Dirty as Sin (Book 2): Renegade Devils MC, #2

By APRIL LUST

This is book 2 of the Renegade Devils MC trilogy. Book 3 is available everywhere now!

Our sinful secrets might destroy us.

He's a very bad man.

The thing is, I'm not such a good girl myself.

We mix about as well as oil and water…

And the secrets we're each hiding are about to set the whole mess on fire.

BELLA

I told myself I shouldn't.

I told myself I wouldn't.

But then… I did it anyways.

The outlaw biker was just too hot to resist.

Too powerful and dominant.

Too handsome and cruel.

I wanted to see what those hands could do to my forbidden body.

And even though it risked annihilating the fragile peace that held my family and his motorcycle club in check…

I went to bed with the beast.

The stakes are too high to keep going.

But the nights in his arms are too good to stop.

It's only when he finds out my hidden truths that all hell breaks loose.

Because once he discovers who I really am, a new task falls on my plate.

I have to kill the man who I'm just starting to love.

JAX

She was only meant to be a one night stand.

But there was no way I was leaving something that good behind.

I don't know who she is, but I'm determined to find out.

I don't care that I don't have time for her.

I'll make time.

Even though my sister is missing and my club desperately needs my guidance…

I can't stop wanting to sin again and again with the mystery girl.

But it doesn't take long for things to spiral out of control.

Secrets coming to the surface that might destroy the worlds we were born to protect.

Betrayals brewing that will test everything we've ever known.

And, worst of all…

A baby in her belly that was never, ever meant to be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: May 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393975007

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Dirty as Sin: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Renegade Devils MC) (Book 2)

By April Lust

Our sinful secrets might destroy us.

HE’S A VERY BAD MAN.

The thing is, I’m not such a good girl myself.

We mix about as well as oil and water...

And the secrets we’re each hiding are about to set the whole mess on fire.

BELLA

I told myself I shouldn’t.

I told myself I wouldn’t.

But then... I did it anyways.

The outlaw biker was just too hot to resist.

Too powerful and dominant.

Too handsome and cruel.

I wanted to see what those hands could do to my forbidden body.

And even though it risked annihilating the fragile peace that held my family and his motorcycle club in check...

I went to bed with the beast.

The stakes are too high to keep going.

But the nights in his arms are too good to stop.

It’s only when he finds out my hidden truths that all hell breaks loose.

Because once he discovers who I really am, a new task falls on my plate.

I have to kill the man who I’m just starting to love.

JAX

She was only meant to be a one night stand.

But there was no way I was leaving something that good behind.

I don’t know who she is, but I’m determined to find out.

I don’t care that I don’t have time for her.

I’ll make time.

Even though my sister is missing and my club desperately needs my guidance...

I can’t stop wanting to sin again and again with the mystery girl.

But it doesn’t take long for things to spiral out of control.

Secrets coming to the surface that might destroy the worlds we were born to protect.

Betrayals brewing that will test everything we’ve ever known.

And, worst of all...

A baby in her belly that was never, ever meant to be.

Chapter One

Bella

He throws me onto the bed, which is good because I can barely move. He spreads my legs, then slides himself all over me. Like those full body strokes, only now it’s his cock doing the stroking. When it gets to my mouth, I slip my lips over it, reveling in its incredible hardness.

He pulls himself back, pats my head. Good, but right now, he can’t wait. There’s something else he’s been wanting all night.

He drags it all along my trembling body. Until he reaches my pussy, which I shove up to join him. He gives me an amused look and shoves himself into me. After so long wanting it, the pleasure leaves me shaking. Jesus, he’s a perfect fit, just the right size. I’m so... full.

God, you’re tight, he says, as his cock twitches with its own joy in me. He pulls out until only the tip is in, then shoves himself back in all the way. I’m going to carve you into my size, he growls out.

My hands claw at his back, and he starts pumping himself into me, my pussy screaming ecstasy with every thrust.

A custom fit, he says, his half-lidded gaze on my pussy. He shoves himself in harder, and then harder. This is my pussy, and I will do to it what I see fit. And then he’s jerking himself into me firmly, pitilessly, each thrust more intense than the last.

I grab his buttocks, pull himself into me more, harder. I can’t take anymore and yet more is exactly what I need. Already I’m almost at the edge. His lips meet mine, and my teeth bite at them, draw blood. He raises his hand, shoves himself into me the hardest yet. Our eyes meet, and I smile, glance at his raised hand.

Do it, I say, Do it.

And he pulls out then shoves himself back in again. His cock meets the back of my pussy at the same time his hand meets my cheek, and my stinging pain fuses with my singing ecstasy, and my joy is streaming down my legs, his cock jerking inside of me. I pull it out, and he drags it over me, one final full-body stroke leaving a spray of white in its wake.

And then my body is one up-down stroke of his pleasure, and we immerse ourselves in each other. At some point, I’m being lifted again, brought back to the tub again, my old friend. I’m being cleaned. I’m lying on the floor as something white is tossed beside me, and something white is picked up and put in its place.

And then I’m tucked into the billowing whiteness, into the ivory limbs of the white man, and then all is silence.

WHEN I WAKE, WE’RE in a tangle of blankets and limbs and soft breaths. Every breath seems slower, more relaxed. Words spill out of my lips, just part of the calm in-time breathing, just natural.

What do you think of sex trafficking?

We both stiffen at the same time, and I close my eyes in horror. Why in hell’s name did I say that? Am I trying to give myself away? Now his chest is a hard plate and his eyes probing searchlights.

Why do you ask?

I close my eyes again, try to burrow into him deeper. I never really thought of it, but lately I found out more about it, looked into it deeper, and it just sickens me.

He doesn’t answer for a minute, and then he shifts. For one terrible second, I think he’s getting out a gun or a knife. But he just pulls me in tighter, and murmurs, Me too. It’s always easier not knowing, not really thinking about it, staying in the dark. But it’s not honest.

I peer into his face. The words don’t belong to him, to Jax Forester, fearsome leader of the Renegade Devils, the unfeeling, hardened sociopath. And yet, as my gaze traces the edges of his sculpted profile, the high, proud line of his cheekbones, the noble slope of his nose, the hanging too-big lower lip, I realize I’m not looking into the face of Jax Forester at all.

The man I’ve heard about is more legend than fact, caricature than real person. This man in front of me, however, this man I’ve experienced first-hand, is nothing like the stories led me to expect.

I grab a chain around his neck. What’s this?

His hand closes around mine. That was from my mother.

Oh. I release my grip, but he doesn’t release his.

She’s dead, he adds. She was the kindest, most gentle woman I ever knew. And she died. His hand squeezes mine. She was shot, he says, his voice loud, angry.

I glance at Jax’s face. The mask of cold fury with narrowed slits of eyes and flared nostrils is almost unrecognizable. My hand feels like it’s being squeezed into dust.

Hey, I say, but he’s deaf to my words. Hey, I say, louder this time, pulling back.

Coming back, Jax releases me and shakes his head. Sorry.

It’s okay, I tell him, curling back into his chest.

He strokes my head absently. She was the best thing in my life, and now she’s gone. My dad’s never been around, so now it’s just me and my sister. His hand stops. Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear my whole family sob story.

The words come out before I can stop them: My mom’s dead too.

What?

She killed herself. My words leave a long absence in their wake.

I’m sorry, he says.

I don’t say anything more, wiping away the tears leaking out of my eyes. If I get started crying, I’ll never finish. If I tell him how my mom killed herself because of something my dad still won’t admit he did, I’d have to explain that, when my dad stayed at home after her death, I forgave him. If I tell him how my dad is a brave man, a loving father and a criminal all at once,