Devil's Crown MC, 1
He’s the ruthless President of the Devil’s Crown MC. She’s the one woman he was never meant to have.
When King walked into the bar Lena worked at, he didn’t expect to find her cornered by enemy bikers. He saved her that night and he never forgot the fire in her eyes.
Lena was supposed to be off-limits. Too young, too sweet for a man who built his empire with blood and steel. But the second she looked at him, she was already his.
King doesn’t play nice. He doesn’t ask permission. When enemies come for her again and try take what’s his, he’ll burn their whole world down to bring Lena back.
She should hate him. Fear him. Run from the monster everyone whispers about. Instead, Lena sees the man beneath the scars … the man who’d tear apart the world just to keep her safe.
Now she’s not just the woman he rescued. She’s his obsession. His weakness. His everything.
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Her breath hitched, but she didn’t shrink away. She never did. “You think you can keep doing this?” she hissed. “Showing up, taking over, deciding what I need?”
“Damn right,” he snarled, the words scraped raw from his chest. “Because if I hadn’t shown up tonight, you’d be in a hospital bed, or worse. You don’t get it, Lena. They’re not playing games. I won’t let them touch you.”
Her chest heaved, eyes flashing with anger, but beneath it he saw the flicker of something else. Heat.
“You’re infuriating,” she whispered.
“And you drive me out of my goddamn mind,” King said.
The space between them burned away. His mouth crashed down on hers, rough, desperate, explosive.
Lena gasped, then melted into him. She fisted her hands in the leather of his cut. The kiss wasn’t sweet, it was fire and fury, all teeth and tongue, the clash of two people who’d been circling each other too long.
King groaned against her mouth, the sound ripped from somewhere deep. He’d kissed women before, more than he could count, but never like this. Never like it mattered.
Lena pressed her body to his, soft curves against his hard edges, and his control snapped. King grabbed her hips, hauling her closer, grinding the evidence of his hunger against her thigh. She moaned, the sound wrecking him, fueling him.
“King…” Her voice was shaky, pleading, but not with fear.
He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her lips, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Her eyes locked on his, wide and burning. “Don’t you dare stop.”
That was all he needed. King kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate, pouring everything into it. His rage, relief, hunger, reverence. He explored her, sliding one hand up her spine, the other tangling in her hair. She tasted like coffee and defiance, like the only thing he’d ever crave again.
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