Page 16 of Savage Outlaw

“Same, baby. So damn sweet.”

He’d known her only hours and felt like she’d been locked around his body for decades. Taunting him, teasing him, tempting him to the wildness inside her.

Roux kissed him with abandon. She shucked her clothes in the same way and left him with a dry mouth and itchy fingers to maul her. Loss of control was so damn close to his surface, but he had to hold on.

It took only a few short hours from meeting her for him to feel lost. Laid at his side, a sex exhausted smile on her face and his pleasure coating her bare belly. Butcher was so lost in her.

Found in her.

It was fucking crazy, but he never once questioned it. How he could feel a certain way about someone he barely knew.

He’d been wrong about one thing though. While her mouth was sweet, he tasted something better that day when he buried his head between her legs and ripped whimpers out of her.

He had her every which way in that small back room on the twin bed.

Her ferocious appetite and cries for more turned him into an animal. When she demanded from him and when she begged?Shit. He wanted to hand her everything.

Butcher’s heart crashed through his rib cage, coming down from another massive climax, when she climbed on top of him and collapsed.

Bliss poured over him as he palmed her little butt and she played with his earlobe.

“Thaddeus?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we do that again?”

Oh, fuck him. This dark-haired siren was gonna take him out, one fuck at a time. He groaned and found her mouth. Send him to his grave a happy man.

Only, that bliss didn’t stay so blissful.

Two days in fact, when his world went to shit and the start of his misery.

His perfect woman?

The one who fucked his soul out and stole it in her hands?

The one who made him laugh and threw sarcastic jibes while she sat cross legged on his bed eating garlic cheese knots dipped in marinara sauce and demanding to know every little detail about him.

The woman he was feeling things for… who he could see a future with.

She wasn’t even eighteen yet, andtwodays later, Butcher was nearly beaten to death for being unaware of her age andwhoshe was.

He’d stupidly thought she was born to ride a biker. The sassy, confident way she handled him, turned him on like nothing else.

And now he knew why.

Roux was a MC princess.

The daughter to Axel Tucker, unliked motherfucker.

Untouchable.

Sacred.

Protected.

And he’d put his biker hands on her.

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