Burn (Hotter than Hell, #3) Stand-alone
By Holly S. Roberts
Dax Jonathan Montgomery’s life was destroyed after he lost his wife and unborn child in a horrific drunk driving accident and he murdered the man responsible. It cost him his heart and seven years behind bars. The horror didn’t stop there. With nowhere to go after his release, he joined the Desert Crows, a skinhead outlaw motorcycle club and does things no man should be proud of. He knows the only chance at redemption is to take over the club and turn his bike down another sweltering road.
Sofia Guadalupe Acosta was born the bi-product of a drugged out Hispanic mother and a skinhead father. Her father wanted her mother dead and his dirty little secret hidden. Her mother escaped with Sofia and changed her life to protect her child. Now Sofia’s all grown up and set on revenge.
The problem… another skinhead killed her no good rotten father so Sofia must set her sights on a different target. She doesn’t care if she burns in hell as long as Dax burns with her.
This book is intended for mature readers. Contains adult situations and violence.
Criminals, drug cartels, and outlaw motorcycle gangs--this series has it all. Are you woman enough to handle these bad boys?
Excerpt (nice, kind of):
Sofia barely moves and that makes me smile, until a bug flies into my mouth. Even eating bugs is better than prison. It’s a twenty-minute ride to Payson. We hit the Sonic on the right side of the highway by the casino. I roll the bike under the covered parking and turn off the engine. “We can take it back to the club or eat on the patio,” I tell her.
“Patio, please,” she says in a shaky voice. She’s trembling when I take her hand and help her off the bike. She won’t look at me. I squeeze her fingers and pretend I have no idea how terrified she was to ride.
I’ll admit I’m wary about having her in public. I don’t need trouble with the cops. I’m not wearing my colors or carrying my gun. As an ex-con, I’m a prohibited possessor of a gun. Sofia needs to keep it casual and I’m hoping my threat against Red will do the trick. Even so, I don’t see her as someone who cries to the cops. She fucking pointed a gun at me yesterday. She also planned to murder Fox.
We place our order. This isn’t exactly how you wine and dine a girl. This is me, though. After seven years of hell inside prison, I’d rather eat fast food whenever possible than sit inside a restaurant. I take a good long look at Sofia.
She takes off the sunglasses and moves a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that, bolillo?”
“Never heard a white slur before?”
I can’t help the grin that splits my face. She’s always challenging me. “Never heard that particular one, princess.” Her eyes are almost black. I’d like to see them burning as I ram my cock into her tight little pussy.
“It means white bread bun.”
My laugh is loud in the quiet setting. No one else is sitting outside their vehicle. It’s in the low eighties up here in the mountains. Much cooler than Phoenix but still hot enough to stay in the car with the air cranked. “That the best insult you got?”
For the first time, her eyes crinkle with laughter and her lips twitch. “Well there is dog fucker but I’m saving that one.”
Her insolence blasts me. If looks could kill, as they say. She has no idea what I’ve risked to keep her alive or that the time has come for her to pay up. Nothing in this fucked up world is free, and I’m tired of watching her sassy breasts and the sway of her tight ass without taking her up on the offer. I can’t allow her to leave, it’s too dangerous, and in order for her to stay with the club, she needs to be part of it.
Her skimpy shirt clings to her and does nothing to hide the bit of lace she’s wearing to push out her breasts. There’s sweat on her brow and her dark hair is wild with wisps sticking up all over the place. She must read something in my eyes because she steps back.
“Not a good idea, princess,” I say as I reach above her head and close the bedroom door behind her. I pull her closer and she pushes against my chest, which does absolutely nothing. I’m bigger and stronger and so are my brothers. That’s another lesson she needs to learn. My right hand slides up her back until I grab a nice chuck of hair at her neckline. It’s time to set the record straight and teach her her place.
“You have one chance and one chance only to choose who you belong to—my brothers or me. They’ll share you like a club whore until there’s nothing left. I’ll fuck you the same way, but I don’t share.” I roughly pull her head back.
There’s fire in her brown eyes—fury and desire mixed. Her voice holds only fury when she says, “That’s my choice? I can be gang raped or fucked by you?”
I have no idea why I’m always pushing her. I’ll admit the fire in her dark eyes turns me the fuck on. “I haven’t made up my mind if your pussy is worth the trouble or not. If you choose me, we’ll start with a blow job.”
Her right palm slams upward between us. She tries to jam it into my chin. I jerk my head back just in time. I twist her around so her back is to my chest while keeping a tight hold on her hair. My left hand slides up until I’m holding one firm breast. I squeeze until she groans.
“Like that, do you?”
“Fuck you, Dagger.” She’s breathing hard. She wants me but thinks it will be on her terms. There’s no doubt I want her, and I press my cock against her ass so she knows how bad.
“Am I your choice or my men? It’s time to decide, princess.”
She’s breathing heavily and before she answers, she releases a low growly sound. “You… you fucking piece of shit. Go ahead and fuck me. You’ve wanted to since the first time you saw my Latina ass.” She stops fighting me physically and I’m practically holding up her limp body. She’s right, I have wanted her since I saw her step out of her car and point the gun at me. We’re both fucking insane.
I whisper against her throat, “Knees.” She always smells fucking incredible. “You’ll suck me off and make it fucking good or I’ll drag you out naked and let my men enjoy you.” I have no idea what’s come over me.
Her breath hitches. She fucking likes it. I loosen my grip on her hair and lower my hand from her breast. She turns in my arms until our eyes meet. The fire in her eyes is hotter than ever.
Very slowly she sinks to her knees. Why do I want to fuck this woman until she screams my name and want to break her at the same time? The sight of her on her knees turns my already hard dick to stone.