Restrain: An MC Romance: Blackened Souls MC, #2

By Naomi West

Restrain is book 2 of the Blackened Souls MC trilogy. Book 3, Tether, is available everywhere now!

I REFUSE TO REST UNTIL SHE'S UNDER MY CONTROL.

New girl in town means fresh meat for the taking.
One and done is my usual motto… but this one is different.
Taking her once won't be enough.
I need her screaming my name, obeying my commands… and carrying my baby.

She looked like a fish out of water when she wandered into my town.
Said she was new around here…
But all I heard was "Take me, please."

Your wish is my command, princess.

I'm the man who will ruin her for all others.
Cocky as hell? Yeah.
Hotter than that? Damn straight.
And I'm more than ready to take this angel for a ride.

But there's more to this girl than meets the eye.
Turns out she was the bait in a trap I never saw coming.

I'm a lone wolf, not a breeding stallion.
But her father has other ideas.
And with a gun against my head, what other choice do I have?

Sleeping with Katrin is just the beginning of things.
Before I know it, there's a wedding on the horizon.
And my baby growing inside her belly.

I guess this is what happens when you lose control.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: May 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386313700

Naomi West

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Restrain: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Blackened Souls MC) (Book 2)

By Naomi West

I REFUSE TO REST UNTIL SHE’S UNDER MY CONTROL.

NEW GIRL IN TOWN MEANS fresh meat for the taking.

One and done is my usual motto... but this one is different.

Taking her once won’t be enough.

I need her screaming my name, obeying my commands... and carrying my baby.

She looked like a fish out of water when she wandered into my town.

Said she was new around here...

But all I heard was "Take me, please."

Your wish is my command, princess.

I’m the man who will ruin her for all others.

Cocky as hell? Yeah.

Hotter than that? Damn straight.

And I’m more than ready to take this angel for a ride.

But there’s more to this girl than meets the eye.

Turns out she was the bait in a trap I never saw coming.

I’m a lone wolf, not a breeding stallion.

But her father has other ideas.

And with a gun against my head, what other choice do I have?

Sleeping with Katrin is just the beginning of things.

Before I know it, there’s a wedding on the horizon.

And my baby growing inside her belly.

I guess this is what happens when you lose control.

Chapter One

Pistol’s stomach was growling when he woke. For a second he felt confused, disoriented. He’d been dreaming. He realized. He just didn’t remember about what. He pulled himself upright, and immediately regretted it. He had a killer headache. He closed his eyes for a few seconds until the worst of it passed, then blinked around the room.

Shit. That was right. He was in Leonard Smith’s marital fun house. He glanced at the space beside him. Empty. And that side of the bed was made. Christ and the fuckin’ Apostles. He sighed, rubbing his temples. He didn’t remember much about last night, but it was slowly coming back to him. He recalled leaving the empty whiskey bottle on the front porch, and staggering inside. Up the stairs ... into the master suite.

And then he’d lain down beside her.

I didn’t touch her, did I?

No, no. He wouldn’t have done that.

He remembered the warmth of her body. Her rapid breathing, telling him she was still awake. That she was scared. Of him.

That used to feel like a victory, that ability to make people afraid. With words or guns or sometimes just his presence. Now it made him feel scummy.

He got up slowly, padded into the bathroom and pissed for about five minutes straight. Then he got in the shower and turned the water on hot as he could stand. Like he was trying to burn away the memories of the past month. The shower stall was big. Lots of shelves. On the outside, the house had looked almost old-fashioned. But on the inside, everything was stark and modern. Pistol hated it. He wanted a place that felt like it had been a home for a long, long time. A place with history, character.

Like the clubhouse. He’d go over there for a while today. Give Katrin some space. As long as Leonard Smith wasn’t stalking him, keeping track of how much time he actually spent in this house with his new wife.

When the water started running cold, he got out of the shower and searched around for towels. The bathroom closet was full of them — color coordinated, soft, expensive, and neatly folded.

Aw, thanks Leonard.

He dried off, then left the towel on the floor and walked back into the bedroom. His suit from the day before was crumpled in one corner. He went to his duffel bag and pulled out a T-shirt and jeans, pausing for a few seconds to actually look at the room — he’d barely noticed it last night. Beige walls, blue curtains. Bedspread and pillows a sort of shiny slate gray with gold trim. The bed was in an alcove, and had a swirly, gold metal frame. The whole place felt completely foreign.

He had to get out of here.

He rummaged around in the duffel for some boxers, and was startled by a creak behind him. He straightened and whirled to find Katrin in the doorway. She threw a hand over her eyes.

Oh God. She backed out of the room. Sorry. Sorry...

That bad, huh? he couldn’t resist cracking.

I’ll come back when you’re finished.

He heard her hurry across the hall and down the stairs.

Okay, so it wasn’t a great sign that his wife’s reaction to his naked body was to cover her eyes and run away. Maybe it was the tattoos? He grinned to himself, looking down at his inked body.

His smile faded. He hadn’t imagined that charge between them at the bar, had he? The heat that coulda given a Texas summer a run for its money. Or yesterday, that kiss. The fierceness in her when she’d kissed him, like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to kill him or fuck him. He ran a hand absently over his mouth.

Yeah. Definitely had to get out of here.

KATRIN WAS MAKING BREAKFAST. Aggressively. Chopping peppers and onions for an omelet with a strength and speed she hadn’t known she possessed. She heard Pistol come downstairs, and worked faster. Cracked two eggs into the tiny skillet. She was making one omelet. If Pistol thought she was going to fix breakfast for both of them like a good little wife, he had another think coming.

But he walked right past her. Went to the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice.

She was still trying to get the image of his naked ass out of her mind. Okay, so she wasn’t trying that hard to get it out of her mind. If anything, she was purposely replaying it on a loop. Pure muscle, that ass. And those long, furrowed thighs, the depressions when he’d flexed his shoulders...

And then he’d turned, and she’d covered her eyes, but not before she’d glimpsed his dick.

The guy was hung.

Pistol opened the carton and began drinking from it.

Hey! she said, turning. Don’t do that.

He raised his eyebrows. Brought the carton down and smacked his lips. Why not?

It’s gross.

He shrugged. I’m uncivilized. Get used to it.

All right. So he was purposely trying to piss her off. Go figure.

He stuck the carton back in the fridge. Found coffee in the cabinet and started making a pot, while she pretended to be completely uninterested in what he was doing.

I promise. I won’t do anything to you. I’m not like that.

And he hadn’t. Probably because he’d been passed out drink. But still. It was getting easier to be around him without panicking. She wasn’t about to let her guard down. But she didn’t want to live in complete fear of him, either.

Tomorrow, I have errands to run, she said brusquely, using a spatula to scrape egg from the side of the skillet. She didn’t really have errands. But she’d find some. And then she remembered she didn’t have a car anymore. Shit. And you... Do you have a job? She could see him bristle.

Matter of fact, I do. Work at J&J Auto. Be there eight to six tomorrow.

So we won’t see much of each other. Was it her imagination, or did he look stung by the relief in her voice?

Listen, he said, leaning against the counter. Katrin looked up. Her gaze immediately went to his crotch, before she managed to pull it back up. Are we gonna keep avoiding each other, or are we gonna talk about this?

Katrin chewed her lip. What is there to talk about?

Look, I ain’t happy about this situation either.

Part of her felt a little hurt. What the hell was wrong with her? And part of her was furious. "You’re not happy? I got married off to a criminal. My dad picked out my goddamn wedding dress. I have no idea what you’re doing here, whether you’re—"

"I’m here because your dad made me marry you. His voice rose. You said you and your dad were close. Close, huh? You just didn’t notice that he was a complete fucking psychop—"

Were you in on it? She demanded. Did you ... plot with my father?

Hell no! He sounded insulted. He pointed a gun at me, beat the shit out of my best friend, shot one of my brothers, and told me how this was all gonna go down. Not exactly my choice.

She flinched. Her dad had shot one of the Blackened Souls?

They were both breathing hard again. Katrin had a bizarre urge to kiss him. Then the energy left her and the tension seemed to drain out of him too.