A late night phone call was never supposed to cause so much torment.
Ripper will do anything for Chaos Bleeds, including cleaning up the Princess’s mess. When Judi calls him, he answers without thinking, and soon he has a dead body to hide and a car to destroy. He will do everything in his power to protect the young woman. What he doesn’t expect is the lust that hits him from being around her.
After being used by a pimp, Judi never expected to sexually want a man. Devil and his crew saved her from hell, but Ripper is throwing her headfirst into heaven. Ripper’s touch makes her crave everything she’d given up on.
However, Devil has adopted Judi as his daughter. No one touches or hurts the Princess of the club. What will Devil do when he learns that one of his most trusted men has claimed Judi for his own?
Be Warned: anal sex, spanking, sex toys, violence
Looking out of the window, he saw the last of the bikes disappearing before heading to the back and sitting opposite the woman who was plaguing his thoughts.
She tensed as he sat down.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing, I wanted to see how you were doing.” He leaned back, watching her.
Judi paused, putting her fork down onto her plate. “I’m fine, Ripper.”
Staring into her dark brown eyes, he wondered what was going on in that head of hers. She had always fascinated him, but he’d cut any of the thoughts or curiosity from his mind. For the first time in the last two years, he wanted to get to know more.
“What did you want me to say?” She hadn’t picked up her fork to eat some more.
Leaning over, he snagged one of her pancakes and ate it himself. “Last night you killed a man. I’m not a fucking idiot, and I don’t need a degree to know it fucks with people’s heads.” His first kill had left him reeling for days. To get over it he’d drunk, done drugs, and fucked every pussy available to him to stop thinking about what he’d done. Being in the club helped him even more.
Tears filled her eyes, and she looked down at her food.
“I’m trying not to think about it.”
Her voice was only a whisper, but he caught the sadness in her tone.
“You need to think about it but get over it.”
She looked up, glaring at him. “You told me not to mention it outside of that hotel room. Why are you forcing me to talk about it?”
“Because I was being an ass, and you deserve better. Killing a man doesn’t make things easier. I took care of it, but you need to take care of it here.” He pressed his fingers to her temple.
“I’m never going to be able to get over it. I killed a man.”
“I know. I’ve killed many.”
She closed her eyes, picking up her fork to start playing with her food. “How did you handle it?”
“The usual way, drinking, snorting, and fucking. I doubt it’s going to work that way for you.”
Judi shook her head. “I’ve fucked enough men.”
His hands fisted at his sides. “Don’t,” he said.
“Don’t what? It’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not. You were fucked by men, forced to do it. You were never willing.”
“How do you know?” she asked, glaring at him.
“A willing woman doesn’t get beaten black and blue by their pimp.”
Her cheeks were bright red. Reaching over, he took hold of her hand. “I bet you don’t even know what it’s like to experience a real orgasm.”
Shut up, Ripper.
He didn’t listen to reason. “Do you even know what it’s like to have a man filled with the need to pleasure you, licking your sweet pussy?”
She gasped, looking up at him. “Ripper, what are you doing?”
“Nothing. Fucking nothing.” He stood up, throwing some notes down onto the counter. “If you ever need me, call me.”
He stormed out of the diner, straddling his bike.