Toxic (Satan’s Death Riders MC #1) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Satan's Death Riders MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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This was wrong on so many levels. She knew that deep in her soul. This conversation shouldn’t be happening with her father.

“No,” she said.

All her life, she had hated lying. It was one of those habits she hadn’t learned.

Daemon tutted. “What you need to do, Rosalie, is fuck your husband every single day. You don’t want him straying and risking giving you a nasty disease or infection. I have it on good authority that he is surrounded by women who are more than happy to spread their legs for him.”

“What do you want?”

“Simple, Rosalie. Fuck your husband, get pregnant, and now, seeing as you’ve not given me what I need and I’ve kept my end of the bargain, you need to start learning everything about the Satan’s Death Riders MC.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Rosalie asked.

Daemon shrugged. “Learn everything you need to know about them, or I can go and drag your mother from her cushy little job and spend the next couple of days reminding her who she belongs to.”

He took a step toward his bike.

“No!” She held her hands up, panic rising within her. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

****

She pulled out of the memory and felt tears fill her eyes. Petal wasn’t wrong. Colt was the better of two evils.

Petal pulled into the parking lot of the Satan’s Death Riders MC clubhouse. There was a party going on, which was clear to see.

“I know we’re heading toward spring, but come on, put on some clothes,” Petal said. “It’s fucking freezing.”

Rosalie chuckled. There were several women in miniskirts and bras. They had to be freezing, but they were also dancing around one of the trash bins that had flames coming out.

“Do you need me to wait?” Petal asked.

“No, it’s fine.”

Her friend had told her she had a family thing to get to. Petal had been vague about it, but Rosalie didn’t mind. Whatever her friend’s thing was, she knew it had to be important.

Climbing out of the car, she blew Petal a kiss and watched as her friend pulled out of the parking lot, leaving her alone on club territory. Her heart wasn’t racing at all. No, it pounded inside her chest, threatening to escape. She felt sick to her stomach.

She heard moans nearby and Rosalie turned to see one of the women wrapped around a guy. What they were doing was very, very clear. They were having sex, out in the open, for everyone to see. The sounds coming from them heated her cheeks. For a second, Rosalie couldn’t move as she watched the couple. They were sitting on the main wall, a few feet away from the fire. The men were cheering, and the woman slid up and down the man’s cock like it was a fun ride or something. She forced herself to look away. That wasn’t sex. No, sex was painful.

Rosalie moved toward the main clubhouse only to come to a stop when Ox stumbled outside. He had one arm across a naked woman’s shoulders, and in the other hand, he held a beer.

“Rose!”

She smiled at him and then at the woman who sneered at her.

“Have you come to make my man a happy one?” Ox asked.

She wasn’t used to him talking to her. Most of the time when the men came to the diner, they were silent, allowing Colt to do all the talking, or most of the time, all the ordering.

Colt constantly told her what to do, at least when it came to eating. He had nothing else to say about anyone else.

“Where’s Colt?” Rosalie asked.

“He’s in there, at the bar. Don’t be shocked by what you see,” Ox said. “I don’t know what you’ve done to him, Rose. I think you’ve broken him.”

She didn’t believe that for a second. She stared at the door then at Ox. “Is he with someone?”

“Nah, Colt hasn’t been with anyone in a long time.” Ox winked at her. “I see he’s starting to get under that ice skin of yours.”

Rosalie had heard enough. Stepping through the door, she took a deep breath, and then entered the main part of the clubhouse. She thought outside was intense, that had nothing on the inside.

The women were completely naked, and yes, there was a lot of sex going on. Stepping into the main clubhouse room, she spotted three couples in the throes. One woman was knelt between a man’s thighs, sucking on his cock. She even spotted another woman, servicing one man, while another slid right in behind her. She had no idea what had caused the party mood, but either way, it was none of her business.

Glancing toward the bar, she spotted Colt. He held a glass to his lips, as she recognized the woman from her hen party moving closer to him. Just seeing her trying to gain Colt’s attention pissed her off. She knew she had no right to be pissed off, none at all, but seeing that woman near him, touching his shoulder, made her want to lash out.


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