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    Devils In My Bed: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Cutthroat 99 MC, #2
    Devils In My Bed: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Cutthroat 99 MC, #2
    Devils In My Bed: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Cutthroat 99 MC, #2
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    Devils In My Bed: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Cutthroat 99 MC, #2

    By Evelyn Glass

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    DEVILS IN MY BED is book 2 of the Cutthroat 99 MC trilogy. Book 3, DEVIL AT THE ALTAR, is available everywhere now!

    I’ll give her what she craves and take what I want.

    The devils left her shattered and broken.

    She needed a savior, but what she got was a monster.

    A monster who wants to hear her plead.

    A monster who will make her scream.

    They stripped everything from her and took what little she had left.

    She was left broken and hollow—with no-one else to turn to.

    When I found out what the bastards did to her.

    When I saw how the way they left her.

    Something inside of me snapped.

    She knew her share of monsters.

    She knew men like me.

    But I’ll be goddamned if I let her go.

    Not before I tame her.

    Not before I own her.

    Not before I take what I want.

    Again and again.

    Until she’s mine.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateMar 19, 2018
    ISBN9781386901013
    Devils In My Bed: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Cutthroat 99 MC, #2

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      DEVILS IN MY BED: Cutthroat 99 MC (Book 2)

      By Evelyn Glass

      I’ll give her what she craves and take what I want.

      THE DEVILS LEFT HER shattered and broken.

      She needed a savior, but what she got was a monster.

      A monster who wants to hear her plead.

      A monster who will make her scream.

      They stripped everything from her and took what little she had left.

      She was left broken and hollow—with no-one else to turn to.

      When I found out what the bastards did to her.

      When I saw how the way they left her.

      Something inside of me snapped.

      She knew her share of monsters.

      She knew men like me.

      But I’ll be goddamned if I let her go.

      Not before I tame her.

      Not before I own her.

      Not before I take what I want.

      Again and again.

      Until she’s mine.

      CHAPTER ONE

      When James said Dix lived in a trailer, she didn’t know he meant a camper. He opened the door and ushered her in. Her parent’s house was maybe fifteen hundred square feet, and the apartment she and Leo lived in was perhaps nine hundred, but both those were palatial compared to Dix’s trailer. No wonder he didn’t cook or eat at home.

      The front two-thirds of the trailer was one room composed of a seating area and kitchen. There was a wall that formed a short hall, then another room with a bed visible, and that was it. No television, no computer, no nothing. Unlike James’s cluttered house, Dix’s trailer was sparse without any personal touches. The only thing that seemed out of place was a thick book lying on the couch.

      It’s not much, but it’s home. Want a beer?

      Thank you, no.

      I’m going to grab a shower, then I’ll take you back to the motel. James will kill me if I get the inside of his truck greasy, he said as he moved down the hall then turning into the bath. Make yourself at home! he called as the water started.

      She looked around then flopped onto the couch and picked up the book from the Douglas Public Library. She frowned, then flipped through the book. It was an in-depth look into the design and construction of the Roman Aqueduct system. She scanned a few pages, but this was no grade school primer, the book full of technical discussions about the hydraulics involved in moving large amounts of water over vast distances. With no television or computer, this was obviously Dix’s preferred method of entertainment.

      She heard the water stop, and watched as he stepped into the hall then his bedroom completely naked and totally unself-conscious. She only got a peek at his manhood before he turned away, but his ass and back were well-muscled and defined.

      She was still watching when he stepped back into the hall, wearing pants but no shirt. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly going dry. He was no body-builder, but he was well muscled in the way of a man who was used to hard work. He ran his fingers though his hair as he stopped at the small refrigerator and pulled out a beer.

      You sure you don’t want one? he asked offering her a bottle.

      May I have a sip of yours?

      He smiled and twisted the cap off, offering her the bottle as he sat down. Oof, he grunted. I’m beat. Give me a minute then I’ll take you back to the motel.

      She took a swallow of beer then handed him the bottle. He accepted the bottle then took a generous pull from it before sitting it on the counter.

      You’re reading this? she asked, holding the book up.

      Yeah. I love reading that stuff, how the during the Italian Renaissance, and the Roman’s, Greeks and Persians before them, built these massive structures before modern technology. It boggles my mind. What? he asked as she continued to look at him.

      You aren’t like any biker I’ve known.

      Why? Because I read a book?

      "Not reading a book, but reading this book. And you seem to care about something other than yourself and your club."

      I care about the Cutthroats, he protested.

      "But you don’t care only about the Cutthroats. I can’t imagine Leo, or anyone from the Firechrome, doing any of the things you have done over the last couple of days."

      I’m not Leo, and the Cutthroats are not the Firechrome, he said firmly.

      No...no you’re not, she said as she leaned in slightly.

      She looked at him, her face tilted up, her lips slightly agape, inviting him to kiss her. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her slowly. She rose up slightly, breathing hard as she leaned in, her hands going to his face.

      She pulled back from him and began to unbutton her shirt before he took her hands and stilled them. You don’t have to do this, he said, his hands still holding hers.

      I want to.

      Are you sure?

      She paused as she thought about it. Yes, she finally said softly. When he released her hands, she finished unbuttoning her shirt then unzipped his pants. He was already hard as she tugged his manhood out. She was bending to take him into her mouth when he stopped her.

      What? she asked confused.

      Wait, not like this. He rose to his feet, beer forgotten, and pulled her slowly to her feet. She began to crouch, but he pulled her up again. Slow down, he whispered.

      Don’t you want me to blow you?

      He felt ridiculous standing there with his cock hanging out, so he tucked himself away before slowly pulling her to his bedroom. The moment he turned to face her again, she began pulling at his pants. He allowed her to open them, but when she moved to crouch again, he again pulled her up again and into a kiss. She responded by kissing him savagely as her hand slithered into his pants and began to stroke his cock.

      What’s wrong? she asked as he pulled her hand away again. Don’t you want me?

      Not like this. Her vibe was all wrong, as if she were going through a script or performing a part for him.

      She pulled back and looked at him, then looked down. I’m sorry. I should go. She began to turn away.

      Stay, he said as he took her arm and turned her back to face him.

      I don’t know what you want.

      I want you.

      I...but...I tried to blow you, and give you a handy, but...isn’t that what you want? I don’t know what you expect!

      No, he said softly, pulling her back to him. "I want you, the real you, not this you, not the you where you think you have to do what I want or is expected. I want the you I kissed in front of the motel room last night." He tipped her face up and kissed her softly.

      She allowed him to kiss her but she didn’t know how to respond or what he wanted from her.

      Relax, he said softly as he pulled back, his lips close to hers. "Let yourself go. Forget about what I want, give me what you want."

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