Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3)

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Authors: Sam Crescent
leaned her head back, loving the rush of wind whip across her face. Her hair waved behind her as they rode a little faster.
    “This is fantastic,” she said, screaming.
    Knife worked the roads like the expert he was, and she gave herself over to his power.
    I want this.
    I can’t wait for tonight.
    The one constant that she wanted in the past year had been Knife. Should she feel guilty about that? She didn’t know.
    He’d been right though. Most of her life she’d only followed what others wanted. Ralf had wanted to move in with her, so she’d gone along with it. She had dated him because he kept on persisting.
    This was not about him anymore. This was about what she wanted, and she wanted to be with Knife. The way he made her feel, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
    He pulled up outside of a pharmacy, and she climbed off, this time without landing on her ass, which she was grateful for.
    Knife took her hand and they made their way inside the small building. He went straight to the section for condoms and picked up five boxes.
    “Five?”
    “Yeah, I’m always prepared.”
    Her cheeks were on fire as they made their way up to the counter.
    The woman on the counter looked at them and then at the large selection of condoms. If Sarah could, she’d have buried her head in Knife’s back. Instead, she tightened her hand in his.
    “Do you want a bag?”
    “Yeah, we do.” Knife pulled out his wallet, paying the woman.
    “That was so embarrassing,” Sarah said once they were outside.
    “We won’t be the first people she’s served tonight. There’ll be a lot of kids coming to buy condoms.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Yep. I don’t have a problem. More kids need to learn to bag their shit up.” Knife tucked the bag of condoms in a satchel that was attached to the bike. Climbing on behind him, she held tightly.
    She didn’t know how much time had passed before he was pulling into the parking lot of a nice looking motel.
    There was a red sign to say there were vacancies and also that they were open.
    Following Knife inside, she waited for the key. He paid for the room, and then they were outside the far room on the first floor.
    He opened the door, and she entered, going straight to the curtains to draw them closed.
    Knife closed the door, and she turned to him, fisting her hands at her sides. This was all new to her, and now she was nervous as hell.
    He flicked the light on, and the bulb created a nice glow within the room.
    “Could we turn it off?”
    “You’ve not got a chance. When I fuck you, Sarah, I’m going to be watching you. I’m going to see you, and I’m not going to take you in the dark.” He stepped up close to her, and he held onto her shoulders. The tips of his fingers stroked beneath the edge of her dress. Down his hands went going to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, but he didn’t look down. His gaze remained on hers, and she loved it. There was no way she could walk away. He stroked her nipples then moved down, touching over her stomach.
    She tried to suck in the evidence of her more rounded stomach, but he wasn’t having any of it.
    “There’s no need to hide from me, baby. Your body is sexy as fuck.” He rounded her stomach, to grab her hips, then down to her ass. “Every single inch of you is perfection. No one should tell you otherwise. These tits, they’re full, and I bet you’ve got large nipples, red, and begging to be sucked.” He stroked her pointed nipples, before moving down. “Your hips are for real men that need something to hold onto.” He didn’t stop there. Knife pressed his hand between her thighs, stroking her pussy. “I can see from your face how responsive you are. I bet you’ve got a nice, fat cunt ready for my dick. I’m not a small man, Sarah. I’m a large man, and I need a good, full woman to take me. I want that woman to be you.”
    “Knife,” she said his name, moaning at the same time.
    He reached behind her, and started to

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