Page 5 of Dirty Salvation

Would that be how she felt with Rider? There were too many gaps in her knowledge of sex, besides the A and B logistics, she was pretty clueless on how it felt, how she'd react. Would she moan with abandon like that girl was, not caring who heard her?

Her anxious level rose in noise, talking herself out of it. Talking herself back into it.

He was gorgeous and he wanted her, that was all she needed to know.

She wanted to feel him against her all pump and grind and hungry, if his fingers felt good simply holding her hand, his callouses rubbing against her skin, his body pressed to hershad to beamazing.

The scent of him, manly and clean caused her to inhale faster than her lungs needed, just to keep smelling him. Her insides wanted to explode, every vein was banging out of control dragging blood to all the places on Zara's body that pulsed with greedy need.

His back was so wide it was like following behind a Marvel superVillain. He had to be at least six-five inches of drool worthy man. Zara swallowed a nervous giggle, clutching Rider’s hand like a lifeline. She was going to have sex..with a man..

Not her pink bullet vibrator.

He painted a sexy picture wearing dark jeans, thick soled well-worn boots, a white long-sleeved undershirt beneath his black Henley and his leather cut. Zara judged his sharp unforgiving features had bewitched her, why else was she eagerly trotting to her first and only one-night stand.

He was a gorgeous package wrapped up in a bad bow.

She’d couldn’t claim to have been flirted with by many men, and none in Rider’s caliber. The original bad boy wasn’t that every virgin’s fantasy. No one wanted to go to bed with a stockbroker if the local biker bad boy with his lack of give-a-fucks was looking at her with sex in his eyes.

When Rider led her through a doorway down the very far end she didn't have time to assess the room, finding herself slammed against a wall, and the sexiest pair of lips crashed down on hers, prying open, licking inside her mouth.

It was the single best kiss of her life.

Around the same time, Zara's brain stopped functioning as a highly intelligent organ.

She’d just added ‘sex with a hot biker’ to the top of her bucket list and was ready to check it off, rubbing her hips against his. She might be inexperienced but she knew what felt good and rubbing on him like she was a cat in the throes of her first heat felt really, really, god,reallygood. She did it again and felt the distinct hardness poking into her.

All those evocative things she’d only read about in smut books came flooding back into her mind until they stirred her blood to boiling point.

Being sexually destroyed. Taken over with orgasms. Owned by an alpha male.

She wanted it all.

This guy was the kind of man to sexually destroy you and still you’d want to thank him afterward for ruining you.

“Gonna fuck you now, babe…”

CHAPTER TWO

“My first mistake was I fucked a virgin and liked it. My second mistake was I wanted more…” - Rider Marinos.

Three Years Ago.

Ambrosio Marinos better known as Rider was looking at a fucking pure-born beauty heaven sent angel among Hell's nastier demons. Not that he didn't love each one of his brothers, they had a bond that went deeper than blood, but still, they were not your typical good guys.

No one would ever describe any one of the Renegade Souls as good.

So then, he wondered, what was Goldilocks doing in among the big bad's of Armado Springs?

He'd seen her the moment she'd stepped into the clubhouse with her girl, hard to miss when she reeked of upper class and silverware. All she was missing was the champagne flute in her hand and the butler at her side.

His dick wanted her instantly.

Her face had reached out to Rider, almost as if she'd brought fucking sunlight into his place. Straight up harpooned the flaming ball and dragged it behind her. It highlighted on her platinum colored hair and dazzled right down to the fucking ridiculous dress she wore. She looked all of twelve clutching her hands together nervously waiting for her prom date. Someone should have told the princess she’d taken a wrong turn on Main and geeky pimple faced Nigel wasn’t gonna show anytime soon with her corsage.

Right in that unhurried minute while he watched her shift from foot to foot, her wild eyes searching through the bodies, before he knew her name or what-the-fuck she was doing showing her fresh-faced innocence to his men, Rider claimed her as his own.

His dick demanded he raises his hand in the air and claim;mine.