It’s the festive season, and the Chaos Bleeds MC is spending it at the clubhouse, where the women are making it sickly sweet. Death has tried to keep his distance from the redhead, Brianna. He knows there’s something different about her, but unlike his brothers before him, he refuses to fall for the woman who plagues his thoughts.
Brianna was sold as a sex slave by her uncle, but then in the midst of the fallout from Gonzalez, Devil and his crew saved her. Out of all of the Chaos Bleeds men, Death intrigues her the most. She knows she should keep her distance, but when Devil gives her an ultimatum—to become a club whore, an old lady, or leave—she doesn’t have much choice.
Death offers his protection. He wants her, but no other brother can have her. She never expects feelings to enter the equation. Keeping Death out of her heart is a lot harder than she anticipated.
Can Death bring himself to love a woman with a murky past, or will he pass her on when he grows bored?
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This was all new territory.
“Show me,” he said.
“What?”
“Show me you want my kiss.”
He’d never have her mistaking his intentions. Brianna was going to be part of this relationship equally.
She stared at his chest for several seconds. Her hands were still lying on his arms. Death waited to see what she’d do. He saw the hard buds of her nipples pressing against the shirt she wore.
Was she wet? He was desperate to find out yet waited. All good things came to those who waited.
Slowly, she glided her hands up his arms going to his neck. She rested her fingers against the pulse beside his neck. Her gaze stayed on her hands where they lay before gliding around his neck. She went to her toes drawing his head down to hers. Death didn’t make her fight for his lips.
He made sure she pulled him down. At first she pressed her lips to his, smashing them together. The action was awkward. Was this what Ripper had gone through? Cutting the thought off, he knew Brianna was different from Judi.
They were two different women with two different paths. Neither of them were the same kind of woman.
Her other hand circled his neck, and she finally let go. She didn’t press hard but claimed his lips in a proper kiss. His cock tightened to the point of pain. The hard buds of her nipples pressed against his chest.
Death gripped her ass drawing her close to him. She moaned, deepening the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth. The kiss went from sweet to naughty in a matter of seconds. He thrust his cock against her stomach, wanting to sink inside her tight cunt.
“Death,” she said, whimpering.
“I know, baby. I know.” He squeezed her ass one final time then pulled away. Death took her hands from around his body and held them out in front of them.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m not going to take you, Brianna. I want you. You’ve got ‘til Friday to make a decision.” He reached out, stroking her cheek.
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