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    His Toy: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance: War Cry MC, #2
    His Toy: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance: War Cry MC, #2
    His Toy: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance: War Cry MC, #2
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    His Toy: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance: War Cry MC, #2

    By Nicole Fox

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    His Toy is book 2 of the War Cry MC trilogy. Book 3, His Plaything, is available everywhere now!

    I TOOK THAT NAUGHTY VIRGIN AND F**KED MY BABY INTO HER.

    The police chief took something that belongs to me.
    So I'm going to take what's most precious to him: his virgin daughter.
    I'm gonna tease her. I'm gonna taste her.
    And then I'm gonna f**k her until she's heavy with my child.

    I'm not a man you should cross.
    Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth?
    That's amateur sh*t.

    When someone wrongs me, I don't just get even.
    I burn everything they love to the ground.

    The pig stole a document that he never should have touched.
    So I do the only thing that's fair:
    Make his daughter my own.

    It's not enough just to steal her, or just to seduce her.
    I have to break her completely.

    With every word, every touch, every command,
    I turn the innocent virgin into a c**k-hungry play toy.
    She's mine now, from top to bottom, inside and out.

    And it won't be long before she's on all fours, begging me to put my baby inside of her.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMBK Hanson Inc.
    Release dateMay 9, 2018
    ISBN9781386001218
    His Toy: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance: War Cry MC, #2
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    Nicole Fox

    Nicole Fox writes smart, sexy mafia romance novels. She is a crazy cat lady in her late 30s with a coffee addiction, an overactive imagination, and a husband who somehow puts up with her impulsive need to keep buying new plants for their house. Sign up for her mailing list at http://bit.ly/NicoleFoxMailingList. 

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      His Toy - Nicole Fox

      His Toy: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (War Cry MC) (Book 2)

      By Nicole Fox

      I TOOK THAT NAUGHTY VIRGIN AND F**KED MY BABY INTO HER.

      THE POLICE CHIEF TOOK something that belongs to me.

      So I’m going to take what’s most precious to him: his virgin daughter.

      I’m gonna tease her. I’m gonna taste her.

      And then I’m gonna f**k her until she’s heavy with my child.

      I’m not a man you should cross.

      Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth?

      That’s amateur sh*t.

      When someone wrongs me, I don’t just get even.

      I burn everything they love to the ground.

      The pig stole a document that he never should have touched.

      So I do the only thing that’s fair:

      Make his daughter my own.

      It’s not enough just to steal her, or just to seduce her.

      I have to break her completely.

      With every word, every touch, every command,

      I turn the innocent virgin into a c**k-hungry play toy.

      She’s mine now, from top to bottom, inside and out.

      And it won’t be long before she’s on all fours, begging me to put my baby inside of her.

      Chapter One

      Corinne

      Iought to have been exhausted, and I supposed, in a way, I was. Even though, to be honest, Asa had done most of the work, I felt as if I had run a couple of marathons back to back. But then again, I also felt exhilarated. I had crossed frontiers, done things I had never done, felt things I had scarcely believed possible, and experienced an ecstasy I had never imagined. With that came excitement and unexpected energy, banishing tiredness. I wasn't ready to go home yet.

      We've probably got a few hours yet.

      Asa looked at me in polite horror. I love your optimism, but I can hardly walk, let alone anything else. You've got to at least give me a chance to get the feeling back downstairs.

      I meant we could do something else! The night's activities had sated even my intense lust for Asa. For tonight at least. Tomorrow was another day. Let's go for a ride.

      Asa grinned, and I wondered if he was feeling the same light-headed euphoria that I was.

      Minutes later, we were racing along the highway. I clung to Asa with a big grin on my face. Faster! I urged, and, as he so often had that night, Asa found another gear.

      It was hard not to make comparisons between this and our activities earlier, if only because right now I found it hard to think of anything else. Asa was in charge, and yet responding to my every whim, trying to make me happy. I made demands on him, and he pushed his powerful machine up to and beyond its limits just to satisfy my insatiable desire and make me scream in excitement. It was a wild thrill. I felt like an outlaw on the run.

      I was so caught up in this little fantasy of mine that, when I first heard the siren, I thought it must be in my imagination. It was only gradually that I realized it was real, and with that, the bottom dropped out of my stomach.

      Hell, muttered Asa, glancing back.

      I did the same, praying as hard as I could that I would not see what I was so afraid of seeing. But, even before I could see clearly, I had a hunch that I knew what I would see. I had had one of the best nights of my life, but a girl could only be that lucky for so long before the universe felt the need to balance it out with some equally bad luck. It wasn't just any cop on our tail. It was my dad.

      You can outrun him, right? I asked Asa, struggling to be heard above the engine. Bikes are faster than cars, yeah?

      Yeah, Asa replied through gritted teeth. But not safer.

      He didn't have to say it. I knew what he meant. If he had been on his own, then he would have outrun them. He was happy enough to risk his own life. But he would not risk mine. The irony was that, if Dad had known who he was pursuing, he probably would have pulled back too, not wanting to put me in danger. But he was tailing a speeding bike with no idea that it was his disobedient daughter on the back. And if he caught us, then prison was the best-case scenario for Asa. Out here in the middle of nowhere, there was no telling what might happen to a biker, caught with the sheriff's daughter. Accidents happen.

      What are we going to do?

      We're going to hide.

      Where? There was nothing to hide behind out here in the wilds.

      We're not far from town.

      I hadn't really noticed where we were, at first too caught up in enjoying myself, then in the terror of pursuit, but I saw now he was right. At this speed, we were only minutes from town, where there were plenty of places to hide. If we were lucky, then Asa could keep his liberty, and Dad would never know that I had gone behind his back again.

      But, then again, if he knew ...

      I dismissed the thought from my mind almost as soon as it came to me. I wanted to protect Asa, but if I could avoid hurting my father, then I would. I wasn't ready to make that sacrifice just yet.

      We hit town, and I thanked God that this was a quiet town where the streets were empty at night. There were no pedestrians to avoid and no other cars to weave around. Though, of course, that also meant that Dad could stay close.

      Where is he? Asa asked, his eyes glued to the road.

      I glanced back, trying to keep my face hidden. Just reaching the intersection.

      Right.

      Without warning, Asa pulled the bike left, and we hurtled down a narrow alleyway. I bit my lip to stop myself crying out in fear. I wasn't at all sure what Asa had in mind here. Dad might not be able to follow us, but he could meet as at the far end and might even be able to cut us off, as Asa had been forced to slow down in this narrow passage.

      Whoa! This time I did cry out as Asa, once again, took me by surprise, turning right, not into another alleyway, but down a slope into the loading bay of a warehouse.

      Come on. He was off the bike as soon as it stopped.

      Where are we?

      This place has been abandoned for years, Asa explained. It's condemned as unsafe, but the town never seems to have the budget to destroy it. It's a useful one to know about.

      We ran through empty, dusty rooms, our footsteps echoing loudly.

      Problem is, Asa continued, "that because it's a useful place to know about, I'm betting your dad does know about

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