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ATTRACTED TO THE BIKER OUTLAW

ATTRACTED TO THE BIKER OUTLAW

LoviPola

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Grim: Nobody defrauds me. I take whomever I want, whenever I want, and I always leave them wanting more. I, too, want more. This kind of pain never goes away. After meeting Rhian, I know she's the antidote to my pain. Is her family made up entirely of cops? What's the big deal? All I want is to be with her. Those luscious curves, those stubborn lips, those hips that make my heart beat like a drum. My outlaw brothers claim that if I and she get together, we'll tear this town apart. I couldn't care less. Rhian: I didn't want to go home. There's nothing here but old wounds that can't be healed. I ran into Grim the day I returned. He's an outlaw biker built like a god, but his desires are anything but divine. We begin a dangerous charade when he tells me he needs an old lady to stay in his club. He obtains a woman as well as time. I finally get my chief police father off my back. There is breathing space. Every breath around Grim, on the other hand, is lightning hot and undeniable. I can't be with him in person. He embodies every type of wrong that has ever existed. We'll rip our lives apart if we're not careful. But what's going on between us feels too right to ignore, regardless of the cost...

Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

In the dim light, they slid down onto the small bed. The window was open, and the cool summer night washed over their sweaty bodies. He was tall and muscular, with a body built for breaking and bending. Dark ink swirled down his steel-coiled arms, symbols of his heartbreak and rage intertwining in a beautiful web of sorrow and triumph. She looked down at his layered abs, his pecs thick and heavy like slabs of marble, as the moonlight fell on them.

And beneath his abs...an incredible, thick, hard vision awaited her, glistening wet with his arousal.

For the first time in her life, she felt small, even girlish, beneath this titan of masculine power.

She felt exposed. She felt prepared.

He stripped her of her clothes in an instant, leaving her as naked as he in the pale light of the moon. He ripped her soaked wet pantyhose to shreds and yanked at all her clothes until they fell apart in his hands. Strength came naturally to him, and he yearned for her. She could feel his desire for her-hard, long, and insistently pushing at the underside of her thighs.

They had desired it for so long that even without words to describe what existed between them, they still desired each other.

Her hands ran over his body, in awe of the muscles and the hardness. Every inch brought a new layer of dense, strong tissue. Wet kisses from him, planted on her brow, cheeks, chin, neck, and breasts. They were gentle now...but only for a short time. Soon, his animalistic tendencies would take over, and he would ravage her like no other woman could.

Soon, his fingers would clasp tightly against her breasts, squeezing her and holding her down as he powered into her with stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust. Soon, her torso would be covered in soft red marks and even a bruise or two from the urgency of his cock driving inside of her. Soon, her fingernails would scrape into his back, her teeth pinching the dense muscled flesh she had come to worship and adore.

They'd soon sink into each other like lovers and forget about the rest of the world.

But their world did not abandon them. It would not pardon them. And what they had begun with this sweet coital union would shatter their world.

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