Dirk (Book 2): Shattered Hearts MC, #2

By LENA PIERCE

This is book 2 of the Shattered Hearts MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

Dirk Dvorak takes what he wants.

He came to keep me safe.

He won't rest until he's claimed me for himself.

But betrayal on all sides leaves us with only each other.

Can I trust the man who's sworn to break me?

MEGHAN

I got away from the biker life a long time ago.

Since then, I've put as much distance as possible between myself and my brother's club, the Shattered Hearts MC.

I built a new life.

Away from the hatred.

Away from the violence.

But then my brother gets in touch and tells me I'm in danger.

Now, whether I like it or not, he's pulling me back into the world of the Hearts to "protect" me.

The man he sends to collect me is everything I ran away from.

Dirk Dvorak is dangerous, deadly, and drop-dead gorgeous.

And if I'm not careful, he's going to break my heart.

DIRK

One rule in the biker world:

Do what your president says.

But when the job turns out to be collecting his baby sister and keeping her out of trouble, the stakes are that much higher.

I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself.

But that's impossible.

Because Meghan is sassy, fierce, and too tempting.

I've kept my distance until now, but I won't last much longer.

The problem is, it's never as simple as making her mine.

This started as a straightforward bodyguard gig.

But then the killers came for us.

And now it's a whole new ballgame.

There's blood to be shed.

A woman to be protected.

And maybe, at the end of all this…

A new life with her, there for the taking.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393189428

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Dirk: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Shattered Hearts MC) (Book 2)

By Lena Pierce

Dirk Dvorak takes what he wants.

HE CAME TO KEEP ME safe.

He won’t rest until he’s claimed me for himself.

But betrayal on all sides leaves us with only each other.

Can I trust the man who’s sworn to break me?

MEGHAN

I got away from the biker life a long time ago.

Since then, I’ve put as much distance as possible between myself and my brother’s club, the Shattered Hearts MC.

I built a new life.

Away from the hatred.

Away from the violence.

But then my brother gets in touch and tells me I’m in danger.

Now, whether I like it or not, he’s pulling me back into the world of the Hearts to protect me.

The man he sends to collect me is everything I ran away from.

Dirk Dvorak is dangerous, deadly, and drop-dead gorgeous.

And if I’m not careful, he’s going to break my heart.

DIRK

One rule in the biker world:

Do what your president says.

But when the job turns out to be collecting his baby sister and keeping her out of trouble, the stakes are that much higher.

I’m supposed to keep my hands to myself.

But that’s f**king impossible.

Because Meghan is sassy, fierce, and too d*mn tempting.

I’ve kept my distance until now, but I won’t last much longer.

The problem is, it’s never as simple as making her mine.

This started as a straightforward bodyguard gig.

But then the killers came for us.

And now it’s a whole new ballgame.

There’s blood to be shed.

A woman to be protected.

And maybe, at the end of all this...

A new life with her, there for the taking.

Chapter One

Meghan

He looks down at me , moving his hand from my hip to my ass. He rubs it softly. I feel his cock pressing through his denim, right into my belly. He’s so big and strong and rock-hard for me. I try and think of a way that I can escape him, but I can’t and I’m not sure if I want to anyway. I’m still aching from last night but as he smooths his hand over my ass, my body responds despite me. My pussy aches and gets tight, wet, wetter. My head swims.

Then he lets me go and takes a step back, leaving me flushed and panting. You get to have the best of both worlds, Meghan. You get fucked like a whore but you can keep the moral high ground and pretend you’re above it all. You get to do what you want and keep your righteousness.

Righteousness, I repeat, shaking my head. You’re such a cynical man, Dirk.

Maybe I am. He shrugs. But you know the rules now, so I don’t need to hang around shooting the shit.

He turns away from me as though I am nothing, the same way a man turns away from a tool he’ll know will be there when he turns back. A mini rebellion riots within me at the sting of it, the absolute disregard of it. I’m not somebody he can just turn away from, not after all that’s happened between us. He’s trying to pretend that I’m nothing to him, that I am as powerless as a child. But I see through it.

Wait, I whisper, kicking my shoes off and padding over to him. I stand on my tiptoes and stare into his eyes when he turns around. You’re going, just like that?

I see it in his eyes, the way they flicker over me: he’s hesitating. I have him, or at least a part of him. I don’t stop to question why that’s so important to me. Really? I go on, when he just stares. You’re going to grab me like that and then just leave? You really are an asshole, aren’t you?

I’m flattered that I can get to you so much.

Get to me? Now it’s my turn to turn away, which I do with a flourish. I’m painfully aware of his eyes on me, following every movement, much more than I have ever been with other men. The floor may as well be a catwalk when I pace over to bed and lean forward. I pretend to adjust the pillows but really I’m sticking my ass out at him, tempting him. I don’t care what you do, I say when I’m sure I’ve got him riled up.

Sure you don’t, he mutters.

I turn on him as he approaches. Don’t you have business to take care of, biker man?

Yeah, he says. I do.

I meet him in the middle, kissing him before he can kiss me. He may be in charge, but that doesn’t mean I can’t reclaim some small sense of power. I kiss him hard, the same way he kisses me, and then place my hands on his shoulders and lift myself up. He has no choice but to catch me. I wrap my legs around his hips and kiss him even harder, taking in every breath of him, moaning louder and louder each moment, gasping with the pleasure. I grind my hips up and down, rubbing my groin against his cock.

Then both of us are scrambling to take our clothes off, our eyes locked together. He very well may be in charge, but right now, in this moment, neither of us are. We are both captive to this feeling—it’s almost a