders MC, each of whom is more eager than the last to run their filthy tongues across my skin. But most of all, I need him to tame the fire that’s raging between my legs. I thought I was a good girl. But in Granite’s hands, I’m slowly learning the reality. As long as I’m here, I’m only meant for sin. <b>GRANITE</b> She’s terrified. Anyone could see that. Hell, I would be too, if I were a skinny, innocent little girl like her. There’s no one else here. No one to hear her scream or cry for help. No one… but me. But that’s what happens when you choose to conceal yourself in lies and step right into a bikers’ den. This ain’t no carnival. It’s not a damn country fair. It’s an outlaw motorcycle club, one of the most ruthless around. Real sh!t happens here – there’s drugs, guns, girls, and more cash floating around than a little princess like her could ever dream of. And if you step out