Cruel Biker by Sam Crescent

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Expected release date is 29th Sep 2026
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You have to be cruel to be kind.

Morwenna Richards’s world shatters when she discovers the truth about her husband—and realizes everyone closest to her has been lying for nine years.

She’s done being a fool. Done pretending. And she’s walking away.

Fresh out of prison, Venom is back where he belongs with the Evil Dwellers MC. When he left, Morwenna belonged to the club president’s worthless son. Now she’s nearly free, all soft curves and sweet smiles—and Venom wants her for himself.

He’s also the only man who never lied to her.

Their unlikely friendship quickly becomes something far more dangerous, but Morwenna has learned the hard way not to trust a biker. Especially one as ruthless as Venom.

When a deadly threat closes in, Venom will do whatever it takes to protect the woman he loves—even if he has to be cruel enough to make her hate him.

He’ll keep her safe.

But it might cost him her forever.

 

Excerpt:

Venom took another chocolate out of the large tub they were eating from, unwrapped it, and slid it right into his mouth.

“You’re going to make yourself sick,” Morwenna said.

“It’s Halloween, isn’t there some law that stops you from being sick from too much candy consumption?”

She laughed. “I don’t believe it works like that. Although, it would be pretty awesome if it did.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Much better now.” She sighed. “I’m sorry for … I don’t know what that is.”

“People make you do crazy things.”

She snorted. “Is this where you tell me that is why you killed people?”

“If you want to go down that road, if they left the dogs alone and didn’t hurt them, they would still be alive. They made me do it.” He shrugged.

“You really don’t care?” she asked.

“No.” He didn’t have a single feeling about it.

“That must be nice. I hate that I hit him.” She rubbed her hand. “I didn’t mean for it to go quite so hard.” She sighed. “He made me so mad. You know he called me a slut.”

“What?” Venom asked, and he jerked up in his seat. He was about to get to his feet, but Morwenna put her hand on his chest and forced him to sit back. In the process, she had thrown a leg over his body, and her hand was still on his chest.

He stared at her. She looked back at him. Their eyes locked.

Reaching up, he tucked some hair behind her ear. Her lips looked inviting, and he wanted to kiss them. He leaned up, and when she didn’t pull away, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. A small moan escaped her lips, but she didn’t pull away. She hadn’t moved, and he risked putting his hand on her thigh.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Kissing you.” He stroked his hand up her thigh, then gripped her ass, to which she let out a little moan. “Unless you tell me not to.”

“We shouldn’t do this,” she said.

“Why not?” This was not a direct refusal.

“I’m still married.”

“You’re separated and want a divorce. This is not cheating. You’ve made it clear that you want this over. Tell me to stop because you want it to stop.”

She gripped his shirt in her fist, but she didn’t push him away. She pulled him closer and he kissed her. Morwenna melted against him. She whimpered as he gripped her ass, loving the fullness of her flesh. His cock was hard as rock, and she thrust against him. He growled against her lips, stroked his tongue across her lip, and she gasped, opening up to him.

He squeezed her ass, and then ran his hand down her thigh, back up again. He tightened his grip and moved her into position so she straddled his waist. She put her hands on either side of his head.

Venom cupped her hips and pulled her down so that her pussy was right next to his cock. They wore too many clothes, and he teased the edge of her old shirt. It had holes in odd places, but he knew it was comfortable to her. She wore it more often for bed, and he pulled it right off over her head, to find she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were more perfect than he even imagined. They filled his palms perfectly, and he massaged the beaded nipples. She threw back her head with a moan.

He couldn’t resist taking one into his mouth, and he sucked on it tightly. Her moans echoed around the room, and it made his cock hurt. Letting go of one nipple, he quickly moved to the other, and she writhed on his cock. He needed her naked, and he pulled away, changing their positions so he was the one over her.

He grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants and started to pull them off her body. She helped him by wriggling out of them. The moment they were all free and clear, he tossed them aside.

He intended to explore her body, but Morwenna had other plans, as she ran her hands down his chest, gripping the shirt, and then pulling it right over his head. She sat up, and then sunk down onto the floor. He captured her hands. “What are you doing?”

“If I’m naked, you will be too.” She gave his pants a tug, and he had to help her to ease it over the strength of his erection.

He’d not been with a woman in over five years. Not since coming out of prison either, as there had only been one woman he wanted. Morwenna. The woman on her knees before him. Her gaze on his dick, and the look in her eyes, told him she clearly wasn’t expecting the sheer size of him. He knew he had a big dick. Not that it mattered. His cock didn’t define him. Although, it tended to help him shut up the women for a short time. With Morwenna, he didn’t want to shut her up. She was the first and only woman he enjoyed spending time with.

He helped her kick off his pants, and just as he was about to reach for her, Morwenna wrapped her hand around the thickness of his cock. It had been well over five years since he had the touch of a woman.

“I’m clean,” she said.

“So am I.”

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Too long, over five years.”

“But what about when you got out?”

“You’re the only one I’ve wanted,” he said.

He saw the shock on her face.

“Didn’t you have … needs?”

“No, I only wanted you, and I was willing to wait.”