TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK. THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex At 22 years old, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.
View MoreAlyssaAs soon as the ultrasound technician hands me the printed copies, I tuck them carefully in the diaper bag. I can't wait to show the guys later. I haven't seen much of them since the other night when we were all together. Usually, I'm already knocked out by the time they drag themselves home in the early hours of the morning, and when I wake up, they're already gone again.I know they feel bad for missing my second appointment, but I told them it was okay. Someone's targeting the club, and they need to figure out who it is and eliminate the threat. Still, that doesn't stop my heart from aching every time I reach for them in my sleep and find nothing but cold sheets.At this point, I'm starting to wonder if Gray is ever coming back. He still hasn't told anyone what he's up to or even where he is. But he's been communicating, so at least we know he's alive.After Luther and Thunder escort me home, I decide I need some company.Some girl time.Don't get me wrong, my babysitters are
KingLast night while we were busy having the best fucking sex of our lives, someone was destroying one of our incoming shipments of weapons. Now we've got to deal with this shit. Two of our men were shot dead. Surveillance was wiped. And Gray—our fucking president—is off doing whatever the hell he's doing instead of handling club business. When Niko got word to him this morning, all he said was he'd be flying back as soon as he could. Translation? Whenever the fuck he feels like it. I guess the selfish asshole is deciding to hold a grudge after all and take another honeymoon while our enemies are out here moving their pieces on the chessboard. Now, we're in church, the barn set up with chairs lined in rows, Niko standing at the front with the gavel in his hand. This isn't minor shit. Someone knows how unstable we are, and they're taking advantage of it. My job is to make sure we respond with blood. I lean against the wall near the altar, twirling my blade between my fingers. A
MasonAlyssa's body shakes violently, her fourth orgasm barreling through her with a force that leaves her panting and utterly wrecked. Her body trembles in the aftershocks, still clenching around the toy buzzing in her ass, forcing soft, helpless whimpers from her lips.Niko watches her fall apart, smirking as he tosses the bullet vibrator aside. "Finally," he murmurs, dragging a slow palm down her back, his touch grounding her. "You're more than ready for us now, sweet girl."That last orgasm wasn't even planned—it snuck up on her right after the third one, her body so overstimulated she had no choice but to surrender.Niko lays back on the bed, pulling her on top of him, adjusting her carefully so there's no pressure on her stomach. Every move is deliberate, ensuring she can shift freely if she needs to.We did plenty of research for this. Niko and I spent hours watching instructional videos, discussing different ways to make this work—to accommodate all of us while keeping Alyssa
AlyssaFor a moment, the room is suspended in silence, thick with heat and hesitation. My hand drifts down King's chest, feeling the tension thrumming beneath his skin.He's holding back—letting Mason lead.I can see it in the way his muscles flex, how his breath deepens, slow and measured.Despite how fucking dominant King is, he cares about his best friend too much to push too fast. To risk fucking this up.But I can tell how much he wants this to happen."You two have fun with that—I'll be down here, worshipping our pussy," Niko announces.Then, he grabs my thighs, spreads me open, and slides beneath me.I gasp as the first stroke of his tongue flattens against my clit. My spine arches, my fingernails biting into King's skin. Holy. Fucking. Shit.My vision goes white for a second, pleasure sparking through me like an electric current as he locks me in place, devouring me like a man starved. It's almost too much, considering I just came a moment ago. The pleasure hits too fast, le
AlyssaThe past few days have been absolutely shitty. The guys have been buried in clubhouse business, handling whatever chaos Gray left behind when he took off for some unknown personal reason he refused to tell anyone. My guess? He's trying to make up with Christine. But all I know is that I haven't had all my men together in days. Zuri's been feeling their absence, too. Every time one of them isn't home, she searches the room, calling for them, her little brows scrunching in confusion. I have to be grateful she's easily distracted right now—especially by food. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if Gray did this shit on purpose. To punish us.Fucking asshole.Tonight, King, Niko, and Mason are gone again, leaving Luther and Thunder stationed downstairs and four others guarding the house outside. It's overkill, but of course, they'd never take any chances with me and Zuri's safety. I know I should feel secure. But the house just feels so goddamn empty without them. After rea
Grayson After having a huge fight with Christine—one where I probably said shit I can't take back—I pull up to a bar on the outskirts of town. I just want to drink until I can't fucking think anymore. Until I can't fucking feel anymore. Until the burn of whiskey drowns out the rage boiling inside me. How the fuck did everything fall apart? First, Christine lying straight to my face, like I'm not her fucking husband. Then Alyssa—my baby sister—fucking King, Niko, and Mason for months, and not a single one of those assholes thought I had a right to know. Not my brothers. Not my wife. No one. I grip my glass tighter, my knuckles turning white as I swirl the amber liquid inside. The trust I had in them is gone—nonexistent. And the worst part? I don't even know how to fucking fix it. But right now, I have more important shit to handle. "Careful, Gray," a smug voice cuts through my thoughts. "If my prez finds out about all these little meet-ups, he might start thinki
Alyssa King's expression hardens as he stares at the woman who tripped in front of us, his entire body going rigid, as if frozen in place. I don't have to ask to know who she is: his mother. They share the same nose, the same sharp, assessing eyes, though hers are dulled by time and whatever damage she's done to herself. I can almost picture what she looked like before addiction stripped her of everything. She's dressed in faded blue jeans and a red tank top, the fabric hanging loosely off her thin frame. There's an unease in the way she moves, her fingers twitching like they don't know how to be still. A thin sheen of sweat clings to her skin despite the crisp fall air, her lips pressing together before her tongue darts out—like she's suppressing something, whether it's nerves, withdrawal, or both. "Kaiden, is that really you?" she asks, her words trembling with disbelief. King's expression stays flat, unreadable. "Who else would it be, Jolene?" His voice is cold, de
King When Alyssa suggested we have a family fun day, I never expected we'd end up at a goddamn petting zoo. A few months ago, I didn't even like children. Hell, I still don't—except for the ones that are mine. And I sure as shit don't care for animals. They're filthy, loud, and unpredictable. Paying money to touch something that belongs on my dinner plate? Hard pass. "King, look at this piglet." Niko grins, holding the squirming animal up like he's about to start singing one of those stupid fucking songs from the movies Alyssa forces us to watch. Alyssa stands beside him, helping Zuri feed a goat. Her laugh rings out like sunshine cutting through the storm cloud in my head. She snaps a picture of Niko with her phone, her eyes glowing with a soft happiness that tugs at my chest. "Aww, I think he likes you," she teases. Niko nuzzles the piglet. "Oh my god. I'm in love with him. We're taking him home." The fuck we are. We've got enough shit to deal with. The last thin
Nikolai I know now's not the right time, but fuck if I can't stop my dick from getting hard at the way Alyssa just tore into Gray. She put him in his place like the fierce little queen she is, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to drag her off somewhere private and show her how much that fire turns me on. Gray must be feeling like a dumbass right now, blindly believing Christine once again. But at least he didn't try to kill us when Alyssa dropped the truth about our relationship. That's progress, I guess. When I notice King visibly relax, his shoulders loosening just a fraction, I move to thread my fingers through Alyssa's hair, massaging her scalp as she sits in his lap like it's her personal throne. She leans into our touches, sighing softly, and I can't help but smirk. After we make it out of this alive, I think I'll have to give her another throne to sit on later—one that involves my face. Gray's eyes narrow slightly as he watches us, but he doesn't say a word
Alyssa "Congratulations, Alyssa. I hope you and Isaac are very happy together," Mom says, her voice tender with emotion as she pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thanks, mom." I give her a gentle yet firm squeeze, afraid that if I let go, she'll fall or something. She's too sick to be standing up right now, but she's always been a strong, very stubborn woman. She'd never let anyone here see that she's unwell. After I eventually release her, Gray, my ever-watchful brother, carefully takes her arm, and helps her into a chair. "Grayson, I can seat myself," she protests, a playful defiance in her eyes as she gives him a mock glare. He smiles warmly. "I know you can, Mom," he murmurs, planting a kiss on her forehead before turning to me. "If your husband ever hurts you, I'll shove my foot so far up his ass he can taste it." By the tone in his voice, he absolutely means it. But he has nothing to worry about. I laugh and kiss my brother on the cheek. "No need t...
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