Atoned Biker: Devil's Crucifix MC, #3

By Vivian Gray

Atoned Biker is book 3 and the finale of the Devil's Crucifix MC trilogy!

I'm about to take her 'til I break her.

I always get what I want, and what I want is her.
She can try to fight it, but we both know she wants to be owned.
She wants to be held close and made to moan for hours.
And I'm coming to finish what I started.

ASH

A violent past poured blood onto my soul and burned hellfire in my heart.
I've been trying to get out for so long.
But now everything I care about is burning.

Dani has her whole life lying ahead of her.
And now one of my demons is threatening to strip it all away.

The thing is, I'm not exactly innocent in Dani's downfall.
My enemy may have lit the match.
But I'm going to throw gasoline on the fire.

Because Dani ventured too close to the inferno in my mind.
Even though she shouldn't want me.
Even though touching me is a risk few have survived.

A woman like her just can't stay away from my heat.

But I'm the only one who can keep her alive.
Here in this outlaw world, I rule by force.
Survival of the fittest is the name of the game.

And she fits perfectly on the back of my chopper.

I don't care that she didn't invite me into her life.
I'm here now.
And protecting her is all I give a d*mn about.

Better than she's kept safe by a monster than chained down by a devil.

DANI

Where there's smoke, there's fire.
Getting close enough to burn was never part of the plan.
But Ash took that choice away from me.

Ash. A man whose chiseled, tattooed body is matched only by his ruthlessness and loyalty.
A man who confuses, arouses, and frightens me.

I didn't ask for him to save me.
And just because I owe him my life, doesn't mean I plan on letting him collect his debt.

At least, that's what I told myself.
But Ash is coming to claim what's his – what's rightfully his.
And I'm about to discover what it's like to be owned.

Because the look in the biker's eyes says he's moments away from erupting.
I've got nowhere to run.
Nowhere to escape those rough hands claiming every curve.
Nowhere to hide from that gaze that strips me bare.
No way to shut out the words as he leans down and whispers in my ear…

"You belong to me."

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386460619

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Atoned Biker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Devil’s Crucifix MC Book 3)

By Vivian Gray

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I’m about to take her ‘til I break her.

I ALWAYS GET WHAT I want, and what I want is her.

She can try to fight it, but we both know she wants to be owned.

She wants to be held close and made to moan for hours.

And I’m coming to finish what I started.

ASH

A violent past poured blood onto my soul and burned hellfire in my heart.

I’ve been trying to get out for so long.

But now everything I care about is burning.

Dani has her whole life lying ahead of her.

And now one of my demons is threatening to strip it all away.

The thing is, I’m not exactly innocent in Dani’s downfall.

My enemy may have lit the match.

But I’m going to throw gasoline on the fire.

Because Dani ventured too close to the inferno in my mind.

Even though she shouldn’t want me.

Even though touching me is a risk few have survived.

A woman like her just can’t stay away from my heat.

But I’m the only one who can keep her alive.

Here in this outlaw world, I rule by force.

Survival of the fittest is the name of the game.

And she fits perfectly on the back of my chopper.

I don’t care that she didn’t invite me into her life.

I’m here now.

And protecting her is all I give a d*mn about.

Better than she’s kept safe by a monster than chained down by a devil.

DANI

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Getting close enough to burn was never part of the plan.

But Ash took that choice away from me.

Ash. A man whose chiseled, tattooed body is matched only by his ruthlessness and loyalty.

A man who confuses, arouses, and frightens me.

I didn’t ask for him to save me.

And just because I owe him my life, doesn’t mean I plan on letting him collect his debt.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

But Ash is coming to claim what’s his – what’s rightfully his.

And I’m about to discover what it’s like to be owned.

Because the look in the biker’s eyes says he’s moments away from erupting.

I’ve got nowhere to run.

Nowhere to escape those rough hands claiming every curve.

Nowhere to hide from that gaze that strips me bare.

No way to shut out the words as he leans down and whispers in my ear...

You belong to me.

Chapter 1

Man. I look like crap . I can’t help but notice the smeared black mascara that’s running down the side of my face, the lipstick that is only partially sticking to my lips, and the swollen cheeks streaked from crying. I quickly run over to my tiny makeup bag a pick out the makeup remover wipes. I haven’t used these in months. I can’t even remember the last time I really got dressed up.

Just hours ago, I was thrilled to be feeling like a woman again. I had this gorgeous hunter green dress given to me by a man who knew how to take a woman to bed. I am still wearing the lacy bra and panty set Ash had picked out for me, even though the circumstances have changed. He won’t be seeing them on me tonight. Or any night.

I had cried bitter tears in the back seat of that cab as it drove away from Ash and the empty restaurant. As it pulled closer to home, I promised myself these would be the last tears I shed over him. It is over. His lack of respect for me forced it to be done. I want no part of someone who can’t even give me the respect to tell me who tried to kill me.

And what about that whole ‘come live with me’ thing? What was that all about? If he really thinks I am in any danger, he is dead wrong. I am fine here in my hotel room. I am fine out there in the field fighting fires. I am totally and completely fine. I don’t need him or his boys or even Jamie fighting my battles for me. I know how to take care of myself.

Yet I find myself looking over my shoulder when I hear footsteps outside on the terrace. It’s probably just a guest walking to his car. But it’s followed by the crisp, banging sound of a door slamming shut and my hands jump in the air as if I’m being shot at. My heart thumps into overdrive, going a million miles a minute, as I will myself to get up and go take a look past the large velvet window drapes and outdoors.

Of course, it’s just as I thought—completely clear, without so much as a tumbleweed in sight. I don’t even see a trace of Marco, even though I’m pretty sure he’s still supposed to be on shift watching after me. His familiar red and silver bike isn’t sitting outside my door as he watches some show on his cellphone. There aren’t even traces of his cigarettes smoldering in a massive pile—a horrible habit I’ve been giving him crap about since day one.

Maybe calling off the guard is Ash’s not so subtle way of telling me he was letting go. Maybe I got through to him with the whole we’re over screams. I have to admit that I half expected for him to chase me down, especially after how hard he pursued me the first time I told him to stay away. But today’s fiasco was totally different. What had happened between us was a slap in the face and a punch to the gut. I cut him off at the head with no way for him to get back into my good graces.

On the side table next to me, my small handbag begins to vibrate wildly. I walk reluctantly over to it, my stomach falling into a pit as I try to think of what to say if the person’s face on the screen is Ash. But to my complete surprise, I don’t have to tell anyone off or go through another crying session. It’s Jamie.

Hello? I ask cautiously, choking back the knot in my throat. The last time I spoke to Jamie, it wasn’t particularly great either. I had essentially drawn a line in the sand that told him, too, that nothing between us would ever come to be. What he is doing calling me when I am off-duty is anyone’s guess.

Hey, Dani. Um, look. I didn’t want to call you or anything, but it’s the department... He sounds distant, nervous. It’s as if he thinks he’s dipping his foot into the rivers of hell.

But I’m not keyed into him or whatever he is mumbling. I ask almost too eagerly, The department? What’s going on? Do they need me to start my shift early? Any distraction would be more welcome than spending the rest of the evening here alone in my hotel room listening for make believe sounds and letting Ash’s threats about the unidentified boogeyman haunt me into madness.

Yeah, actually. The crew was called into this massive fire down in Jamesville, and they’re looking for reserves. I told them I’d call the volunteers. I know you’ve got your fireman’s test tomorrow, so I understand if you don’t want to spend all night at the house, but it wou—

No! Jamie! I shout over him, cutting him off before he could get to his apologetic, puppy dog routine. "I’ll come in. I’m dying of, um, boredom here, and I need something to do. Plus, I wouldn’t mind hanging