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  “I don’t mind,” he answered. “Is that the reason why you didn’t want me to drive you? You were worried about me?”

  Jane bit her lower lip and nodded. “Before I met you, I couldn’t keep a man because they eventually became daunted by the press, by the fact I’m constantly under the spotlight. So I started going to the Black Feather instead. I liked how they kept the identities of their members private.”

  Jacob wove his hand into her hair and gave it a warning tug, forcing Jane to look up at him. “I don’t want to hear about other men you’ve been with. You know how possessive I can be.”

  “You sound jealous, Master.” There it was. The smile he wanted to see.

  Jacob smirked. “Don’t make me punish you in your own studio.”

  Jane drew a shaky breath. “The first time we met, I knew you were different.”

  The old Jane would’ve begged to be punished just to avoid having an adult conversation. His Little Sparrow had changed, grown up. Pleasure filled him.

  “We’ve been playing together for a long time, haven’t we? You’re the only sub I ever agreed to have private sessions at my home with. I knew you were different, too.” Jacob released her hair. “But you should know I want more.”

  Jane fell silent for a few moments, as though she was thinking hard. “You’ve seen a glimpse of what’s it like being with me. Privacy will be hard to come by. Knowing that, you still want me that way?”

  “I want it all,” he told her bluntly. Jacob opened his heart to her and offered it to her on a platter. “You’re the first thing I want to see in the morning, your tempting body covered in my marks, my cock buried in your cunt, and you wearing my collar. I’ll cook for you, care for you. Cherish you. I’ll hurt you when you beg me to. I’ll be all you ever need.”

  Jane shuddered at those words. When Jacob traced her bottom lip with his finger, she sucked on them. He groaned, imagining it was her mouth around his cock, Jane on her knees, naked and willing to serve. His jeans felt tight again.

  Jane pulled her lips away and used his thigh as a pillow. He ran his fingers through her hair and decided to take the chance. “Move in with me, Jane. I don’t mind going public with our relationship. I want the entire world to know you belong to me.”

  Her breath caught. Jacob thought she’d need more time to give him an answer. He was wrong.

  “Yes,” she murmured, raising her head to look up at him. “I’ll move in with you.”

  Epilogue

  One Month Later

  Jane spread out Jacob’s baby blanket over her worktable and looked at it for a while. She sensed him moving behind her chair. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, bending down to kiss her on the cheek. Then he moved his lips to the side of her neck, sinking his teeth right over her racing pulse.

  She moaned, letting go of the fabric.

  He pulled away. “Busy with your assignment, I see.”

  Jane looked up at him and smiled. “I can’t do anything else for it, Master.”

  He beamed at her like a proud teacher. “I’ve made carbonara for dinner, but I’ve decided I’ll have you first.”

  “Won’t the food grow cold?” she asked, feeling cheeky.

  Four weeks had passed since she’d officially moved into Jacob’s apartment. The press had a field day when Jane agreed to go on another talk show. This time, she felt braver, different and not just because Jacob was with her. For the first time in her life, she felt complete. Content. Happy.

  “You’ll choose dinner over this?”

  Jane’s heart thundered when he dangled the leather collar in front of her eyes.

  “Lift your hair,” he ordered.

  Jane did as he asked, closing her eyes and enjoying the comforting texture of the soft leather around her neck. Jacob gave the tag attached to the collar a flick. “Get up.”

  Jane shakily stood up. Jacob hooked two fingers under her collar and tugged her out of her workspace. The room used to be a spare guest room, but he’d converted it into a little studio she could use. Just thinking of how thoughtful he was made Jane all warm and fuzzy.

  They didn’t make it past the living room. Jacob stopped in front of the dining table. From here, Jane could smell the pasta he’d made in the kitchen. He released her collar and began unbuttoning her dress. In seconds, he stripped the sundress off of her, rendering her completely nude. His searing look made her nipples pebble, her pussy wet.

  “No underwear. I approve,” he said.

  Jane moved her gaze to the erection he sported for her.

  He noticed. “You want my dick, sub? Then beg me for it.”

  Jane knelt in front of him. At his nod, she unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. She took his cock out, stroking it with her fingers while Jacob wrapped her hair around his hand. She leaned forward, licking the pre-cum at the tip. She traced him from root to tip, using her tongue.

  “Get on with it,” he ordered.

  Jane opened her mouth and took his prick in. She bobbed her head up and down, pleased he grew rock hard for her. Jacob gave her a gentle push. Jane withdrew her mouth from his cock, waiting for his next order.

  Jacob dragged out a chair and sat on it like an arrogant king. “Get on my lap.”

  Jane stood up and draped herself over his thighs, moaning when he ran his big, callused hand down her spine and the cleft of her buttocks. He fingered the folds of her pussy, gave her clit a squeeze. Jane gasped, nearly coming then, but she held herself back. Jacob had trained her to come on his command and she didn’t have his say-so yet.

  “So soaked already. Naughty sub.” Jacob pulled his hand away, only to deliver the first blow.

  Jane moaned, clutching at his jeans as he started to spank her, never in the same place twice.

  “I want to hear you count. You miss a number and we’ll start over,” he said.

  “One,” Jane whispered, groaning, more turned on than ever.

  Jacob was in a playful mood today, so no heavy play. She didn’t mind at all. When he reached twenty, Jane was panting, and her thighs were soaked with her own need. Her chest heaved, and she became all too aware of her heavy breasts and her metal piercings digging into his denim-clad thigh. Her ass tingled, and by now, it must be red, marked with the imprints of his hand.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” Jacob said in a harsh voice.

  He helped get her into position. Jane let out a whimper when he used his foot to part her legs wider, exposing her aching pussy, her ass to him. Jacob closed his hands over her ass and slid right inside her without prior warning. She was so wet. Jane barely felt any pain. He always knew what she needed and right now, Jane wanted to be roughly handled by him.

  She moaned, digging her fingers into the wooden floors as he rutted her without mercy. With each stroke, he established ownership of her body, her heart, over and over again. Jane cried out, back arching as he found her G-spot. Jacob went for it repeatedly. She was no longer in the dining room. Her vision blurred. Pleas spilled out of her mouth.

  “Please, Master.”

  “Come for me, Little Sparrow. Do it now.” His next push sent her soaring through the clouds. She groaned when he reached between her legs and gave her clit a pinch. Jane came, gasping, screaming out his name, coating his hand with her cum.

  Jacob penetrated her a few more times before filling her cunt with his seed. He caught her before she could slide onto the floor. She felt boneless, languid, hardly aware of Jacob lifting her to her feet. He let her collapse against his body and she buried her face into his chest, right against his left pectoral which concealed a heart that beat for her. Then he wrapped his arms around her, resting one palm against her welted ass.

  “Mine,” he growled into her ear, making her shudder.

  She lifted her head and shot him a smile that seemed to have taken him by surprise. “Yours forever,” she murmured in agreement.

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  RIPPER’S VIRGIN BRIDE

  Winter Sloane

  Copyright © 2020

  Sample Chapter

  Ripper gritted his teeth, eyed the mess he’d made, and decided to squeeze out the rest of the motel’s free liquid soap onto his leather vest. The wet leather bunched under his hands and felt heavy as hell. The bloodstains hadn’t faded one bit.

  Not his fault. That drunkard at the bar had the guts to pick a fight with him. Ripper should’ve walked away. He promised himself he’d turn a new leaf but look at him. An hour out of Windsdale, and he’d already bloodied his fists, ruined his jacket in the process with that asshole’s blood.

  Frustrated, he threw the jacket at the shower wall.

  “Ought to just leave trash behind,” he grumbled under his breath. Ripper thought about burning it, but he shouldn’t be setting unnecessary fires.

  He got out of the shower, about to leave the bathroom, but he paused by the doorway. Ripper gripped the shoddy wooden frame and looked back at the jacket. The grinning skull mounted on a bike sewn on the left shoulder stared back at him. Taunted him mercilessly with its blood-red eyes.

  Despite his misgivings, Ripper retrieved his jacket and lifted it up to his eye.

  “Vice President, my ass,” he muttered, about to rip the patch on the chest area.

  He pulled his fingers back, thought about the club, the brothers he left behind. Bear, President of the Skull Riders MC. Bear’s daughter, Liliana. A sweetheart who shouldn’t still be cleaning up her father’s messes. Guilt heavily weighed down on him.

  He clenched his jaw, shut his eyes, and counted silently to ten in his head.

  Once again, he heard Jeanne’s voice in his head.

  Promise me, Ripper. One day, you’ll get out of this life.

  Jeanne had been dead for four years now and he still couldn’t bring himself to fulfill the oath he made to her. He opened his eyes again and stared at his bruised knuckles. Ripper washed off the blood when he tried to get his jacket clean. Deciding he needed another drink, he left the jacket and the musty motel room.

  The night air felt cool on his face and skin. Ripper looked for his bike in the parking lot and spotted the Harley where he’d left it hours ago. Good. Ripper headed toward it and mounted up, not bothering with a helmet.

  Ripper recalled spotting another roadhouse a couple of miles from this shithole, a little further than the bar where he’d punched that asshole’s face in, but it would do. The engine gave a sexy little purr and he was off, gripping the familiar handlebars of his baby.

  Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the rundown establishment. From outside, he could hear the speakers blasting country music.

  Ripper shook his head. Didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t a member of the club and no longer had to watch his back every single damn minute. Ripper didn’t even have his jacket with him.

  The sad truth? He felt naked without the familiar texture of the worn-in leather on his body. Does it feel like armor? Ripper remembered one of the prospects asking one of the members.

  “Gotta get used to it.” Ripper dismounted his bike. A couple of youths hanging out by their car eyed his bike. He didn’t miss their bloodshot hungry eyes or the gang tattoos they sported on the side of their necks. Shoddy work, not like the ink on his own skin. Meth heads.

  Ripper gave them his finger, a warning. Walking past them, he said, “Any of you so much as touch my bike, I’ll rip off your heads.”

  One of the teenagers laughed but a wiser one nudged him in the shoulder and told him to shut up. Ripper meant every word. His bike was sacred to him, one of his more valued possessions.

  That done, Ripper entered the bar. Not his type of crowd or music, but it had to do. He found a spot by the bar and ordered two beers.

  “Two? You’re starting the night the right way,” said a sarcastic female voice. A familiar one.

  Ripper narrowed his eyes at the bartender who slid him two cold ones. He swore under his breath.

  “Lily, what the fuck are you doing in a joint like this?” he demanded, suddenly sober.

  He eyed her up and down. A critical error. Being Bear’s daughter, Lily hung around the club house often. Not the best place to rear a child. Bear couldn’t afford a babysitter and the woman who bore Lily had died.

  Lily had grown up while Ripper wasn’t looking. Bear would skin her if he saw her dressed in a black halter top that bared her shoulders and her soft curves. She wore tiny denim cut-offs underneath. What the hell? Lily should know better than to strut around, dressed like one of the women who hung around at the club.

  Ripper saw red. He wanted to drag her out of that bar, out of this place. Stow her away somewhere safe.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Ripper.” She served another guy two beers.

  The guy’s friend had the gall to whistle at her. Ripper told himself back in the motel room that he’d be more civilized, but right now? All he wanted to do was march up to the bastard and rip him a new one, just like his name.

  “Fuck off, junior,” he told the two men. “Or I’ll bash both your heads in.”

  The guy’s friend looked like he had plenty more to say but the wiser of the pair took one look at him and quickly spirited his friend away.

  “Look at you how?” he asked her pointedly. “I thought you were working at Skid’s place?”

  “I quit right after you left.”

  “Why? Someone giving you a hard time?” Ripper swore he wouldn’t step foot in Windsdale again, but for Lily? He’d hunt down the bastard who harassed her and make sure he couldn’t speak or move again.

  “There you go again,” she said with a sigh.

  “What?”

  “Acting overprotective. I’m not that skinny twelve-year-old who couldn’t protect herself from bullies in the schoolyard anymore, Ripper. You’re no longer in the club.”

  Lily leveled those fiery emerald eyes right at him. She might be twenty years younger than he was, but God. Lily knew how to flay a man alive with one look, expose all his flaws, and knew which place would hurt the most.

  Lily wasn’t done either. “No reason to act like my uncle or the big brother who’s obligated to watch me.”

  Ripper gripped the beer bottle in his hand tight. Uncle? Big brother? Was that all she thought he was? Fuck that.

  “Don’t ever call me those words again,” he said, looking Lily right in the eye.

  Surprise registered on her face.

  “Why? You’ve said it so many times. You don’t feel anything for me.”

  Now, he couldn’t stop looking at her mouth, the perfect curve of it. Ripper bet she’d taste like raspberries, like the lip gloss she used. He took a long pull of his beer, but it was no use. Not enough to dull the image of him thrusting his tongue down her throat while her big tits pressed up against his chest. Ripper bet she’d feel tiny and warm against him. Perfect.

  He said nothing and continued drinking his beer. Ripper thought by leaving the club and all its bullshit, he’d no longer have to worry about wanting his best friend’s daughter. Fate brought him right where he started, and Lily? She was asking for trouble, working at a joint not under the club’s control and dressed like that.

  Ripper wished he’d brought his jacket so he could cover her up. Punching out the lights of any fucker who so much as looked at her wrong would get him immediately thrown out. He couldn’t have that. Ripper sat where he was, sipping his beers.

  He didn’t plan on leaving until her shift was over. Then he’d give her a good talking to. Once Ripper deposited her back on Bear’s doorstep, he’d leave. He didn’t have a reason to stay. Did he?

  “I thought you’d be as far away from Windsdale as possible by no
w. I don’t see your jacket either,” Lily remarked once the crowd had thinned down. She began to set down another beer in front of him but he shook his head.

  “Four’s enough,” he told her.

  She laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. “That’s the difference between my old man and you. You know when to stop, Ripper. By the way, you haven’t answered my question.”

  “I didn’t hear one.”

  Lily furrowed her brow and he unthinkingly reached out across the bar, scattering peanut shells along the way, to smooth out her brow. She stilled but didn’t stop him from trailing his fingers down the bridge of her nose, her lips. Lily expelled a breath. Ripper pulled away, despite his misgivings.

  A beast resided in his skin, lurking so close to the surface Ripper knew it was only a matter of time before it would get out. He needed to get out of this place and get some air, except he sure as hell didn’t want to leave Lily alone here.

  “Fine. I’ll phrase it like a question this time. Is there a reason why you haven’t left this area, Ripper?”

  End of sample chapter

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