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    Bad Boy's Power: Lost Disciples MC, #3
    Bad Boy's Power: Lost Disciples MC, #3
    Bad Boy's Power: Lost Disciples MC, #3
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    Bad Boy's Power: Lost Disciples MC, #3

    By Kathryn Thomas

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    Bad Boy's Power is book 3 and the finale of the Lost Disciples MC trilogy!

    He tied me down and took me like he owned me.

    I'm not his property. I refuse to be.
    But the bad boy biker isn't giving me much choice.
    The harder I try to escape the MC life…
    The harder he pins me down and owns me.

    NATASHA

    My father is dead. And now the monsters are coming after me.

    I didn't know what to feel while I watched my father's body get lowered into the ground.
    Part of me was devasted, of course – no daughter should have to bury her father.
    But part of me couldn't help but be relieved.

    Because I want no part of my dad's criminal empire.
    I just want to be left the hell alone.
    His enemies, his allies, all of them – get away from me.

    But Griffin won't take no for an answer.

    I'll admit it – I let him get too close.
    That was my mistake.
    But it might have been a fatal one.

    Because Griffin will never be content with just one kiss, just one touch.
    He won't stop until he's consumed all of me.
    And the scariest part of all?

    I don't want him to stop.
    I'm dying to see just how far the bad boy can take me.

    GRIFFIN

    I'm everything she never wanted.
    I'm tatted and mean.
    I'm rugged and ruthless.
    I'm a leather-bound, inked-up son of a b!tch who seizes what he wants and doesn't let go until I've gotten every bit of pleasure I can wring out of it.

    And that includes her:
    Natasha.
    The delicate little princess.

    She says she just wants to leave everything behind and run from her father's legacy.
    But the outlaw world is not so easy to get away from.
    Us bikers cling to what we want.

    And I want her.

    I want her to beg me for release.
    I want her to moan my name into the rafters.
    I want her to realize that I own her body, her mind, her heart and soul.

    Above all, I want her to see the truth:
    She's my property now.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateMar 18, 2019
    ISBN9781386060727
    Bad Boy's Power: Lost Disciples MC, #3

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      Bad Boy's Power - Kathryn Thomas

      Bad Boy’s Power: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lost Disciples MC Book 3)

      By Kathryn Thomas

      Kathryn%20Thomas_Bad%20Boy's%20Power.jpg

      He tied me down and took me like he owned me.

      I’M NOT HIS PROPERTY. I refuse to be.

      But the bad boy biker isn’t giving me much choice.

      The harder I try to escape the MC life...

      The harder he pins me down and owns me.

      NATASHA

      My father is dead. And now the monsters are coming after me.

      I didn’t know what to feel while I watched my father’s body get lowered into the ground.

      Part of me was devasted, of course – no daughter should have to bury her father.

      But part of me couldn’t help but be relieved.

      Because I want no part of my dad’s criminal empire.

      I just want to be left the hell alone.

      His enemies, his allies, all of them – get away from me.

      But Griffin won’t take no for an answer.

      I’ll admit it – I let him get too close.

      That was my mistake.

      But it might have been a fatal one.

      Because Griffin will never be content with just one kiss, just one touch.

      He won’t stop until he’s consumed all of me.

      And the scariest part of all?

      I don’t want him to stop.

      I’m dying to see just how far the bad boy can take me.

      GRIFFIN

      I’m everything she never wanted.

      I’m tatted and mean.

      I’m rugged and ruthless.

      I’m a leather-bound, inked-up son of a b!tch who seizes what he wants and doesn’t let go until I’ve gotten every bit of pleasure I can wring out of it.

      And that includes her:

      Natasha.

      The delicate little princess.

      She says she just wants to leave everything behind and run from her father’s legacy.

      But the outlaw world is not so easy to get away from.

      Us bikers cling to what we want.

      And I want her.

      I want her to beg me for release.

      I want her to moan my name into the rafters.

      I want her to realize that I own her body, her mind, her heart and soul.

      Above all, I want her to see the truth:

      She’s my property now.

      Prologue

      The lazy afternoon sun streamed in through the window of the bedroom, catching the dust in the air and lighting it up like sparks or flecks of gold. The golden light played across the bedroom, falling on the faces of old collectible dolls, of dusty books that hadn’t been read in years. It pooled around the old records and discarded clothing. In spite of the mess of the room, the sunshine made a beautiful sight, but the two people on the bed weren’t paying any sort of attention.

      Griffin kissed down the stomach of the girl—whose name he had already forgotten. She moaned appreciatively as his tongue hit home, lapping at her until she grabbed fistfuls of his dark hair and attempted to bring him up to face her.

      She was hot in that biker chick sort of way, with bone-straight, dark hair that was clearly dyed, and sleepy, unimpressed eyes. Tattoos were scrawled over her body; she looked like a sexy coloring book. Griffin didn’t care, honestly, it all worked for him.

      The girl looked up at him once they were facing each other again, her lips moist and parted, her skin flushed with want and desire.

      Just fuck me already, she demanded.

      Griffin reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of her silky hair. With a forceful hand, he pulled, snapping her head back. He leaned over and growled in her ear, I’ll fuck you when I want to fuck you.

      The girl squirmed with pleasure as he moved downwards once again, staring at the ceiling until Griffin hit his mark, and then she was panting, writhing on the bed, as though she couldn’t take it anymore. She gasped as she came, and he pressed himself harder between her legs, licking up every drop before pulling back and unbuttoning his pants.

      The girl was still riding the wave of the terrific orgasm, as he slowly made his way back up her body, sliding the condom on and positioning himself between her legs. She looked up at him with those heavily lidded eyes, full of impatience to the point where Griffin considered denying her once again, but there was no point in wasting time. He buried himself inside of her, listening to her squeals of pleasure as he began to move his hips. It felt good, because it always felt good.

      They moved together in the golden light of the afternoon, fucking during that strange and lovely time of day—before the sun started to slouch off towards sundown.

      When Griffin put his mind to it, he could last a long time, thus giving him a bit of a reputation with the girls around town. It was a point of pride to him, but this encounter wasn’t something he planned on lingering over. He drove into her with a frenzy, clenching his teeth and gripping her hips in an effort to go harder and deeper, as she moaned and thrashed in appreciation.

      She hooked her ankles around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. She seemed to enjoy it, but then again they always did. He pulled back for a moment before withdrawing completely and grabbing ahold of her ankle. She looked at him quizzically until her expression burst with understanding as he flipped her over onto her stomach. Guiding himself in again, he worked at her from behind, as she moaned and convulsed into the pillow.

      After he felt her climax around him, he flipped her over again and went hard, feeling it edging up for him, knowing that it was coming.

      Do you want it? he growled.

      Yes, she replied, her voice muffled.

      Finally, with a grunt, he came, grabbing fistfuls of the quaint little quilt that she had spread out on her bed. The pleasure of it all made his mind go pleasantly blank, and he gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts before feeling the tentative creeping of her fingers as they traced up his back, the trap of her arms wrapping around him. With a sudden movement, he pushed himself away, rolling next to her on the bed. It was important, in times like these, to maintain a distance.

      Her cool eyes turned to him, trying to remain unimpressed, but he could see the poison of tenderness dawning in her eyes. Wasn’t that always what happened? A chick simply didn’t know how to detach. After catching his breath for a moment, he moved from the bed to gather his clothes. The girl stretched like a cat who had been fed far too much cream, smiling at him appreciatively as she watched him bend over to retrieve his shirt.

      You sure know what you’re doing, huh? she asked, drawling out her vowels in that lazy Texas accent.

      Always, he replied with a disconnected air. Now that his need had been met, his mind had turned to far more serious tasks at hand.

      The girl rolled onto her stomach, levelling him with a gaze that clearly said that she wanted something from him. So do I.

      Her words were weighed with such smug self-importance that it gave Griffin pause. He looked over at her. His face was full—not with disdain—but with an exasperation that ran deep. He felt as though this sort of thing happened all too often, so it was best to nip it in the bud completely.

      He assessed her blandly before shrugging on his tight, black shirt. The muscles underneath the tattoos on his forearms rippled, and he knew that she was watching. She was hot enough, all lean curves and cat-like grace, and her tongue was quick and clever,

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