SHE'S HOLDING ON TIGHT.
As a teen, Dawn ran from a life on the
streets straight into the arms of Jimmy "Mad Dog" Sanchez, a biker
who promised to be her knight in shining armor. But his love was just another
cage. Years later, Dawn's former life still has its hooks in her and she'll do
whatever it takes to break free. When Cade "Ryder" O'Connor, a member
of a rival club, makes her an offer, Dawn finds herself in a different, hotter
kind of trouble with one irresistible Sinner…
WILL HE GIVE HER THE RIDE
OF HER LIFE?
Cade is an outlaw biker with allegiance
to one thing and one thing only: The Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club. But when
it comes to the stunningly sexy, fiercely independent Dawn Delgado, Cade finds
himself…hungrier for more. Trouble is on Dawn's heels and he wants to be the
answer to her prayers, whether she wants him to be or not. What can't be denied
is the red-hot attraction between them. However, as they fall deeper, the
danger rises and Cade may have to sacrifice it all…in Beyond the Cutby New York
Times bestselling author Sarah Castille.
“Dawn, babe. You are so beautiful you
could make a priest sin.”
“Good thing then I already have a
Sinner.”
When his palm cupped the smooth
perfection of her breast, and his thumb brushed gently over her taut, rosy
nipple, he couldn’t hold back. With a groan, he eased her back on the desk,
wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
“What my old lady wants, my old lady
gets.” He smoothed his hands along her inner thighs, his fingers brushing over
the lace tops of her stockings and along the garter elastics, until he reached
her lace panties. She liked lace. He remembered tearing lace panties off her
before, the soft rend of material as erotic a sound as her whimper when he
stroked her wet pussy.
“More, Cade. Don’t tease.”
His body shook like it was his first
time, like he had at the age of fourteen when he discovered he could lose
himself in a woman’s embrace and the shouting and crying and screaming he heard
at home would fade away beneath moans and whimpers of desire. He couldn’t stop
the pain, but at least he could give pleasure.
He cupped her breast in his hand, tugging
down her bra to take her nipple in his mouth.
“Oh God.” Dawn arched off the desk,
offering him more. Her hands slid over his chest, sending wave after wave of
heat down to his cock. Unable to stop himself, he ground his erection against
the curve of her sex until he was on the verge of spilling himself like a
teenage boy.
Her hips rocked against him, her heels
digging into his back. With her head thrown back, her hair spread around her in
a golden wave, she was a goddess, devastatingly beautiful, irresistibly wanton
. . . and his.
Mine. Overwhelmed with a need
to claim her, he grasped the edge of her panties and eased them over her hips,
sliding them over her lean legs and off. Too pretty to tear away.
He heard her gasp, and if he hadn’t been
so wound up, he would have savored her, licked the salty sweetness from her
skin, and teased her nipples until she writhed beneath him. But that was for
another time. Another place. A night when they weren’t the guests of honor at
their own party and everyone would be wondering where they were. Now was about
sex. Rough and raw. Pure and primal. Now was about making her truly his.
“Are you wet for me, babe?” His hand
dropped to his belt and he worked at the buckle.
“So wet.”
“Are you hot?” The buckle gave way and he
tore open his fly.
“So hot.”
“Legs on my shoulders.” He pulled a
condom from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth, then sheathed himself
as she positioned herself, calves on his shoulders, her glistening pussy wet
and inviting.
“Now,” she demanded.
He entered her with one hard thrust, his
hands around her thighs, holding her in place. Dawn arched against him, rocked
into his rhythm, her hands clenched tight on the lip of the desk.
“God, you feel so good.”
The desk squeaked across the floor as he
hammered into her. When he felt the little quivers in her sex that told him she
was close, he traced his thumb over her clit, spreading her moisture up and
around until her legs tightened around him and her heels dug into his freshly
dressed wound. Pleasure-pain suffused his body and he felt a familiar pressure
at the base of his spine.
The doorknob rattled and Cade froze.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Not again. Someone’s gonna die.”
“Hey you two,” Tank yelled. “Come outta
there and join the party, or else we’re coming in.”
Cade heard laughter and the sound of
voices. His cock throbbed so painfully his eyes watered. “Fuck off.”
“Maybe we should . . .”
He thrust deep and Dawn’s back arched.
“Oh God. So close. Make them go away.”
“Pleasure.” Cade reached across the desk
for his gun. Sex with his old lady was serious business. Not to be disturbed.
Especially when he was so damn close he had to grit his teeth against the pain.
“No. I didn’t mean—”
He fired at the door, aiming his shots at
the ceiling. A woman screamed. The brothers gathered outside the door roared
with laughter.
“Catch you at a bad time, brother?”
Sparky shouted. “We need to know if you’re fighting at the next fight.”
“This is worse than a civilian wedding,”
Dawn muttered. “Although we’re supposed to be in a fancy hotel room when we’re
hazed.”
Cade placed the gun on the table beside
her. “My woman doesn’t get interrupted when she’s about to come.”
“That’s sweet, in a
terrifying-ruthless-biker-I’ll-be-totally-humiliated-when-we-walk-out of-here
kinda way.”
“Fucking me is not humiliating. Most of
the girls out there would die to take your place.”
Dawn
glanced from side to side, taking in the dingy room, and then laughed. “First
of all, I am reassured that you do not suffer from a lack of self-confidence.
Second, how about you get on with the program. Since they all now know what
we’re up to, we might as well enjoy it so I can lord it over all those girls
who are dying to take my place. And third, if you do any more shooting, someone
probably will die.”
New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled abroad before
trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home
near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic
suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. Her
books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance series, and the
dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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