Hunter – Hell’s Bastards MC Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, MC, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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“No, I didn’t.”

“Why?” Harlow asked.

“Because I didn’t want to.”

Harlow opened her mouth, closed it, and wasn’t exactly sure what to say. How did she respond to him?

“You’re going to have to start wearing condoms,” Harlow said.

“Or, get on the pill because I liked feeling your naked cunt wrapped around my dick, and now that I have felt it, I want more.”

She glared at him. “What about the other women? They could give me diseases?”

“You’ll be the only one I’m fucking,” Hunter said.

Okay, so there are a lot of things wrong with this scenario. For one, she knew she should tell Hunter to fuck off and to wear a condom. She knew that, without a shadow of a doubt. But … in the back of her mind as Harlow logic, she kind of felt it meant he wanted to extend this relationship.

This was fucked up. Totally one hundred percent messed up. Harlow knew she should get out of it now, but she also wanted to see where it went.

This is not going anywhere. He has made that clear. He is an asshole. He’s not a good guy. This is fucking. Nothing more, nothing less.

Hunter had never given her anything to suggest it would be something more. Nothing. Zip. Nada. She had to stop getting her hopes up and thinking this could be more than it was.

“Do you promise?” she asked.

“What?”

“There will be no more women. None of the club pussy. That I’ll be the only one you’re with.” She couldn’t believe she was even asking this. It was so fucking stupid and insane. She was no doormat. If she wanted him to wear a condom, then he should fucking wear one.

“There is no one else, I promise,” he said.

And there went her fucking heart. She tried to ignore it. This was not a confession of love. It wasn’t even a guarantee. She didn’t know if he was going to lie to her, break his promise. For all she knew, there were dozens of club pussy waiting back at the clubhouse for him. She knew her brother was always swamped with offers from women. She didn’t care about Big Dick, though.

This was about her.

****

The following morning, Hunter stared at Harlow, asleep in his bed. He knew he had fucked up big time with this woman. He had no qualms about wearing a rubber. There was no reason for him to not wear one now, other than he loved the feel of Harlow’s naked pussy wrapped around his dick.

It didn’t hold any special memories or sweet connotations. He was being a selfish prick. He’d worn a rubber with all the other women, but he had also known they had multiple partners. He wasn’t anyone or anything special to them. Hunter had been a trophy and a revenge fuck. To the wives he’d gotten into bed, they had been easy meat, and he an easy target. He had seen them with their husbands and watched as they looked at him hungrily. All it had taken was a few nice words and they were begging for more.

Wives were easy. They didn’t want forever. Especially the wives with rich husbands. They loved an easy lifestyle. They enjoyed not working and just living to shop and keep a clean house. He was a dirty rebel. The biker. They even liked the fact if their husbands were to come home, the truth was, they couldn’t do anything.

Yes, some of the men had given him a black eye, but he’d accepted that. He had also enjoyed the challenge, the fight. Sometimes it had been better than the fuck itself. Now as he looked over at Harlow, he couldn’t help but feel something. He didn’t know what it was. He’d been her first last night, and after the bath, he’d taken care of her. Cleaning her, drying her, and then carrying her to the main bedroom, where he couldn’t resist taking her again.

With the house locked up tight, he didn’t want to drive out to her apartment to drop her off.

He reached out as if to touch her, but stopped himself. This was sex. This wasn’t going to be permanent. Big Dick was never going to find out what he’d done to his little sister.

Getting to his feet, he left the bedroom but couldn’t resist another glance back. Harlow belonged to him. No other man had touched her.

To Hunter, virgins had been a mystery because he’d never encountered one. Not a woman that had waited for him. He’d always gravitated to experienced women. Women with partners made life easier for him, especially when it came time to walk away. With that, he was an expert. Walking away was the easy thing to do.

Pulling his gaze away from the beauty in his bed, he made his way downstairs, and as he did, he heard the ringing of his cell phone. His place was big enough that any ringing shouldn’t affect the woman asleep in his bed, but he wasn’t willing to risk it, and he rushed to his phone, answering it after he saw who the call was from.


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