Devil's Crown MC, 4
Havoc lives for the road and the Devil’s Crown MC. As Road Captain, danger is part of the job and attachments are liabilities he buried the day he lost his old lady. Love cost him everything once. He swore he’d never make that mistake again.
Then Ivy steps into his path. She’s an outside hired to bring color to the Devil’s Crown compound. She isn’t impressed by his reputation, his cut, or his growl. She stands her ground, challenges him, and sees straight through the walls he’s spent years building.
Havoc should keep his distance. Ivy should walk away. Instead, sparks fly. When a rival MC targets Ivy to make a statement, Havoc is forced to face the truth he’s been running from. She isn’t just a distraction. She’s his weakness. His fire. His second chance.
Saving her means risking a club war. Loving her means opening old wounds that never truly healed, but some things are worth bleeding for.
Excerpt:
I told you to drop it,” Havoc said.
“You don’t get to decide that,” she replied, chin lifting even as her knees felt weak. “You don’t get to kiss me like that and then pretend it didn’t happen.”
Something flickered in his eyes. There was definitely heat, but there was also something darker too.
“You think this ends well?” he asked quietly.
“I think,” she said, voice softer but no less sure, “you’re hiding.”
His jaw tightened. “You don’t know me.”
“I know what I feel,” Ivy said. “And I know you felt it too.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Havoc dropped his gaze to her mouth again, and it lingered. His control seemed like a visible thing now to Ivy, pulled tight as wire.
“You should go,” he said, though he didn’t move to open the door.
“Make me,” she whispered, feeling half excited and defiant.
Ever since their paths had clashed, Ivy had erotic dreams of Havoc night after night. Finally, this was actually happening. He surged forward, crowding her space, using his hands to bracket her against the door.
The kiss that followed was nothing like the morning. It was slower, deeper, dangerous in a way that made her toes curl. Ivy gasped into his mouth, hands fisting in his towel as she kissed him back with everything she’d held in all day.
The world narrowed to heat and breath and the thud of her heart.
He lifted her without effort, turning and depositing her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing. She bounced once against the mattress, laughter bubbling up despite the tension, then he was over her, caging her in.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, both breathing hard, eyes dark and searching.
“This is a bad idea,” Havoc said.
“Probably,” Ivy agreed.
Neither of them moved away.
When his mouth found hers again, it was inevitable. The bed creaked beneath them, and for the first time since she’d arrived at the compound, Ivy felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
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