Starstruck Lust: The Destroyers MC, #2

By Zoey Parker

Starstruck Lust is book 2 of The Destroyers MC trilogy. Book 3, Starstruck Love, is available everywhere now!

She thinks she's an angel. But I'm gonna make her my horny little devil.

I'm from the gutter. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
But when I decide I want something, no obstacle can stop me.
As Abby Woodard's new bodyguard, her body is literally my responsibility.
And I plan on being very… hands on.

It's like she's playing a game:
How far can I push him?

She should know better.
I'm not a man who likes being provoked.
But that isn't stopping her.
The back sass, the disobedience…
It's all becoming too much.

Time to do what I've wanted to do since the moment I ended up in this stupid job:
Bend the little princess over my knee and spank her until she learns her lesson.

What happens after that is… complicated.
Explosive.
Unexpected.

And it crosses every damn line in existence.
Maybe I shouldn't have f**ked her.
But now that I have, there's not a man on earth who will keep me away from what's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Aug 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393170099

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STARSTRUCK LUST: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Destroyers MC Book 2)

By Zoey Parker

She thinks she’s an angel. But I’m gonna make her my horny little devil.

I’M FROM THE GUTTER. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

But when I decide I want something, no obstacle can stop me.

As Abby Woodard’s new bodyguard, her body is literally my responsibility.

And I plan on being very... hands on.

It’s like she’s playing a game:

How far can I push him?

She should know better.

I’m not a man who likes being provoked.

But that isn’t stopping her.

The back sass, the disobedience...

It’s all becoming too much.

Time to do what I’ve wanted to do since the moment I ended up in this stupid job:

Bend the little princess over my knee and spank her until she learns her lesson.

What happens after that is... complicated.

Explosive.

Unexpected.

And it crosses every damn line in existence.

Maybe I shouldn’t have f**ked her.

But now that I have, there’s not a man on earth who will keep me away from what’s mine.

Chapter 1

Abby

Icame back downstairs after I’d talked with my agent about the audition for my next potential role which he assured me I was a shoo-in for, and then my workout. I’d taken a shower to clean up, brushed my teeth, did my hair and makeup, and put on something that was casual enough to be believable that I wore it around the house, but slinky enough that I hoped it might entice my delicious bodyguard.

When I got downstairs, I found Kade just getting off the phone. Probably with Caleb. After all, he’d sworn that he’d call back. I was hoping that was the case, because if it was, it meant I’d dodged a second bullet.

Eventually, I would have to speak with my uncle and face the music, so to speak, but until then, I was going to dodge for as long as I could.

I came down the stairs quietly, considering my next move carefully. After my little announcement before I left, I was hoping that all sorts of raunchy things had been making their way through Kade’s head. I wanted him to want me and desire me until he was at the end of his rope so that the next phase of my great seduction would go through smoothly.

You shouldn’t be doing this, a very small voice in the back of my mind told me warningly. I wasn’t sure if it was some attempt at self-preservation or if it was something else, morality or personal boundaries or something, but it didn’t matter. I ignored it all the same.

Kade? I called, dragging his attention to me as I made my way down the last three steps.

Kade swiveled around to face me, apparently startled because he hadn’t heard my coming down. Which was, of course, the point. By the way his dark eyes dragged themselves over my body, I knew that I’d chosen correctly.

He definitely wants me.

Are you busy? I asked just as I stepped down off the last step. I was wearing flats because I didn’t want to risk falling down the stairs in five-inch heels just for the sake of being sexy. Besides, I figured he would notice something like that and probably resist me just because of it. Flats were casual and they went well with the pale pink sundress I was wearing. I didn’t think he was a pink kind of guy, but this was that peachy shade that made guys think of nipples and other things.

That was where I was hoping his mind was going right now as a matter of fact.

The dress was a bodice cut with a sweetheart neckline, which meant that it hugged my waist and flared out about halfway at my hips and the neck dipped low to accentuate my breasts.

And whether he was thinking of nipples and my soft, supple skin or not, he was definitely noticing my breasts and my legs slipping out from beneath the skirt of my dress.

No, he finally answered me, his voice coming out gruff. He seemed to be struggling with himself, maybe deciding where it was okay to look at me—there weren’t a lot of safe places, I was proud to say—or maybe trying not to jerk my body against his and do what I knew he wanted to do to me.

I didn’t want to ask about his previous phone call, though part of me was itching to do so. Deciding it would ruin everything I was working at right then, I just smiled and closed the gap between us.

Good, I told him. Because I believe I made you a promise earlier.

What promise? he asked, though I could tell by the way he swallowed heavily and his eyes darkened fractionally with what I was pretty sure was lust, that he already knew what I was about to say.

I smiled sweetly at him. I said I still had to thank you for saving my life, remember?

His body tensed and he said in a tone that was dark with emotion, No, you don’t. It’s my job.

But I shook my head, unwilling to let him so easily off the hook. I insist. You deserve a reward. My mind shot to the gutter as I considered all of the things that I could offer as a reward. I could slide my dress off right now and show him that I wasn’t wearing panties, or I could push him onto the couch and get down on my knees to undo his zipper. I could pull out his cock, which I had to believe was hard by now, and slip my mouth over the length of him.

I’ll bet he’d enjoy that, I thought to myself as my eyes darted down to his belt. He was wearing jeans so it was impossible to tell really if he was hard, but I thought they looked tighter than usual.

I could do other things, I thought. I could use my hands or my breasts—they were big enough to slide a cock between them—or anything he’d like.

And that was what I was going to do. Anything he’d like.

Swallowing as my heart beat rapidly with excitement, I said, And my reward is this: today, we do whatever you want.

Let him play with that idea! I thought giddily.

Whatever I want? he repeated back to me, his breathing coming a little more forcefully, his voice like gravel.

I smiled and nodded, stepping closer again until I was almost pressed up against him, until my chest was nearly flush with his. He stiffened and I was sure this time