LD. Desert Rebels MC, #3

She was beautiful enough to make men risk everything for one taste. But I wasn't a man-I was the monster people whispered about when the room went quiet. Violence, loyalty, and my club were all that mattered. The second she looked my way, I knew she was making a mistake. Because before this ended, she'd learn exactly how dangerous wanting me could be. ExcerptHe brought the bottle up to his lips, finished off the contents, and then threw it off into the darkness behind him in a violent move that caused me to shiver.
Then, without a word or warning, he took the few short steps to where I was sitting and reached for me. I gasped when his hands wrapped around my upper arms and he hauled me to my feet."You're going to regret this, but I know you want it as much as I do."I didn't have the wherewithal to utter a single word in response. It was all I could do to take in air as LD hauled me down to the edge of the porch where the light didn't reach us.
I didn't even make a token attempt to resist. He didn't give me the chance to anyway. He was big and brutal and so strong that I was helpless. The next thing I was aware of was being pushed up against the side of the house and crushed by the big body behind me."LD-""Don't talk, " he snarled against my ear. The feel of his hot whiskey breath against me caused a full-on body reaction. I could feel the strength of his arousal against my bottom and couldn't stop myself from thrusting back into it.
His hiss told me what I was doing to him. I was dressed for bed, barefoot, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of boy shorts and a cropped tank that left a lot of skin exposed. It was easy for him to finger the material aside. His movements were rough. I sucked in my breath as his teeth skated over the length of my exposed neck.*Explicit language and adult situations. Book can be read as a standalone but readers may want to read the series in order for a better reading experience.