Devil in Leather: The Horsemen MC, #2

By APRIL LUST

This is book 2 of the Horsemen MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

The devil himself can't keep my woman or my baby away from me.

I had Victoria once, and I haven't forgotten her since.

She hasn't forgotten me, either.

It doesn't matter that there's a whole world trying to tear us apart.

Because the baby I left in her belly is the only reason I need to go claim her for myself.

MATT

My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend.

Afterwards, I told myself that I'd never let a woman get under my skin like that again.

But then Victoria walks into my bar and flutters those lashes at me, and I feel that old familiar urge again.

I have to have her.

So that's exactly what I do.

I take her home, make her scream as I bend her senseless.

The morning after, though? She disappears.

I tell myself it's for the best.

Until I realize that little Vicky was keeping a big secret from me.

She's got a famous last name, a very rich family, and a closet full of secrets.

And one of those secrets?

She's carrying my child.

But my former partner in crime wants revenge on me.

And just as I find my woman again, everything goes wrong.

No matter what happens, though, I will get Victoria back.

Because she—and our baby—are mine.

VICTORIA

Growing up the way I did wasn't as great as you'd think.

I had everything I ever wanted – except for my freedom.

My parents won't let me live my life.

So, one night, I sneak away and meet the biker.

He's the filthiest man I've ever seen.

And when he touches me, I don't want him to stop.

He takes me home and gives me a night I'll never forget.

But that one night has consequences I never could have expected.

And when I realize I'm pregnant, I don't know what to do.

My parents want me to marry another man.

That's when the bad boy storms back into my life.

He refuses to give me up, but how can we be together?

I'm a princess; he's a biker.

But when I'm kidnapped, our differences don't even matter anymore.

Because I know that this outlaw is the man for me…

…and that he owns me: body, heart, and soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393369875

Book preview

Chapter 1

Victoria is telling the truth. She's never been with another man.

Killian had tried, that night. Oh, Killian had tried. He had flirted and talked up all manner of things. Victoria is too naïve—she thought he was just kind.

But she'd been wrong.

Killian had been looking for something. He had wanted a quick fling, a one night stand. When Victoria stuttered out a refusal, he grew incensed. His fingers had clamped tightly around her wrist.

Victoria felt sick then, and for a moment, she feels sick now, but not with fear nor with regret. She's sick with excitement, sick with lust and love and nerves. Her hands flutter over Matt's back when he shifts, sliding his own down her body and hiking her skirt up.

The panties don't come back. Instead, Matt brings his hand down, hard. The shock of the slap is only slightly muffled by Victoria's wet panties. There's nothing to muffle her yelp, however, loud and high-pitched. Matt!

Matt doesn't say anything. He brings his palm down again, this staccato sort of thing.

Matt, squeals Victoria. What are you doing?

Whatever I want, answers Matt. That's what you said I could do, right? Whatever the fuck I want? Well, I want to hear you scream.

You always hear me scream, pants Victoria. Lifting her head up is too much effort. Already, it feels like the blood has turned solid in her veins. Always.

Not loud enough, mutters Matt. He brings his hand down one more time, then roughly rips her panties down. They stay tangled up around her knees. There's no way for him to settle between her legs, and that's clearly something Matt's not interested in.

His hands land on Victoria's breasts, roughly groping them through her dress. Fingers seek out the cloth-hidden nipples, doing their best to pinch at them, to press against them.

I want to hear you howling, says Matt. I want to hear you begging me to fuck you harder, better yet, let's hear you beg me to stop.

Victoria shakes her head, just slightly. I'd never.

You might. I'm not quiet like you, Tori. I'm not into this gentle shit.

I don't want you to be gentle, insists Victoria. I want you to be you. I want...you said you were going to teach me something. You said you were going to show me something.

Matt laughs. The sound is low and rough. Damn right. You really want me to?

Please?

All right, fine. I'd love to fuck you raw, sweet cheeks. I'd love to just take you right here and now. But why don't we take a few moments and get into the bedroom? You're probably going to like this better with something extra.

Victoria stares up at him with heavy lidded eyes. Then, in a motion she hopes she won't regret, she gives an uncaring shrug.

THEY END UP IN THE bedroom. Their clothing is scattered about the floor, a messy trail of their affections tonight. That's how Victoria thinks of things, after all. This isn't just sex, and it's not just a one-off deal.

Matt wouldn't be so tender if it were. Victoria is certain the girls he's slept with in the past—the ones that don't mean anything—didn't get treated like this. The blanket is soft under her bare skin. She's laying on her stomach, face resting on her folded arms.

There's no one else in the room.

Stay here, Matt had said. Stay here.

Then he left the room, vanishing into the adjacent bathroom. Time passes at an agonizingly slow rate. Victoria closes her eyes and focuses on trying to breathe.

And then, suddenly, the bed gives under Matt's knees. Something cold and slick is squeezed out of a bottle; lube drips down onto the small of Victoria's bare back, onto her hips, her ass. It drips down the crack between her cheeks, making her gasp at the strange sensation.

She asks, Matt?

Just focus on breathing, says Matt light-heartedly. You wanted to learn, right? You wanted me to fuck you however I want.

Victoria says, Yes, just because she's not sure what else he wants to hear. The word seems strange. It seems like far too little.

This moment, it seems huge. It seems massive.

Matt drags a hand down her back. A single finger slips between Victoria's cheeks, pressing against her anus. It's a tight thing, something that's never been touched before. It makes her stomach twist, makes her heart skip a beat.

Matt?

It's fine. Just breathe.

He pushes, hard. The lube makes the entrance easy enough, but the feeling is strange. It doesn't hurt, but it's not the same instant pleasure that comes from having a finger in her pussy, either. It's more cold than anything else, even when Matt crooks his fingers and starts trying to delve even deeper into Victoria's tight and unyielding passage.

The second finger comes a few moments too soon. Matt isn't a patient man. It was a failing with Emily, he knows, who never wanted to try anything new. That one hurts, but just for a moment, just a little bit. It's a spark on her spine; it's a tightness in her chest.

She bites her bottom lip, hard.

Breathe, reminds Matt. He puts his free hand on Victoria's hip. It's both for comfort and for leverage because he starts moving his hand a moment later, pumping those two lube-covered fingers into Victoria's tight ass. You just have to remember to breathe, baby. Everything else is on me. I've got this.

You've got this, echoes Victoria distantly. She screws her face up and tries to do as she's told. It's a feat that becomes immensely difficult when a third finger starts trying to breach her tight, pink opening.

Victoria moans. She presses her face against her arms, not sure whether to balk away from the sensation or buck up towards it. Maybe both, as her body jerks and jumps in all directions.

The hand on her hip suddenly makes sense. Matt leans against his nude princess, drinking in the curve of her spine and the breadth of her shoulders.

Easy, he says, and then there are three fingers in her ass, and everything goes horribly still.

It hurts.

It hurts in a way Victoria doesn't understand.

It hurts like having her cunt slapped, like having her nipples pinched.

It hurts in a good way.

Matt, begs Victoria. Matt!

Matt hums. He spends a few more moments trying to stretch out Victoria's ass, but the passage is unyielding. Every twitch makes it curl tighter, makes the anticipation that much greater. Then, finally, he pulls his hand out of her ass and lubes her up a second time.

This is going to hurt like a bitch, warns Matt.

That's okay, pants Victoria. I don't mind.

Matt laughs. The sound