Inked (Book 3): Hell Brigade MC, #3

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 3 and the finale of the Hell Brigade MC romance series! 

He's an ice cold SOB, and he's going to twist me 'til I break.

GABBY

I spent the first ten years of my life as a pimp's possession.

Then I broke free.

But it's out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Because the only "safe" place I can go is into a den of very bad men.

The Hell Brigade MC will pay me to do what I do best – fall to my knees and give them what they want.

I don't have any other choice.

It's just a job, I tell myself.

And for a while, that was true.

Until Nick Parker took his turn with me.

NICK

There's no room in my world for love.

I fight, I drink, and I live for the club.

That's the way it's always been…

Until the MC's newest toy throws a wrench in the works.

Gabby is a rare beauty, a gem in a sea of garbage.

I oughta do what we pay her for: take her to bed and break her to pieces.

But I just can't bring myself to do it.

She's too damn innocent for this world.

I can't let her continue like this.

So I do the only thing I can do…

I put my ink on her skin and claim her as MINE.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393281696

Book preview

Inked: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hell Brigade MC Book 3)

By Claire St. Rose

He’s an ice cold SOB, and he’s going to twist me ‘til I break.

GABBY

I spent the first ten years of my life as a pimp’s possession.

Then I broke free.

But it’s out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Because the only safe place I can go is into a den of very bad men.

The Hell Brigade MC will pay me to do what I do best – fall to my knees and give them what they want.

I don’t have any other choice.

It’s just a job, I tell myself.

And for a while, that was true.

Until Nick Parker took his turn with me.

NICK

There’s no room in my world for love.

I fight, I drink, and I live for the club.

That’s the way it’s always been...

Until the MC’s newest toy throws a wrench in the works.

Gabby is a rare beauty, a gem in a sea of garbage.

I oughta do what we pay her for: take her to bed and break her to pieces.

But I just can’t bring myself to do it.

She’s too damn innocent for this world.

I can’t let her continue like this.

So I do the only thing I can do...

I put my ink on her skin and claim her as MINE.

Chapter 1

They lay in bed together as silence reigned the room. With much effort, Gabby pulled herself into a sane state of mind. After Willow and everyone left them alone, Nick went down to tell everyone that she wasn’t feeling well. He came back up soon enough and told her that Willow was serving the rest of the food. Although she felt terrible about ruining the party, Gabby was glad that it was just the two of them.

Nick held her hand while her head was cushioned on his arm. Why didn’t you tell me?

It hurt him that she didn’t inform him about this sooner, but she wished that he still didn’t know at all. She could have been far away by now, and he would have been safe. But now everything was changed. They were in this together, and she wasn’t yet sure how she felt.

I didn’t want you to stop me, and look what happened... the very thing that I feared. You managed to stop me from putting my plan into action.

He sighed. I should confess one thing... I thought you were having an affair.

She shot up. In all the commotion and excitement, she had forgotten that he’d followed her into the pantry for another reason. Gabby wasn’t sure if she was amused or insulted. On another day, she might have taken offense, but tonight, she was just grateful that she was still in the same room as him.

How could you think that?

He winced. All those phone calls, and you hiding stuff from me... I knew something was up, and that was the logical conclusion.

Why do men always jump to the wrong conclusion?

And why do women always think that they know best?

She caressed his cheek. Perhaps she should be enraged that he suspected her, but damn it, she simply couldn’t muster up the strength to get angry.

You’re crazy.

About you, yes.

Gabby bent to kiss his soft lips. As always, desire awakened with the speed of lightning. I would never cheat on you. Never. That’s my promise. Do you believe me?

His arms tightened around her like bands. I do.

Emotions, wild and stormy, twisted in his eyes and a desire to run her hands all over his hot, sexy body spiraled inside her. Need and lust exploded in her gut, and the vibrations of it careened down to her moist, warm pussy. Moisture leaked down her thighs, and she pressed her legs in an attempt to stem the flow, but it was a useless endeavor. Sensations gripped her in their fiery grasp.

As if recognizing the signals she gave, his lips lifted in a tiny smile. She didn’t know which one of them made the first move, but within a few seconds, their clothes came off and were thrown on the floor in a large heap. Gabby’s gaze traveled down from the gorgeous beauty of his face to the rippling muscles on his chest and down to the dark hair that enveloped his hard, proud cock.

All she desired was to feel his hard body pressed against hers and to have him pound into her with a vicious, hungry need that matched hers. It was obvious that he thought along the same lines because his gaze traveled over her face, down to the smooth column of her throat, and settled on her creamy, firm breasts. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.

When he lay down beside her, she turned to face him. It was so good to stare into his eyes and see love reflected back. Nothing was more precious, more wanted.

When his lips claimed hers once more, her arms tightened around his back. His tongue swept over her lips, dove in to stake a claim, and then nipped her with his teeth. Slowly, almost reverently, his mouth nibbled down her throat and his tongue swirled over her engorged nipple.

The waves of desire that rippled through her were intense, unrelenting. As he paid homage to one breast after another, she squirmed underneath him. The exquisite torture slowly drove her mad. It banished all thoughts from her mind until all she was a bundle of frayed nerves. His tongue invoked a fire with each stroke, and she writhed under him.

This wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

While he played with her body, she ran her hands all over his back. When he shifted away, she slipped her fingers around his cock that nearly vibrated with sheer need. Enjoying the way his pulse beat at the base of his throat, she ran her hand up and down the hard shaft. Slithering down, she kissed the tip of it. Her fingers caressed his balls that were hard with need. Her tongue licked over his cock, and she opened her mouth to take it in. She rubbed and fondled the blood-engorged organ until he began to moan. The scent of his arousal was strong and served to enhance her pleasure. His hands settled on her hips and squeezed as if he were urging her to move harder, faster. She increased the rhythm. Just as she thought he was about to come, he pulled his cock out.

No! She groaned, secretly marveling at the way he controlled everything.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Pulling her up, he rolled her on the bed and straddled her. The tip of his cock pushed against her velvety center, and she opened her legs, willing and welcoming him into her scented depths. Need burned in her blood. He took his time, rubbing his shaft up and down her moist opening until she clenched the bed sheets in desperation.

Hurry, hurry, hurry! she wanted to scream, but nothing escaped her lips except for low moans.

The yearning for precious release was at an all-time high, and when he thrust in his cock, she arched her hips in a