Sinner’s Pet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Book 2): The Immortal Devils MC, #2

By Heather West

This is book 2 of The Immortal Devils MC trilogy. Book 3 is available everywhere now!

He kept me caged and made me his little pet.

SIERRA

I can't say I don't deserve this.

After all, I crossed the line…

And the security system protecting a priceless jewel I'd come to steal.

But it was all a trap.

A setup.

And I'm the one who's going to pay the price.

He's not going to torture me – at least, not in the way you're thinking.

The MC president has way more wicked, sinful ideas in mind.

The kind that involve whips and chains and leather and moans.

The kind that keep me up all night long.

Like an animal, I'm at the biker's feet…

On my knees….

Begging for sweet release.

GUNNER

I've got the tattoos, the scars, and the leather kutte that all tell the same story:

Crossing me has consequences.

These hands have done damage to the men in my past who thought they could outwit an outlaw king like me.

Needless to say, they were dead wrong.

Emphasis on the "dead."

But I've never met a woman bold enough to test me before.

And the punishment for her crimes will be a little bit different.

She thought she could seduce me?

Use her body to lower my defenses?

What a stupid mistake.

I caught her, and she's mine now.

Mine to do with as I please.

My little pet is in for one hell of a night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: May 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393606451

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Sinner’s Pet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Immortal Devils MC) (Book 2)

By Heather West

He kept me caged and made me his little pet.

SIERRA

I can’t say I don’t deserve this.

After all, I crossed the line...

And the security system protecting a priceless jewel I’d come to steal.

But it was all a trap.

A setup.

And I’m the one who’s going to pay the price.

He’s not going to torture me – at least, not in the way you’re thinking.

The MC president has way more wicked, sinful ideas in mind.

The kind that involve whips and chains and leather and moans.

The kind that keep me up all night long.

Like an animal, I’m at the biker’s feet...

On my knees....

Begging for sweet release.

GUNNER

I’ve got the tattoos, the scars, and the leather kutte that all tell the same story:

Crossing me has consequences.

These hands have done damage to the men in my past who thought they could outwit an outlaw king like me.

Needless to say, they were dead wrong.

Emphasis on the dead.

But I’ve never met a woman bold enough to test me before.

And the punishment for her crimes will be a little bit different.

She thought she could seduce me?

Use her body to lower my defenses?

What a stupid mistake.

I caught her, and she’s mine now.

Mine to do with as I please.

My little pet is in for one hell of a night.

Chapter One

Sierra

I guess you know by now I’m planning on taking you up on your offer to stay here with you, I told Gunner in bed on the morning after our second night together. We lay in bed with our naked bodies pressed against each other. His arm was around my waist and I had my fingers intertwined with his on my stomach. His arms and hands were so large compared to mine. I really liked the way it felt to have my hand on top of his.

Good, he said smoothly in my ear. For how long?

As long as you’ll have me, I told him.

That could be for a while, he teased. Are you sure you’re ready for that?

You’ll run me off eventually, I answered him, and I knew he would. Once I completed my job, I would find a way to either run off before he noticed or get him to run me off before he could realize it had been me.

He sighed. We’ll see.

I knew he didn’t believe me. He didn’t have any reason to. He didn’t know who I really was, and so far things had been pretty good between us, so there was no reason to pretend we could see the future. Besides, it was one of those silly things people always said at the beginning of every relationship. It was the same argument every time. Except I wasn’t saying it out of low self-esteem or because I was trying to get more attention from him. I was saying it because I knew it to be true. This thing we were doing had an expiration date on it.

Well, if you’re going to stay, we’re going to need to set up some rules, he said, and he slid his hand down between my legs, stopping as his fingers slid down over my slit.

What kind of rules? I asked.

Sexual rules. You’re going to need to know how to behave if you’re going to stay with me, he said with his lips just over my neck. He kissed me as his fingers slid along my lips.

Is that so? I asked. I grabbed his hand and pulled it back up to my stomach. I was going to need to know more about these rules before I let anything go on this morning.

Well, first, if you’re going to stay, you have to agree that your body belongs to me, he said. Then he kissed my bare shoulder.

What does that mean? I asked playfully.

It means that you agree I can have you any time I want you, and any way I want you, he explained.

What if I don’t want it the way you do? I figured that was the logical question that needed to be asked next.

Well, that’s the second rule. If you don’t want to consent to behavior, or if you’re unsure, we have safe words, he answered in a patient tone.

Safe words, I repeated. My blood turned to ice. He was serious.

Yep, and I believe in keeping them simple. So, if everything’s good, it’s green. I don’t expect to actually use that one, but I might ask you if everything is green or whatever to make sure we’re good. If we need to slow down, or if you’re unsure, use yellow. It’s not a definite no, but it means we’re being careful. And if it’s a no, that’s red. You tell me red, we stop what we’re doing, he explained to me.

Green, yellow, and red, huh? I laughed. He was actually serious about it. What had I gotten myself into?

What do you think? I felt his weight shift behind me as he sat up to check on me.

I think I’m going to be using safe words, I told him, taking a deep, shaky breath. I couldn’t deny that all of this was something new to me, and it was making me nervous to agree to it all. Is there a third rule?

He was quiet for a moment, and I started to think he was trying to come up with the third rule.

You can’t make it up right now. I laughed.

No, I’m not making it up. I’m trying to decide if I really want to tell you what it is, he said cautiously.

Well, how am I supposed to obey the rule if I don’t know it, Gunner? I teased.

Okay. The third rule is that as long as we’re doing this, it’s just us, he said.

Of course it is. I gave his hand a squeeze. I’m not that kind of girl, I told him. It struck me as a little odd that he would make that one of his rules.

What I mean to say is that as long as we’re doing this, you are mine and mine alone. Out of respect for you, I will not bring anyone else into this situation without getting the literal green light from you. Also, if you want to try anything we’ve done with someone else, I want you to talk to me first. But, if we are expecting this to only last for so long, then I don’t expect either of those situations to happen.

Great. Me either, I told him. What