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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He didn’t want anyone to touch Harlow.

Moving the car into the shadows, he climbed out and waited for her. She took a little longer than five minutes to make her way out of the bar, but that was to be expected. He was asking her to break rules.

He shouldn’t be alone with her. This put them both at risk, but he didn’t want to go another second without feeling her against him. Closing the distance, he banded an arm around her waist and then pressed a hand over her eyes. She let out a gasp and he felt her tense.

“Don’t scream,” he said. He also had a feeling Harlow wouldn’t have any issue with punching his balls.

He loved her fire, her passion. It was part of her personality that he found addictive.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” he said.

Spinning her around, he moved her back so they were once again in the shadows, and he pressed her against the wall of the bar. Harlow didn’t fight him. Her hands went to his chest, and then slowly began to glide up, until she circled his neck, holding onto him.

Placing his hands on her sides to start with, he felt her waist, then curved out to her hips, then he slid down and gripped the fullness of her ass. The dress fit her like a second skin.

He had known from snooping around her apartment, that she didn’t have a lot of possessions. When Raven suggested this party, he’d known Harlow wouldn’t have anything to wear, so he’d made sure to provide her with a suitable dress. She looked absolutely stunning.

He wanted to fuck her so badly.

Twenty-one years old. He was fucking cradle robbing. He was so much older than her. Hunter had prided himself on wanting older women. Married women. Women with experience.

Harlow had broken all his rules and what was worse, he didn’t want her to be married. Not for a single fucking second.

His balls ached for her.

He needed her.

Wanted her.

And it had only been this morning since he last had a taste of her.

He knew their time would start running out soon. He expected to be bored with her by now, but she was still under his skin.

Sliding his hands up her body, he sunk them into her long thick brown locks, gripping the back of her head and pulling her in close to kiss those full ripe lips.

She looked so fucking beautiful.

And she is all mine.

She’s only had my dick.

She only wants me.

There was no one else.

Until he let her go. Then he couldn’t stop her from having other men. Just the thought of her being with other men made him growl. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed her hand and led her back to where he’d parked the car. The ignition was still going as he’d put some heat into the car.

He opened the passenger side door, helped her inside, and then closed it. Rounding the car, he climbed behind the wheel and then sat for several seconds.

“Are you okay?” Harlow asked.

Glancing in her direction, he saw her lips were a nice shade of red from kissing him.

“I’ve got you a present.”

No, he wasn’t okay. Harlow was supposed to be a quick fling. She shouldn’t still be in his system. If he didn’t end this soon, Big Dick was going to find out.

He knew he had to end it. Soon. But not tonight.

She had her birthday and he wanted to spend a couple more nights with her. He knew he was being a selfish bastard, but he wasn’t going to allow it to stop him.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he grabbed the small box and handed it to her. “Happy Birthday,” he said.

“You didn’t have to get me a present,” she said.

He knew that. But he had taken one look at the bracelet and knew it was Harlow. She tore into the wrapping and then the bow, before opening it up.

“Oh, my,” she said.

“If you don’t like it, I’ve still got the receipt, you can return it.”

“Don’t be stupid. I wouldn’t do that.” She reached out and cupped his cheeks, kissing him. “I love it.”

Hunter took the bracelet and then placed it around her wrist, securing it in place with a single clasp.

“There, all done.”

She smiled and held up her wrist. “And it does fit perfectly.”

“Do you want your other present now or later?”

“What is it?”

He took her hand and placed it over his cock. “I can wait, but you in that dress…”

Hunter didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t Harlow climbing over the car, and then moving to straddle his lap. The dress had hiked up around her waist and she pressed her pussy against him. He had already felt the thin layer of her panties, and he wanted to remove them. He gripped them and heard them tear. Harlow let out a gasp.


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