Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Stitch was stepping down.
And he was preparing me to take his place.
He’d seen the darkness in me.
He knew I could use my demons the way he’d used his.
And he was right.
I used them, and I used them well.
They’d helped me keep everyone at a distance— including her.
She was beautiful, smart, and sexy as hell...
She was every man’s temptation.
She was also Stitch’s daughter.
She was off limits.
But when she looked at me with those lust-filled eyes...
I had to have her.
No matter what the cost.
Every man has a weakness, and she was mine.
Wrath is a standalone MC romance that shows that love has the power to heal even the deepest wounds. There are some heavy topics in this story , but rest assured, the HEA will have you begging for more. No cliffhanger and no cheating. Enjoy the ride!
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Prologue
I heard them before I saw them.
At first, it was just a whimper, but then, it was a deep-seated moan.
While I hadn’t actually experienced it for myself, I knew there was only one thing that could cause a moan like that—someone was having sex. And they were clearly enjoying it.
It didn’t bother me that someone was going at it.
More power to them.
It was the fact that they were having it during my high school graduation party—a party that had literally just started fifteen minutes prior. When the moans persisted, I became curious to see who was behind them, so I followed the sounds down the hallway.
As I reached the family room, the whimpering grew louder, so I stopped and peered inside. It was dark, but I could see the faint outline of a couple over at the pool table. I took a step forward, trying to get a better look, and that’s when I saw that it was Wrath and Jasmine.
Jasmine was sitting on the edge of the table with her legs hooked around Wrath’s waist. Her skirt was hiked up, and her breasts were billowing out of her tank top, bouncing up and down with each and every forceful thrust.
It was a sight to behold.
It was wrong to watch them, but I couldn’t help myself. Not that it mattered. They were so engrossed in the moment that they didn’t even notice that I was standing there. I was in awe. I’d never seen two people in the throes of such carnal desire. It was intense and sexy. And oh, how I wished it was me he was with instead of her.
I wasn’t exactly surprised to see that Wrath had chosen to hook up with Jasmine. She was one of the club’s hang arounds, and she was always eager to please when it came to the guys.
She leaned in to kiss him, but to my surprise, he turned his head, refusing her advance. Before she had a chance to protest, he slipped his hands under her ass and gave her a forceful tug, pulling her forward. As soon as her feet hit the floor, he twirled her around and bent her over.
With her cheek resting on the green felt, Jasmine grasped the edge of the pool table, bracing herself as Wrath started taking her from behind. Her moans and whimpers filled the room as he fisted her hair in his hand, giving it a hard tug. His pace became hard and demanding, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she seemed to love it.
I couldn’t blame her.
Just seeing the way he was dominating her had every nerve in my body tingling in ecstasy. I’d never felt so turned on, and I had to fight the temptation to inch closer for a better look. When he raised his hand and gave her ass a firm slap, she gasped, and I gasped right along with her.
At first, I didn’t think he’d heard me, and then he turned his head to face me. Our eyes met, and I thought for sure he’d stop or yell at me to leave.
He didn’t.
He kept driving into her, again and again, all while staring directly at me. My entire body started throbbing with need. I pressed my thighs together, hoping it would ease the ache. Sadly, it did little to help. When I couldn’t stand it a moment longer, I turned and ran back down the hall.
I went back to my party and never told anyone what I’d seen. I wanted to keep the moment to myself, and apparently, Wrath felt the same. He never said a word to me about it. There were times when I wondered if the whole thing was just a figment of my imagination.
And then, I’d spot him staring at me—just like he had that night.
I knew then it wasn’t my imagination.
Far from it.
CHAPTER 1
Wrath
“You never make promises you can’t keep.” Stitch removed his cut and draped it over the back of a chair as he told me, “They’ll know if you lie to them, and that’ll just make your job harder.”
“Yeah, I got it.”
I glanced over at Ben—the kid Stitch and I had brought in for questioning, and I felt nothing. No pity. No remorse. As far as I was concerned, he had it coming.
He’d pretended to be interested in Elsie and managed to get close to her. It took some time, but he managed to convince her to go out with him. She told him to pick her up at the clubhouse, and he used the opportunity to plant a spy cam in our entryway.
As soon as it was discovered, Bones and Big started looking into him and found that he was David Bruton’s grandson—a man who’d had the entire club running in circles for weeks. He’d not only had two of our brothers beaten, but he’d also emailed Bones a disturbing amount of intel that he’d gathered on all the brothers and our families—and we had no idea why.