Screwed (Book 2): Lightning Bolts MC, #2

By Sophia Gray

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

She's screwed if she submits, and screwed if she doesn't.

DANE

I'm at this auction for revenge, not a woman.

But it's not any old auction: it's one where virgins are up for sale.

And the moment I see Michelle on that stage, I have to have her.

I bid, and I win.

Taking her home, I seduce her. She screams my name all night while I claim her as mine.

But I still have my revenge to seek, and with every passing day, I'm drawing closer.

Until Michelle gets caught up in the bloodshed.

The enemy has taken her.

And as I realize Michelle is the one thing I ever gave a damn about…

…I fear my quest for vengeance has already destroyed her.

MICHELLE

My mother is dying, and the money has dried up.

I need cash—and quick.

When I hear about a scandalous auction, I sign up.

I'm willing to give my virginity to the highest bidder. I don't care who he is.

But I don't expect a man like Eric to buy me.

He takes me home and strips me bare.

He kisses me and brands me as his, and I can't help but desire his touch for eternity.

I shouldn't give my heart to him. Only my body, like we'd agreed.

But now his enemies seek my blood.

And I know that Eric is the only man I can trust to keep me safe.

And the only man I will ever love.

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Every girl needs a bad boy alpha male biker hero to protect her, and Michelle is no different. Eric may be a Motorcycle Club bad boy, but that won't stop him from buying the girl of his dreams and breaking her completely to make her his. This dark romance love story with sex is a thrilling romantic suspense novel that is 100% guaranteed to blow your mind and make you scream with delight. Get ready to get SCREWED by the biker!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393499831

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Screwed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lightning Bolts MC Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

She’s screwed if she submits, and screwed if she doesn’t.

DANE

I’m at this auction for revenge, not a woman.

But it’s not any old auction: it’s one where virgins are up for sale.

And the moment I see Michelle on that stage, I have to have her.

I bid, and I win.

Taking her home, I seduce her. She screams my name all night while I claim her as mine.

But I still have my revenge to seek, and with every passing day, I’m drawing closer.

Until Michelle gets caught up in the bloodshed.

The enemy has taken her.

And as I realize Michelle is the one thing I ever gave a damn about...

...I fear my quest for vengeance has already destroyed her.

MICHELLE

My mother is dying, and the money has dried up.

I need cash—and quick.

When I hear about a scandalous auction, I sign up.

I’m willing to give my virginity to the highest bidder. I don’t care who he is.

But I don’t expect a man like Eric to buy me.

He takes me home and strips me bare.

He kisses me and brands me as his, and I can’t help but desire his touch for eternity.

I shouldn’t give my heart to him. Only my body, like we’d agreed.

But now his enemies seek my blood.

And I know that Eric is the only man I can trust to keep me safe.

And the only man I will ever love.

EVERY GIRL NEEDS A bad boy alpha male biker hero to protect her, and Michelle is no different. Eric may be a Motorcycle Club bad boy, but that won’t stop him from buying the girl of his dreams and breaking her completely to make her his. This dark romance love story with sex is a thrilling romantic suspense novel that is 100% guaranteed to blow your mind and make you scream with delight. Get ready to get SCREWED by the biker!

Chapter 1

Icould have killed him for being so crass and nasty. What right did he have to make fun of me? He was the leader of a biker club, for God’s sake, and he’d been in prison. I knew he had. He wasn’t fooling me with the I was away for a while story. I still didn’t know what he had done, but considering the way bikers weren’t known for being good citizens I could only imagine. I hoped it wasn’t anything like murder.

And he was the one who bought me! That was the worst part, that he had the nerve to make fun when he was the idiot who bid thirty grand. What a double standard. But weren’t men full of double standards? They could run around acting like sluts, sleeping with anything they saw, but let a woman do it and she was lower than low. It never failed.

He made me feel like a whore. That was the worst part. That was what really got under my skin and made me want to claw his eyes out. He had given me an experience I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest, dirtiest fantasies...then made me feel like a whore for wanting the money that had led to it.

Okay. Maybe that did make me a whore. But he knew why! It wasn’t for drugs, or a shopping addiction. I was trying to make my mom’s last days as good as I could. Where was the crime in that?

I should have known he was just as he appeared on the surface. Arrogant, heartless, callous. I was ashamed of myself for ever having slept with him. Of course, the fact that it was my first time made it even worse. I wanted to take a scalding hot shower.

First, however, I needed to get my money.

The cab dropped me off in front of the warehouse. I asked the driver to stay—I didn’t love the idea of waiting here for another one, no matter who was still inside. Now that the area was mostly deserted it was beyond creepy. The high-end sports cars parked there earlier in the night had made it a little more inviting.

There were no cars there now. Nothing at all, in fact. The little grate at the top of the metal door was dark. When I’d arrived earlier in the evening, there had been a warm light glowing from inside the building.

I knocked on the door, looking around for a buzzer but coming up empty. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering despite my heavy coat. I didn’t like the feel of any of this. I knocked again, harder this time.

You okay, miss? I mean, it doesn’t look like there’s anybody there. It doesn’t look like there’s ever anybody there.

I shot him what I hoped was a reassuring smile and knocked for a third time, feeling like the world’s biggest fool. How could there be nobody here? Why the hell hadn’t I found out exactly what it was I’d needed to do when the deed was finished? Damn it!

I saw a random man hanging out just past the building, near an alley between the warehouse in question and another one beside it. Hi, sorry to bother you, I said, hating myself for walking up to a total stranger but seeing no other way out of the mess I was in. Do you know if the people who work in here are still here? I was with them earlier tonight, at an event inside. I had expected them to still be here.

He looked at me like I had two heads, and I knew I wouldn’t have otherwise spoken to him. He made Dane look like a priest. Uh, no. He looked around, scratching his arms. I ain’t seen nobody. You better go now. He looked terrified, like he thought I was setting him up for something or trying to get him in trouble. I hurried away without another word.

Tears burned in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I wanted to scream, cry, rage against something or somebody. I wanted them to feel as terrible as I did. I wanted them to hurt and feel like a whore, the way I did. I hated myself for letting myself be tricked. That had to be the answer. I had been tricked into sleeping with Dane, and I had nothing to show for it. Mom would live out the rest of her days knowing she was leaving a terrible burden behind for me, and there was no way for me to make her more comfortable and see that she got better care. I was a loser, a naïve simpleton for believing it was all going to be so easy. Nothing in life was that easy. Hadn’t I learned all about that by now?

I stood with my back to the warehouse door, my head in my hands. I had never known self-hatred as strong as what I was feeling in that moment. I was so ashamed. I’d given my virginity to a heartless bastard, and for nothing.

How could they do this? I realized I had no idea who they were. I couldn’t even track them down to give them a piece of my mind if I wanted to. They could get away with it. I wondered if the other girls had done their research, or if they had jumped at the chance the way I had. They had to be as desperate as I was if they were willing to auction themselves. Besides, it wasn’t like the event had