Viper (Iron Rogues MC #8) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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She wore skimpy outfits that I thought she looked ridiculous in. But while she made my dick want to shrivel up and die, I couldn’t blame any of my guys for being distracted.

Growling in frustration, I got to my feet and removed my dirt-covered gloves before turning around. My intention was to get Vivian to leave without causing her to turn on the waterworks and call her daddy—who would bribe her with shiny things so we could get back to work.

However, when I turned around, my jaw went slack, my eyes grew wide, and my dick sprang to life. Which was another shock since he’d had no interest in anyone in a very long time.

Holy shit.

I was staring at a woman with a tall, willowy body. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back until just above a pert ass. My gaze fell below her purple shorts to her legs, and I immediately pictured them wrapped around my head. Her skin was tanned and looked silky soft, making my hands itch to run my palms over every inch.

She stood in front of an open van, looking at something inside. After a minute—long enough to make my cock so hard it was pressing painfully against the teeth of my zipper—she grabbed something and turned around.

The view from the front was even better.

She wore a black T-shirt, and her tits pressed against the fabric as if it struggled to contain the full globes. They should have looked out of place on her tall, slender frame, but they were fucking perfect. I instantly knew they would spill out of my hands, and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking on their stiff peaks.

I dragged my eyes away from her body before she noticed my inappropriate ogling and lifted them to look at her face.

Well, fuck.

A part of me had been hoping that there would be something about her that would put out the fire blazing inside me. But no…she was fucking gorgeous.

Her hair was pushed back with a headband, leaving her face exposed.

Thick dark lashes rimmed big, deep brown eyes that were slightly almond-shaped. They accentuated her adorably pert nose, which had freckles sweeping over the bridge and both cheeks. Shiny, bright pink lips curled up into a pretty smile, and my dick leaked at the image of them wrapped around it.

Get ahold of yourself, idiot, I mentally grumbled. I’d never reacted to a woman like this, and it was throwing me for a loop.

I shook my head, hoping that it would break whatever spell she had on me. Instead, I noticed all the other men standing around, practically drooling over my woman.

Mine? Shut that shit down right the fuck now.

“Hey,” Chris said with a friendly smile as he walked toward her.

“Get back to work,” I snapped at the male workers who were staring at her. If I hadn’t been feeling so damn possessive, I might have understood. But I wasn’t thinking with total reason, so my expression was ugly as I looked around at my crew. They jumped at my harsh tone and got busy real fast.

I wasn’t an ogre of a boss, but nobody wanted to piss off a fucking Iron Rogue.

Two of the women on my team were snickering as they glanced around at the guys while they kept working. The third was staring at our visitor with a similar expression as the men. She probably thought I wouldn’t notice her continued attention, but I knew my crew well. When her eyes darted my way, she saw me watching her with a frown and a raised eyebrow. A blush stained her cheeks, and she grinned sheepishly at me before hurrying to get back to the task she’d been working on.

If I hadn’t been so consumed with jealousy and lust, I might have cracked a smile.

I stalked toward the woman, reaching her just before Chris. Turning my glare on him, I rasped, “I got this.”

I didn’t want to frighten her by snarling at my foreman, so I put a lot of effort into keeping my tone level.

“Sure, boss,” Chris mumbled with a straight face, but I didn’t miss the amused twinkle in his eyes as he turned and walked away.

“Um, you must be Dean Cassidy,” she breathed in a sweet, seductive voice that sent my desire into overdrive. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to hear her calling my name while I drove deep inside her.

“That’s me,” I replied in a low voice.

She smiled, and I cocked my head as I studied her face. She looked almost as though she knew me, but since we’d never met, I dismissed the thought.

“Hi. I’m Rhiannon. I brought your order from In Bloom.”

Son of a bitch.

This was Rhiannon? The girl who worked for Harvey. The one who was way too fucking young for me. Damn, I had to be more than a decade older than her.


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