A story inspired by true events
When ripped and brooding Rap Reader, VP of Carnage MC gets gorgeous Tania alone in the clubhouse, he slams her on the pool table, and shoots in all of her pockets. Rap’s ol’ lady is not amused, and takes after him with a pool cue.
Tania is on a mission. She means to have every man in the whole MC, and some of their women too, and she leaves a trail of destruction in her wake.
How many men can Tania snare into her storm of passion, and what can drive a woman to such ruthless vengeance?
Warning: This searing short story is packed with red-hot lust and violence from beginning to end, with explicit scenes of hard and horny bikers, and wild, reckless women. It is intended for mature readers of 18+ years ONLY.
(Formerly titled: Bad to the Bone)
EXCERPT: I breathed out with a sigh and in again while he watched the creamy tops of my breasts swell and flutter. His voice grated as he said, “See, I know that you know you ain’t allowed in here. That’s on account of you being a woman. But what I’m wondering is, how you got in here.”
“No, Colm,” I kept my voice low, too. In a low register and quiet, so he had to listen real hard, “I don’t think that’s what you’re wondering, how I got in here.”
I leaned back against the gun rack and hooked my thumbs in the jeans pockets of the little cut-offs. I felt myself getting wet down there. They were so tiny and tight, I was sure Colm could see that I hadn’t had time to put panties on underneath them.
I spread my fingers at the tops of my thighs. Pulled at the sides of my mound, stretching the denim tight over it. Rubbed it a little as I looked in his eye.
“No, Colm, I think you’re wondering how you get in here.” His eyes were fastened there, while I pulled the denim as tight as I could over…