Can she take what they will become?
So fucking hungry.
The gnawing that’s eaten at me for too many years just became a ravenous beast. Pushing its way to the surface now that I’ve finally resolved to allow it. There’s no release except with her. And I need release.
The entire three-hour drive out to the cabin, I fought the urge to pull over and take her right there in the cab of my truck. I knew this would be tough. More than tough: mind-numbing. But it’s worse.
A thousand times worse.
The last three hours have been harder than all the years before combined. Pain jabs at me with each passing second she’s not under me.
“I’m sorry Dad made you do this.” Her soft voice cuts the silence as we pull up to the cabin, hitting me in places I’ve tried for so long to put away. I failed miserably, every day since I met her.
“I’m not,” I growl, centering the truck in front of the door to the cabin.
hat her dad said about me spending my time for two weeks getting improvements done was a lie, he just didn’t know it. The place has been cleaned, necessary repairs already done since the moment he told me this was even a possibility. We will be alone without interruption for as long as we need. For as long as it takes to tame her.
To make her mine.
She’s unaware of her fate. A fate her father set in motion two weeks ago when he came to me with his wishes. Wishes that lit the fuse for what will be a turning point in all our lives.
He didn’t know how I would execute those wishes. He asked if I would take care of his daughter while he does his time. He said something else, and it was what I’ve been waiting for since I met her.
I will take care of her. In ways no one can imagine.
I reach over and pull the handle to open my door, a cooler summer breeze bringing with it the scent of the woods, mixing with her sweetness already permeating the air in the cab. My plan is in place. I’ve got to focus. I’ve got two weeks, and I just pray to God she can take it. Take me.
Because there’s no turning back now. Not for me.
Black Rousseau has honored the code and kept his distance from the one thing in this world that means something to him. But things are about to change. Black’s just received the blessing he’s been waiting for since the moment he set eyes on his boss’ daughter.
Growing up in the biker bar her father owned, Roxie Lear dreams of getting out of Hell, Michigan. The only other thing she’s always wanted is Black Rousseau. But he treats her like she doesn’t exist. Until the day her father goes to prison, that is. And Black lets her know what’s been boiling behind his cool indifference all these years.
Will Black’s preparations to claim Roxie once and for all be too much for her? Will the darkness inside of him frighten away the only thing in this world he’s ever needed?
Author note: This alpha is a little dark and a bit brutal but he cherishes what is his. As always, this story is safe/no cheating with the perfect happy ending. Strap on your wrist cuffs and your safe word, this hot quickie of a smutty read will have you questioning your morals and wiggling in your seat.
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