Bound: An MC Romance: Satan's Chaos MC, #3

BOUND: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan's Chaos MC Book 3)

By Nicole Fox

I’LL KEEP HER TIED UP UNTIL SHE GIVES ME WHAT I WANT: A BABY.

I was running from the law when I came across a bonfire in the desert.

Crazy girl burning her ex’s car? Check.

Hot as hell and desperate for a revenge f**k? Check.

The last person in the world I should be associating with? Check, check, and checkmate.

But she’s too damn perfect for me to stay away.

I needed to lie low for a while, and the best place to hide is in plain sight.

So I take a job guarding a reality star in the middle of an emotional breakdown.

After all, no one would expect a criminal like me to be swimming in the rich kid end of the pool.

Her glitzy diamonds and ritzy dances are a far cry from the leather and liquor I’m used to.

But Francesca Savoy is temptation in a tight black dress.

And she’s falling off her high horse...

Right into my tattooed arms.

I’ll let her keep thinking she’s the one running the show.

She doesn’t know that she’s falling for me.

That every touch, every tease, every rough, sweaty f**k is getting her more and more ensnared in my trap.

I want one thing: a baby.

And no one is gonna stop me from getting it.

Not her ex.

Not her mother.

Not even Francesca herself.

Chapter 1

Francesca

Well, now that she said it out loud, it sounded silly. Just putting it out there like that. Logan didn’t seem like the type of person to say those things to anyone, no matter what he felt. And Francesca had just made it weird. It would be even more weird to apologize or take it back now. Shit. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.

Logan was still silent, and Francesca couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Silence reigned over their little campsite, the only sounds coming from the crackle of the fire pit.

After a long moment, Logan brushed his fingers over her arm, making her jump a little in surprise. Do you mean it? he asked, his voice filled with hope and something like awe.

Francesca let out a long breath she hadn’t known she was holding. Of course I do, Logan. I followed you out here, didn’t I? Risked my reputation to keep you out of jail. Did you think I did that for fun?

He chuckled. Might be a mistake, saying you’re in love with a criminal, Francesca. What will people say? his fingers caressed circles up and down her arm; she shivered, but not from the chill.

I don’t care what anyone says, she answered, her voice thick with emotion.

All of a sudden, Logan was kissing her, his mouth hungry, his hands holding her face pressed closer to his. Francesca, I — I love you, he whispered.

And Francesca’s heart soared, swelling until it pressed against the confines of her chest. Everything ached, everything felt heady and light and beautiful. She was filled with the dizzying feeling of having drunk too much wine too fast. Filled with the thrill of driving too fast on an empty highway. She could feel the whole world spinning under her feet, and yet it seemed to all be frozen in place, holding its breath.

With a cry, she threw herself forward, claiming his lips again, her tears turning their lips salty as they spilled down her face.

He loves me. I love him. The sound of him saying he loved her echoed inside of her skull.

There was a part, a tiny part of her in the dark recesses of her mind that whispered that Logan couldn’t love her. That they couldn’t belong together. But she told that tiny shadow in the back of her brain to go take a long hike off of a tall cliff.

For now, all that mattered was the crackle of the fire, and his body close to hers. Logan, with a fire in his eyes hotter and brighter than the one that burned in the fire pit, tore off both of their clothing with a fervor Francesca had never witnessed in him before. His buried his face against the curve of her neck while hard, bruising fingers caressed every inch of her skin. Gasping, Francesca clung to him, her mouth kissing every inch of skin she could reach. Her lips traveled across his tattooed shoulders and up that beautiful, long neck of his. His scent was thickest here, that spicy raw scent of the man she loved.

She inhaled deeply; she never wanted to forget this scent for as long as she lived.

Sliding down his body, Francesca kissed every inch of him. Her mouth traveled along his arms, her teeth nibbling along the ridges of his arms and his wrists. One at a time, keeping her eyes locked with his, Francesca pulled each one of his fingers into her mouth, suckling them gently. Logan shuddered under her ministrations, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. But he let her take control, perhaps curious to see what she would do.

She continued, caressing the curves of his chest and stomach muscles with teeth, lips, and tongue, tracing the long lines of his tattoos with her mouth. He made a small noise in the back of his throat as her kisses moved south down his perfect body. Logan’s hands came to rest on her shoulders and she got to her knees, bending over him for better access to his hips, his thighs, and eventually, the throbbing cock that stood at attention between his legs.

Admiring that wonderful dick for a moment, Francesca tentatively ran her fingers over the spongy head of his glorious cock, unable to believe how soft the skin was that wrapped around him like silk. She pressed her lips to the head, kissing it softly. Logan’s hands began to move as she made out with his dick. He massaged her shoulders with his strong hands, moving up her back as Francesca took a hold of his manhood in one of her hands, squeezing gently as she put the tip of him in between her lips.

Moaning, Logan took a hold of her hard enough to bruise. He pulled her to one side, giving him access to her pussy as she swallowed him, her mouth watering as she caressed him with her questing tongue. He fit into her willing throat, her lips sliding all the way to the base of him before pulling back up. Logan quivered underneath her.

His fingers traveled her body as she sucked him, her head bobbing in a slow, sensual rhythm. His thumb found its way inside of her, nearly making her scream as she swallowed him again. The finger slid in and out of her wet opening, caressing her g-spot and sending pleased shivers through her whole, quaking body.

The night air was cold against her boiling hot skin as Logan laid back,