Merciless: A Bad Boy Baby Motorcycle Club Romance: Iron Reapers MC, #2
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Merciless is book 2 of the Iron Reapers MC trilogy. Book 3, Ruthless, is available everywhere now!
She’s a good girl who’s too innocent and pure to know what it means to be around someone like me.
But this isn’t about what she wants.
It’s about what I want.
And what I want is to wreck the good girl in every way I can.
Claim her. Use her. Make her mine.
New Orleans might be the Big Easy, but this girl is anything but.
I was here on business for my club—the Iron Reapers MC—when Sasha came into my life.
She’s a good girl surrounded by a city of sin and debauchery.
She’s so innocent that from the first whiff of her, I couldn’t keep myself away.
She’s too good of a girl to be wrecked by a monster like me.
I want to see how far I can push her. How much she can take.
I want to hear the soft moans from her lips when I pull her close.
But I don’t just want to make her moan.
I want to make her scream.
Scream to be taken.
Scream to be used
Scream to be mine.
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Merciless - Claire St. Rose
MERCILESS: Iron Reapers MC (BOOK 2)
By Claire St. Rose
SHE’S A GOOD GIRL WHO’S too innocent and pure to know what it means to be around someone like me.
But this isn’t about what she wants.
It’s about what I want.
And what I want is to wreck the good girl in every way I can.
Claim her. Use her. Make her mine.
New Orleans might be the Big Easy, but this girl is anything but.
I was here on business for my club—the Iron Reapers MC—when Sasha came into my life.
She’s a good girl surrounded by a city of sin and debauchery.
She’s so innocent that from the first whiff of her, I couldn’t keep myself away.
She’s too good of a girl to be wrecked by a monster like me.
I want to see how far I can push her. How much she can take.
I want to hear the soft moans from her lips when I pull her close.
But I don’t just want to make her moan.
I want to make her scream.
Scream to be taken.
Scream to be used
Scream to be mine.
CHAPTER 1
Sasha
The sprawling lawn of the ULA campus greeted me like an old friend. I strolled across it, inhaling the perfume of spring flowers on the breeze with a giant smile on my face. I remembered how in my first year of college, way back in my undergrad, I realized how strange it was that I was the only one who seemed happier to be in class than not. I had hated high school, like most people, but something about post-secondary just called to me. The professors treated me like an adult, I was learning things I actually cared about, and the school itself was a bevy of wonders.
I had done my fair share of partying, but the only time I’d ever missed a class was when I was sick. My adoration of school had hardly earned me many friends, but I didn’t care. I had a world-class education and a bright future ahead of me; everyone else could go stick it.
Today was one of the few times I wasn’t one hundred percent on board with being on campus. I was meeting with my advisor, Doctor Edward Gorman. He had been the lecturer in a few of my undergrad classes and had seemed the obvious choice when I decided to take my masters. It often seemed there wasn’t a thing he didn’t know about anthropology. He’d written enough books on the topic to fill a bookshelf. When I applied to take my doctorate, having him on my side would be the kind of boost that most students could only dream of.
That didn’t mean I liked him very much. He liked me, probably more than was appropriate. I always batted away his flirtations with tact and respect. I didn’t just dislike him because he wanted to sleep with me, though. He was the cockiest asshole I’d ever met, especially since he was middle aged and had an ever-expanding waistline. He knew he was brilliant, though, and that his impressive resume could be waved at almost any obstacle in his way. I knew for a fact that he’d slept with several of his students over the years. They all thought he was brilliant and that some of it would rub off on them if they hung around long enough. I wouldn’t have been surprised to learn he was selling better grades for the price of a good time, though.
Nevertheless, he was my ticket to academic grace. Though I knew being around him wouldn’t mean I got smarter by proxy, he often shared amazing ideas and insights into my work. And he was always happy to see me.
I stepped through the double doors at the front of the brick building Edward’s office was located in. The sunlight streamed through the windows in shafts of gold, lighting up the dusty interior and making the building seem so much friendlier than it did other times. Even that failed to brighten my darkening mood. I wasn’t in the mood for Edward today. I had a lot on my mind, and—for what was probably the first time ever—didn’t particularly want to think about or discuss my thesis.
At the top of the stairs and two doors down, Edward’s door was ajar. I knocked anyway, and his high voice said, Come in!
Inside, he was seated behind his desk, reading glasses perched on his nose as he glowered at the computer screen before him. I slipped in, leaving the door open, and took the seat in front of his desk. He clicked something on his screen and turned to me with a smile, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
Sasha! My favorite grad student.
He smiled, revealing crooked, yellow teeth. Besides that, he was handsome enough for his age. Sure, a bit pudgy, but he had a full head of hair and a pair of cornflower blue eyes that I could see some women being attracted to. Maybe.
Edward,
I replied, my own smile lengthening. How are you?
He sunk back into his chair further, crossing his arms over his chest as if in thought. The metal squeaked and groaned, noises that he was clearly used to. It would have driven me half crazy if I had a chair that did that. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t just buy a new one, but then again this was also the man who’d been using the same outdated computer since the first time I came into his office, and likely for at least a few centuries beforehand. I could hear it now, creaking away like there was a hamster on a wheel inside of it. The monstrosity of a monitor took up nearly half his desk. It was a wonder he ever got any work done.
I’ve been better, I’ll admit.
He gave me a weak shrug. Students have been inundating me with emails about their exam marks, and my bloody TAs are complaining they still need at least another week to mark them. You know how it is.
No, I didn’t. I doubted he even answered any of these emails in the first place, so I wasn’t sure why that would be a stressor on him. But I smiled and said, Well, it will all be over soon. You’re not teaching any summer classes this year, are you?
He laughed and waved a hand at me. Of course not. I’m far too busy for that.
Far too important, he meant. I doubted anyone who passed off the entirety of their marking to two overworked TAs would need to dedicate too much of their time to teaching. Especially since I knew for a fact, he’d been using the same slides for years. They were great slides, sure, but it still annoyed me how much he liked to whine about how hard his life was.
And how are you, my dear?
He looked