She is forbidden, but that doesn't stop Lucien from wanting her...
Lucien Silver is the president of The Brothers of Menace MC. He knows he screwed up three months ago by letting the daughter of the VP of his club stay at his house one night. Callie is young and off limits, and although nothing happened between them, he should have told her father, Kink. Lucien may want Callie desperately, but having her would be a betrayal of Kink and the club.
Callie wants Lucien, and she knows he wants her, too. But being with him would cause bad blood between her dad and Lucien. She doesn't want club relationships ruined, but her feelings for him grow, and Callie knows she can't stay away.
When Kink catches Lucien with Callie together all hell breaks loose. Lifelong friendships are tested, blood is spilled, and anger and pain entwine. Lucien and Callie must decide if being together is worth it all.
“Lucien.” She breathed out his name, feeling her hands tremble even harder now. “I’ve never…” She trailed off, feeling a little embarrassed at her inexperience. She wanted to give him everything he needed as a man, wanted to be able to pleasure him as much as he would surely pleasure her.
“Oh Callie, baby.” He pulled her close, cupped her cheek, and stared into her face. Even in the darkness she saw his nostrils flare and this possessive, dangerous look cover his face. “You’re a virgin?” he almost groaned out.
He asked the question, and she nodded. But it was due to the way he said it, soft and low, and filled with a lot of emotion, that she felt her throat close. Lucien backed her up until the edge of the bed came in contact with the back of her knees. She slowly lowered herself to the bed, and stared up at him. He held onto her chin, tilted her head back, and braced his other hand on the bed as he leaned in close to her face. They breathed the same air for a second, and then he was kissing her again.
“Callie, baby. You’re killing me here,” he said against her mouth, and then groaned out loud. “I’m your first, and I’ll be your fucking last,” he said possessively, fiercely, and she knew without a doubt he was telling the truth. “Your cherry is mine.” He stroked her lips with his tongue, and moved his hand down her chest, over her belly, and rested it on her panties. “Your pussy is mine.” He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth until she groaned out, and he slipped his hand inside the waistband of her underwear, but didn’t so much as rub her clit. “You are mine.”
She felt that truth deep in her body, and knew without a doubt he meant every word. He took a few steps back, started removing his cut, and then went for his t-shirt. When he was shirtless, and started working at undoing his belt, button, and zipper, she stared at his chest. Hard planes of muscle covered every inch of his broad chest. The large tattoo in the center of his chest was of the Brother of Menace logo. It beckoned her with the temptation of the dark side, the forbidden corner of her life that she had never thought she’d venture to. His arms were covered in ink, all dark and intricate as they told a story. Because she couldn’t help herself, Callie let her eyes travel lower. A line of dark hair started below his navel and made a trail down his rippling abdomen to disappear beneath his pants. The low throb that had been present between her thighs now became a fierce pounding that demanded to be noticed.
“If only you knew what I see when I look at you.” His voice was low and filled with heat. Finished getting undressed, he now stood there completely naked, unashamed or bashful of his nudity, and rock hard for her. “If only you knew that I’d kill anyone that hurt you.” His words were low and deep and held a hell of a lot of threat.