Tormented — Book #4 in the Scorpio Stinger MC Series
Can there be redemption for a man with a tortured soul and a twisted heart?
Anger and hatred taint my soul.
I hate bikers. Especially Ryder Knox, VP of the Scorpio Stinger MC, a foulmouthed biker and the one my little sister, Jade, has fallen for.
Man against man, the biker and I fight for our beliefs, neither giving in.
A tragic loss when I was much younger changes the course of my life, leaving me with rage and fury in my heart and my gut. There is no room for love.
I make it my life's work as a cop to wipe out the scum of the earth. It’s my singular focus. My passion. Nothing else matters. I don’t want anything more. No relationships, no family of my own to distract me.
Until I meet Ryder's sister, Eva. She's off limits, but despite my best intentions, I just can’t get the dark haired beauty out of my mind. I need Eva to submit to me and give me the control I so desperately crave.
Can Eva tame the beast in me and make me human again? Can she help me redeem myself for what I put Jade and Ryder through?
Or is HELL the only place for a man like me. A man so twisted and tortured? A beast?
Harrison. Dark. Broody.
Maybe he is, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting him. On some deep level we connect—I see past the damaged outer into his very soul. Can I be the one to crack through his hardened heart and bring out the real man inside he’s hiding—even from himself?
Is there redemption for a man like Harrison Summers?
Or will he drag me straight into hell with him?
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She glided toward me with a sexy smile on her luscious lips.
“Hey, you.” Her voice was low and husky. Sexy as fuck.
Both our work schedules had been crazy and even when I’d called Eva to just have dinner with me, she’d made excuses why she could not see me. As tempted as I was to show up at her door again, I didn’t want to upset her and risk her refusing to accompany me to the event, so I got stuck in at work putting in more time than I had in the last few weeks.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I said as it hit me like a bullet between the eyes.
Red lips and long sweeping eyelashes were complemented by dangling earrings that shone as the light caught them. I took her hand in mine and kissed her fingertips before spinning her around so that I could admire all of her.
I nearly choked when she turned her back to me. The dress dipped to just above her ass, the fabric draped in such a way that it begged to be touched.
“You like?” she purred, turning her head so that she could peer seductively at me from under her lashes.
“I'm speechless. You look . . . so utterly fuckable, I just want to tear that dress off you with my fucking teeth,” I admitted.
“Haha. It took me hours to get ready. We have an event to attend, remember?” She raised a perfect eyebrow at me, smiling smugly. “And you look pretty dashing yourself.” She stroked my chest, smoothing out my dress shirt. “Hmm, a bowtie. That’s sexy as hell.”
Her fingertips brushed the edges of the black silk and then along my jaw line, causing my blood pressure to rise a few degrees. She stood on her toes and planted the softest kiss on my lips. Her perfume snaked its way to my nostrils and turned my mind to mush.
I frowned, not sure how I felt about her wearing that dress. Jealousy swarmed my gut and found a resting place in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed hard, trying to rein it in and act maturely.
“I’m going to be the envy of every man there.” She smiled knowingly. Fuck. This was doing my head in. “I will kill any fucker who tries to touch you. You are mine only. Remember that.”
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