Desperado (Book 3): Black Aces MC, #3

Desperado: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Aces MC Book 3)

By Kathryn Thomas

I’M DESPERATE FOR ONE more night in the devil’s arms.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila...

Bed?

Uh oh.

This is not my bed. It’s HIS bed. The last man on earth I should ever be with.

And the only one who lights my heart on fire...

Treble is a biker, a criminal, and an all-around bad dude.

In other words, my exact opposite.

I’m a good girl with a life plan and no time for a whirlwind heartbreak with a player like him.

But one drunken night might throw all that to the wind.

Because once Treble’s gotten a taste of me, he refuses to let go.

And the truth is, that I don’t want him to, either.

I’m hooked on the devil himself.

But a secret this big can only stay hidden for so long.

And when it comes bursting to the surface, everything we love could be destroyed.

CHAPTER 1

Bridget backed into the bedroom, never taking her eyes of Stiles, watching his cock bob as he followed her down the hall. She still felt the tingle of fear, not entirely sure what she had released within him.

Once she was near the bed he stormed her, throwing her roughly to the bed and piling in behind her to hold her down as she struggled. He had never forced himself on a woman in is life but he was going to—he grabbed his monster by the throat and held it at bay.

This what you want? he snarled, his face inches from hers as he held her down.

Her fear disappeared. He had scared the shit out of her when he threw her on the bed and then held her down, afraid she had pushed him too far. But as threatening as he sounded, he had paused and was offering her a chance to back him off, but there was no fucking way she was backing off now. Come on! she hissed. Show me what you’ve got.

His entry caused her to cry out, surprise mixed with pleasure, as he rammed into her so hard she felt like she slid up in the bed. He held himself deep inside a moment before he began to move, pushing in even harder before pulling slowly back and ramming himself home again. Each savage thrust caused her to cry out, but her face spoke not of pain, but of excitement and pleasure. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them high over her head, stretching her taunt as he drove into again and again.

She was completely trapped, bound like a fly in amber, the weight of his body pinning her to the bed, her wrists locked over her head. She had always enjoyed being controlled in the bedroom, turning herself over to her lover, but never before had she be so thoroughly immobilized. His grunts as he slammed his cock into her added fuel to her already raging fire, causing her to struggle harder to free her hands, straining against his grip and twisting up with effort.

Bridget’s struggle to free herself, her grunts and groans as she twisted and writhed under him as he fucked her, excited him like no woman before her. She was surprisingly strong considering her small size, but she was no match for him. He would release her if she asked, but not before she admitted his control over her. He flexed his hips faster, trading power for speed, as he took her lips.

She arched her back, straining with every muscle in her body to free herself from his grip, wanting to test herself to the limit and fail. She gasped, her strength failing her and she needed to rest a moment before trying again as he plowed into her, his breath a hot flame on her neck.

Her struggles ceased and he was both satisfied and disappointed. He had broken her, but her defiance excited him deeply and he could feel his orgasm lurking. He changed his grip, crossing her wrists so he could pin them to the bed with one hand, using the other to scrape gently down her arm.

When he began to hold her hands with just one hand, she threw everything she had into one final attempt to break his grip. She felt her hands slip, and she strained to twist her hips, to roll him off of her. He stopped his thrusting as he tried to force her back. He growled, low and deep as they strained, his cock moving inside of her as they struggled, and she could feel her orgasm coming, bearing down on her like hurricane. He pulled back and slammed into her again, then again, snarling as he tried to force her hips back flat.

"Fuck!" she wailed as her orgasm took her, the cry of pleasure long and drawn out as she bucked and writhed, her body no longer hers to control.

He released her hands and rose up, using the sudden leverage to pound into her furiously hard, determined to destroy her, here and now, to make her come so hard and long she would never question his mastery over her again.

"Shit...fuck!" she cried out again, her orgasm seemingly never-ending as he pounded into her like a machine. She grabbed his arms and pushed desperately hard trying to escape the pleasure that was overwhelming her. She burned, her body alive in erotic fire as her climax continued to pour through her. Then, as quickly as had arrived, it was gone, leaving her gasping for breath.

He paused his frenzied pounding strokes as she suddenly became still under him while panting hard and fast. He lowered himself to her, gathered her into his arms and kissed her deeply, the monster within him temporarily sated. She returned the kiss weakly, her hands fluttering lightly over his back and shoulders.

Fuck, she gasped out as the kiss parted. I have never come like that before.

Stiles smiled, his need to overpower and control her satisfied. Don’t push me again or there will be more from where that came from, he snarled playfully before kissing her again.

She nodded slowly as her strength began to return. But she wasn’t ready to admit defeat just yet. That the best you got? she asked, trying to sound tough and mean, but she couldn’t pull it off and broke into a broad smile. She had never been fucked like that before, and she wanted to be, again and again, by the very man that was inside of her.

He met her smile with one of his own as he began to flex his hips again. You want some more?

Oh god, yes, she purred, as she clamped down on his cock. I want you to fuck me long and hard, she murmured, staring into his eyes. I want you to fuck me without stopping until you come, but I want you hold out as long as you can. I want to see if I can make you come before you can make me come again.

A contest? he asked, his smile broadening.

Fuck yeah. A fucking contest.

Doesn’t seem fair to me, he teased. "You got the edge taken off and now you want to see who can last the longest?"

Not up for it big boy? she cooed.

I’ll show you what I’m fucking up for, he rumbled playfully as he began to drive into her harder, tightening his embrace on her.

Prove it, she challenged, knowing it would wind him up.

His smile turned hard as his monster howled deep inside of him again. I’ll fucking prove it, he snarled to himself.

She pushed hard at her orgasm, trying to hold it off. They were dripping sweat, panting and gasping. They had spent the last twenty minutes tumbling over each other as they fucked, first Stiles on top, then Bridget. He had just rolled her off of him and back onto her back before pounding into her again. His groans and hisses of pleasure, the twist of his face, indicated he had to be close to climaxing, but she couldn’t fucking make him come!

He buried his face in her neck as he pounded into her, thinking of his Harley, of his mother and father, anything to take his mind off the goddess, her skin aglow with sweat that he was fu— He shook his head, trying to clear the thought as he felt his orgasm try to take him. He groaned, his hands gripping her tight as he tried to hold on.

Come on, you bastard, fuck me! she snarled, working her hips, dragging her nails along his back, squeezing down hard on his cock, using every trick in her book to push him over the edge.

He kissed her, trying to shut her up, her pillow talk preventing him from focusing, but she grabbed his hair, holding him into the kiss, and he realized he had made a mistake.

She kissed him with everything she had, her tongue battling his. She was close, but he was closer. She broke the kiss, tugging his head back to her neck. Come on! Fuck me!

He couldn’t hold back the rising tide any longer.