Devil's Crown MC, 2
He’s her salvation. She’s the chaos he never saw coming.
When Mara runs from the Blood Vultures MC, her father’s club, she knows there’s no going back. Her old man sold her to the Iron Serpents MC to pay his debts, and now every outlaw on the highway is hunting her. Alone, broke, and desperate, she’s out of options until Viper finds her.
Vice President of the Devil’s Crown MC. Ex-military. Dangerous as sin. Viper has built his life on control, but one terrified woman changes everything. Protecting her shouldn’t matter this much, yet every time he looks into her eyes, walking away gets harder.
Keeping Mara safe means going to war with two rival clubs. Loving her means risking his patch and his heart. When bullets fly and blood spills, Viper knows one thing for certain. No one takes what’s his.
Excerpt:
Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “I want this as much as you do.”
For a heartbeat he hesitated, fighting the urge to keep running from what he wanted. Then he gave in.
He kissed her again, slower this time but no less intense, hands sliding to her hips as he guided her backward off the mat. The world outside that room didn’t exist. It was just her, him, and the quiet thud of their hearts.
When her back met the wall, she smiled up at him, breathless. “So much for keeping distance.”
“Never was my strong suit,” he said hoarsely.
Her laugh melted into another kiss. It tasted like sweat and adrenaline and every bad idea he’d ever had. He didn’t care.
By the time they made it down the hall to his room, neither of them remembered who’d moved first. The door shut behind them with a soft click, cutting off the noise from the clubhouse. The air felt different in here. It was quieter, charged.
He cupped her face in his hands, brushing the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
“You sure?” he had to ask, voice low.
She nodded, eyes steady. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Mara told him.
Something in him broke then, clean and final. He kissed her again, softer now, reverent, like a promise he hadn’t realized he was making. For the first time in years, he stopped thinking about control. He just let himself feel.
They dispensed with their clothes. Viper watched tensely as Mara curiously looked over his scarred body. He forced himself to stand still as she approached him, touching the old bullet wounds on his abdomen.
“You’ve seen hell,” she murmured.
Viper nodded, unsure what else to say. He’d told her bits and pieces of his past, about his time in the army. How he wound up with the Devil’s Crown MC. With her, it was easy to tell, to talk.
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