Ride with the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Riders MC) (Satan’s Outlaw Sins Book 2) Read online

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  Contents

  Ride with the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Riders MC) (Satan’s Outlaw Sins Book 2)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Epilogue

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  Ride with the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Riders MC) (Satan’s Outlaw Sins Book 2)

  By Sophia Gray

  I bought her to break her.

  She was the prize of the auction.

  And now she’s bare in my bed.

  But what starts as another night of sating my hunger…

  Turns into an adventure that might kill us both.

  BRANDON

  Being part of an outlaw motorcycle club comes with its perks.

  The law of the land is merely a suggestion to be ignored.

  And out here, beyond its reach, anything goes.

  Anything at all.

  That means girls, guns, and drugs flow back and forth from man to man like an endless river.

  Just reach in and quench your thirst.

  Again, and again, and again.

  That’s how Hannah ended up at my mercy.

  Just another club rat, purchased to satisfy a man’s desires.

  Any other night, with any other girl, I would have used her until I had my fill, then kick her out the d*mn door.

  But this wasn’t any other night.

  And Hannah isn’t any other girl.

  There is something different about this one.

  And when my enemies try to claw her back from me, she becomes more than just a woman in my possession.

  She becomes the spark that starts a wildfire.

  Bring on the war, the carnage.

  I’ve staked my claim on Hannah.

  And if they want to lay their hands on her again…

  They’ll have to go through me.

  HANNAH

  I knew from the beginning that I might not survive this ride.

  But I never had a choice.

  They called me a club girl, but I know what I really am:

  A disposable toy.

  They use me when they want, and hurt me when they don’t.

  I’m less than human to them.

  I’m a receptacle, a rag, a piece of trash.

  And Brandon looks just as vicious as the rest of them.

  When I’m handed to him, I don’t feel anything.

  Years of abuse have washed those emotions away.

  So when the door shuts and we’re finally alone, I do what I’ve been taught:

  Strip down and get ready to please.

  The sooner he’s happy, the sooner my suffering will end.

  But the biker surprised me.

  He might look like the b*stards who’ve spent years hurting me, but underneath, he’s a different man entirely.

  Somewhere beneath the leather and the tattoos, there’s a heart.

  And maybe, just maybe, he’ll be the one to save me.

  That is, if my owners don’t come to steal me back first.

  Chapter 1

  BRANDON

  Tick stared at me from across the bar. What the fuck his problem was, I had no clue, and I didn’t give a shit, either. The blonde pouring my drink was my only concern at the moment. Prez was about to call us all into church and, knowing the shit storm that was headed our way, I’d need that last shot to get through whatever he was going to be laying down.

  “Let’s go!” Prez bellowed from the doorway of the back room.

  Shark slapped me on the back, just as I slammed down the empty shot glass and gave the bartender a slow wink. “When this is done.” I gave a nod toward the back bedrooms and smiled when she smiled back.

  “Keep your dick in your pants long enough to get through this, huh?” Shark growled.

  “What’s your fucking problem tonight?”

  We took our seats at the round table, and he shook his head. “Nothing. I know I’m not gonna like this shit. Something’s not feeling right in my gut.” He ran a hand over his freshly shaved head and blew out a breath.

  “Relax.” I laughed. “I swear you worry more than a mother hen.” I adjusted my position in my chair and adjusted the hard on in my jeans. That blonde still lingered in my head. The images of what I would do to her when church was over flashed through my mind, making my pants even more of a hindrance. Those thoughts would get me through whatever the fuck Prez wanted to say.

  Shark gave me a wary look. He’d had plenty of those these days, but he acted as if he’d grown tired of the game, of the life. I’d known Shark since we were kids, growing up in the same apartment building on the south side of town. Our mothers played cards every Friday night and worked at the same hair salon during the week. Neither of them was happy when we chose to join up with the Satan’s Riders instead of heading to trade school or working at the stamping plant. Sure, they wanted better lives for us than they had, but so did we. Standin
g on an assembly line for the rest of my life wasn’t what I wanted. The club made good money, I wanted for nothing- and neither did my mom. She hated where my money came from, but she still let me pay her rent. I wouldn’t allow her not to anyway; I take care of my family.

  “As you all know the cartel has expanded their borders. They’re running their shit right through Lemon Grove and Spring Valley.” Our President, Nathan, leaned back in his chair, propping his hands on his oversized belly. “I have no desire to go to war with them. We’d never fucking win.” He shook his head over the sad fact. It burned like hell to admit, but we never would defeat them. Those assholes had more money and more firepower than all of the Satan’s Riders charters in California put together. “The way I see it, we don’t have shit for choices. We can squabble or we can earn. I say we earn.” He paused and looked over at Mike.

  “We pull together with the Soldiers of Hell.” The room erupted at the VP’s declaration. The Soldiers of Hell resided in the next town over, being forever a thorn in our balls. “Now fucking listen!” Mike slammed his hand on the table. “I don’t like it either, but if we are going to pull in profit instead of scraping our dead asses off the street, we need to move on this deal. The cartel doesn’t want to deal with any territory bullshit; they are willing to give us both the same price. We do a few runs a month for them, along with the Soldiers and we pull twice what we are dragging in on our own now.”

  Shark let out a low whistle but kept his face unreadable. Twice the money. Shit. Twice the problems, too.

  “The Soldiers on board with this?” Aaron, the newest patched member at the table, watched Nathan. His fingers drummed the table, and if I hadn’t known him, I would have thought he was bored.

  “They took their vote last night.” Prez nodded. “They see the potential.”

  “So we just link hands and sing kumbaya ‘cause the cartel says to?” I finally spoke up. I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice, but by the look Shark gave me, I could tell I failed. The Soldiers of Hell were scum. They ran drugs and guns just like we did, but they made a habit of leaving bodies behind. No respect for their members or the outside world. Drugs were dealt to kids outside of schools, girls got picked up on corners and brought home ruined.

  “Yeah.” Prez glared me down. I didn't shrink back. “It’s that or they just take over our territory and hand it over to the fucking Soldiers anyway.”

  The whole thing felt like a pussy deal. We couldn't defend our town so we were going to have to join the other team. Turning puppet for the fuckin’ cartel turned my stomach.

  “Brandon, you need to be on board. You’re our front on this.” Mike pointed at me. “You and Shark are going to be running the show over there. Keeping your eyes open for anything suspicious. I don't trust those fuckers any more than you do, but we have to make this treaty and get on board with the cartel.”

  “And if they fuck us?” Shark asked.

  “If they fuck us, then the treaty’s blown. The cartel will back us, but they have to fuck us first. They will, I know it. When they do, we get their territory and the full cartel deal.”

  With nothing left to discuss, we were backed into the corner. Prez called for a vote. Unanimously, we all jumped into the fire. Fucking Soldiers.

  “I told you nothing good.” Shark shook his head as we headed out of the room and into the main lounge. I slapped him on the back trying to get his attention, but he was already headed in the direction of Lacy, a slender brunette that warmed his bed more nights than not. She wasn't his old lady, not yet anyway, but she had eyes only for him–and he did the same for her.

  I’d never understand that. Giving up the freedom to stick my dick in anyone I wanted for one piece of ass just didn’t appeal. Settling down, that wasn't my thing. The blonde walked toward me, her apron from the bar long gone, showing her short, black leather skirt and her tight halter pushing her tits nearly out of her clothes.

  “Hey, Brandon.” Her smile greeted me. Well-versed hands rested on my chest, over my kutte. “You mentioned needing me?”

  I let out a derisive laugh. “I don't need anyone, woman. But I’ll use you.” I gripped her wrist, ignoring her feigned resistance. She’d been in my bed before, and she wanted back in.

  After dragging her to my room, I gave her a little shove to the bed. She looked at me through her thick eyelashes, biting the corner of her lip. Knowing it was just a show, my dick got hard anyway. She knew the game, and I was willing to play.

  “Take off those clothes.” I ordered her, leaning against the door. I wouldn’t touch her yet, not until she dropped the act and her actions became real. With a little pout, she unzipped her halter top, letting her round tits fall out. She dropped the halter on the bed and turned around while she pulled the zipper down over her ass, revealing her naked cheeks. “No underwear? Bad girl.” I reached for my belt, delighting in the initial flash of fear in her eyes. Her façade would break any minute. “Bend over the bed.” I nodded toward it and pulled the leather belt from my jeans.

  “Brandon-” She started to object, but one look at my eyes, and she complied. I’d spanked her before; it wouldn't be the first time. Fuck, probably not the last. She wasn’t that into it, didn’t like the pain so much as the hard fucking I’d give her after, but she tolerated it. Really, what choice did she have? I’m not a complete ass; if she really didn’t want it, I’d keep my dick in my pants and go get someone else. But she’d take the strapping because she wanted my cock. Which was fine. I wanted her pussy. Even deal.

  “Don’t fucking talk.” I growled as I moved to stand beside her, belt looped and aimed. “Don’t fucking complain, either. You take every one of these five licks and when I’m done, you’re going to fucking thank me.”

  “Yes, Brandon.” Her fingers curled into my blankets, and she rose up onto her tip-toes. Her rounded ass would take the belt nicely; it had before. She grunted with the first blow, yelped at the second. By the fourth a nice red streak crossed her cheeks and she was breathing heavily.

  I ran my hand over the mark, a nice heat rose from the welt. Her ass wiggled beneath my hand, and I gave her a sharp slap for it. “You don’t control shit, here.” I waited for her nod before I continued rubbing her ass. My fingers found her pussy and, just like before, it was dripping for me. I pushed two fingers into her, feeling how hot she was and looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, her hands fisted. She wanted to move, but if she did I’d only delay her pleasure, and she knew it.

  I released her and stepped back, ready to deliver the last strike. The leather slapped against her ass. She cried out from the impact, but I was already pulling my cock out of my pants before she even thought to move. Rolling a condom over my dick, I positioned myself behind her.

  “Please, Brandon. Fuck me.” She ground her ass into my cock. Her attitude changed now, no longer the seductress, but beginning to puddle before me. “Please.” She looked at me over her shoulder.

  “Since you asked so nicely.” I plunged forward, feeling her heat envelope my cock. She cried out from the invasion. She’d been around the club enough that she was used to being fucked hard, and I wasn’t even trying to be gentle.

  My fingers dug into her hips, and I pulled her back against me, fucking her harder. She reared her head up. “Arch up.” I threw my forearm across her back and pushed her down until her ass was up in the air, taking me deeper.

  “Fuck Brandon.” She growled. I reached down, finding her clit, circling it with my finger. She moaned and threw her head back again.

  “Like that? Is that what you wanted?” I grinned at the back of her head. “What will happen if I keep doing this?”

  “Oh, god, Brandon. I’m going to come. Please, I need to come.”

  “You asking me or telling me?” I pinched her clit, and she gave a little squeal. A beautiful sound that went right to my cock.

  “Asking, Brandon! Please.” My fingers dug deeper into her flesh. I pounded harder into her, feeling the quiver of her org
asm. She was there, right on the edge. “Please!” She begged.

  “Come.” With the simple word, I rubbed her clit harder, faster, and she screamed. Incoherent words flew from her mouth, she bucked back against me as the ripples of her orgasm gripped my cock. She clamped down on me, and I allowed myself to get lost in her screams. Pleasure, pain, it was all the same to her at that moment.

  I looked down where my dick plunged into her pussy, hard, no mercy. Her orgasm began to fade, just as I exploded inside of her. I closed my eyes, riding out the waves of my release. When I opened them, she was looking over her shoulder at me. A wide-ass grin of satisfaction sitting on her lips. I gave her a hard slap to her hip and pulled out, heading to my bathroom to clean up.

  When I returned, she was sitting on my bed, zipping her halter top, her skirt already on. “Fuck, Brandon. My ass hurts,” She wiggled on my bed.

  “Yeah. Bet it does. Don’t pull that fake shit with me.” I buttoned my jeans.

  “I wasn-”

  “Want another round?” I asked as I began to slide my belt back through the loops. She eyed the belt and shook her head. “Then don’t fucking lie.” I barely knew this chick, other than having a good fuck from her a time or two, and that she poured my drinks. But tolerating lies wasn't something I did. Ever.