She's the club's ghost. The woman who slips through shadows, guarding her little brother's life like it's the last bullet in her gun. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Until I crash into her world, a prospect with grease under my nails and a hunger that doesn't ask permission.
That stockroom owns our first sin. Dim light cutting through leather-thick air, engine oil sharp on our skin. I back her against the shelves, her breath hitching as my hands claim what's been fighting me since day one. She defies me with those eyes, all wary heat and buried thrill, but her body arches into mine. Sweat slicks us together, every grind a promise of ruin. She's mission-bound, loyal to the core, but I feel her tremble, vulnerability cracking open in the dark.
Club trials grind us closer. That ruthless enforcer's gaze lingers too long, sniffing betrayal in every stolen glance. My claim on her? It's reckless fire in a powder keg. Unproven hanger-on that I am, I anchor her when threats circle her kin. Basement hideouts where she shakes against me, raw need stripping her control bare. Even sunlit kitchens steam with our laughter, her guard slipping as I pull her under.
Yet surrender terrifies her. One wrong move, and her sibling's safety shatters. Her fragile ledger of secrets burns. My obsession? It demands everything. She yields inch by inch, but the pull tears at us both. What if owning her means I lose the only woman who makes this prospect life feel like king?
A full-length possessive MC erotic romance featuring a rough-edged biker prospect and a fiercely guarded operative.
