Wrenched (Book 1): Black Dragons MC, #1

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 1 of the Black Dragons MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

I wrenched her to her knees and made her pay the debt she owed me.

Her ex was a sadistic beast.

Beat her black and blue.

Kept her under lock and key.

She ran to get away from him… right into my arms.

I'm a monster, too, but in a different kind of way.

I'd never lay a hand on a woman who wasn't begging for my touch.

And it doesn't take long before that's exactly what Cassie's doing.

She should stay far away from me, but her body is betraying her.

Because in her head, she knows I'm a cold-hearted SOB who will be gone in the morning.

But in her heart, all she wants is to fall to her knees and take a raw ride on the biker.

I never planned on getting emotionally involved.

I've seen too much hurt in this life to expose my heart to more pain.

But Cassie is desperate for my help.

And when her abusive ex comes sniffing on her trail, I have no choice to intervene.

She's mine now.

And there's not a man in this world I'll allow to touch what belongs to me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393271772

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Wrenched: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Dragons MC Book 1)

By Claire St. Rose

I wrenched her to her knees and made her pay the debt she owed me.

HER EX WAS A SADISTIC beast.

Beat her black and blue.

Kept her under lock and key.

She ran to get away from him... right into my arms.

I’m a monster, too, but in a different kind of way.

I’d never lay a hand on a woman who wasn’t begging for my touch.

And it doesn’t take long before that’s exactly what Cassie’s doing.

She should stay far away from me, but her body is betraying her.

Because in her head, she knows I’m a cold-hearted SOB who will be gone in the morning.

But in her heart, all she wants is to fall to her knees and take a raw ride on the biker.

I never planned on getting emotionally involved.

I’ve seen too much hurt in this life to expose my heart to more pain.

But Cassie is desperate for my help.

And when her abusive ex comes sniffing on her trail, I have no choice to intervene.

She’s mine now.

And there’s not a man in this world I’ll allow to touch what belongs to me.

PROLOGUE

Cassie wore a half helmet Damon had given her after getting her on the back of his bike – riding bitch as he'd called it. The wind whipped past, blowing her long coppery red hair out behind her and the cool night air making her face nearly numb.

How much farther? she yelled to be heard over the screaming of the bike's engine. Where are you taking me?

Damon turned his head and yelled back to her in return, Someplace safe.

She tightened her grip around Damon's waist and he couldn't deny that he was a little turned on by the feeling of her hands on him. She was a pretty girl. Not yet thirty, still soft but womanly. She had curves in all the right places and was more than easy to look at. When he'd found her outside the truck stop, she'd been bawling her eyes out, her body shaking – and not from the cold. The girl had been afraid. Terrified. Her mascara had been running down her face and the look in her eyes told him she was looking for a hero. He wasn't a hero, but she'd struck a chord in him and he felt compelled to get her out of there. Of course, the ride wasn't going to come without a price tag.

Cassie buried her face into the back of his jacket, inhaling the smell of leather and motor oil. She had no illusions about who she was riding with. He was a hardcore biker. He was more than the rough and tumble type. Judging by the sheer number of patches on his jacket, he was a member of the club in high standing and had probably done some terrible things in his time. Of course, the icy blue eyes he'd looked at her with when he'd found her told Cassie he'd seen some terrible things and had traveled through some terrible places to get to where he was.

Still, he wasn't Andy and he'd seemed gentle. Or at least, gentle enough. After she'd seen Andy drive by the truck stop, searching for her, Cassie didn't know what she was going to do. Where she was going to go. She didn't even have enough money on her to buy a damn potpie. But then Damon had appeared and, while not exactly the white knight she'd been hoping and praying for, he'd whisked her away on his black and chrome steed and spirited her away.

A rueful grin stretched across her face and she shook her head. That she was riding away with a biker – and feeling that it was the safer option told Cassie all she needed to know about the mess she was in.

WHERE IN THE HELL DO you think you're going? Andy barked.

Cassie flinched as if she'd been struck. Several years of living in hell with Andy had conditioned her to respond that way. I – I was going to grab a cup of coffee with Melissa, she said meekly.

Andy got off the couch where he'd been watching SportsCenter and turned, giving her a fearsome look. Oh really? he asked, his tone dripping with venom. You think you can just go gallivanting around with that stupid whore you call your friend and not even think to ask for my permission?

Cassie looked at the floor beneath her feet, feeling the heat rising in her face. I – I'm sorry, Andy, she said. I should have asked.

God damn right you should have asked.

She tried to fight the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes, but she couldn't hold them back. Cassie felt the usual shame and embarrassment as the tears rolled down her soft cheeks. Shame and embarrassment seemed to be the only two emotions she could feel around him. There certainly wasn't any love. Not anymore. Andy, Cassie spoke, her voice soft, may I please go have coffee with Melissa? We haven't seen each other in months and I –

He shook his head, a look of disbelief on her face. Are you stupid? he asked. Seriously, are you mentally retarded or something?

I'm not. I just thought–

Thought? his laughter was short, sharp. You obviously didn't think. Idiots like you can't think. Not very well.

But, Andy, I really want to see her, Cassie said. I'll be home in an hour. I promise.

Andy crossed the room to where she stood and gave her a small smile. I'm sorry, Cassie. And then he drove a fist straight into her stomach, driving the air from her lungs. Cassie doubled over and then fell to her knees, clutching her midsection and gasping for breath. I'm sorry I married such an idiot, he said. I'm sorry you have trouble learning the most simple of things.

Cassie curled up on the ground in the fetal position, sobbing and trying to catch her breath. Andy kicked her in the ass before walking back to the couch, dropping down, and turning on SportsCenter again.

Oh, and to answer your question, he said. No, you may not go have coffee with that whore.

Cassie's body shook as she tried to quiet her sobs. The last thing she needed or wanted was to bring down more pain upon herself. Andy didn't like to hear her cry. When she'd first met him, he had been sweet. Kind. Gentle. He'd been a romantic and had she'd fallen for him. As they grew comfortable with one another, she slowly began to see a different side of the man she’d married. Out in public, he was soft spoken. He was the typical accountant type – sort of bland, sort of boring, and pretty well unremarkable.

At home, though, he was something else entirely. He was angry. Demanding. Controlling. He'd run off so many of her friends with his temper and threats of violence. Cassie was shocked that any of them would return her calls anymore. He often