I f*cked her like she’s my property – because she is.
She showed up on my doorstep, desperate and alone.
My dead brother’s girl – with their baby in her arms.
I’ll take them in…under one condition.
As long as they’re here, I’m gonna f*ck her from dusk ‘til dawn.
I’m not a babysitter, not a saint.
Hell, I’m not even a nice guy.
I’m a motherf*cking biker.
I fight hard and f*ck harder.
I ride fast and drink faster.
I don’t ask forgiveness or permission – I just take what I want and crush anyone who tries to stop me.
But Ellie is an obstacle of a whole ‘nother type.
I didn’t ask to be the guardian of my dead brother’s family…
And yet, here they are.
But it’s more than just a babysitting gig.
She needs something from me.
A fake marriage.
Well, shit.
I’ll do what I have to do – for my brother’s sake.
But if Ellie’s gonna be my wife, she better be prepared to perform all her wifely duties.
This wedding may be fake, but her moans sure as hell won’t be.
Bend over, sweetheart.
You belong to me now.