A dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real… until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run—from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can’t refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn’t do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple—no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn’t play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn’t just his wife. She’s his obsession. And when he finds out she’s carrying his baby, there’s no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she’ll never be free. Because Ronan doesn’t share. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s his.
View MoreVivienne's POV I stepped out of the car, and froze immediately. This was not what I expected, at all. A huge mansion stood in front of me, covering every inch of natural light from the sky. In fact, the only source of life I was privileged to were the blinding lamps that lit up the corner of the place. The estate was massive, with dark stone walls wrapped in ivy. Iron gates stood tall behind us, and I didn't miss the security cameras mounted at the entrance to every corner. All around us, men stood guard, their gazes sharp. I wasn't skilled with guns or any other form of weapon, but I just knew these people could take someone out from even a far distance. Their faces showed it all. Cold and ruthless. I'd expected a clubhouse. A rough, gritty rough biker den. But I couldn't be any more wrong. This wasn't just the home of a simple biker. This was the home of a king. A ruthless biker king who just happened to be my husband now. As I took in more and more of the massive grounds, we
Vivienne’s POV I slowly peeled my eyes open, and what I saw next, wasn't what I'd expected at all. I'd woken up to warmth. Solid and steady warmth. My head swirled a bit, but somehow, whatever I was laying on, served like some sort of cushion I had no idea I needed. From the corner of my eyes, I could make out the feel of something like a leather jacket. I'd always thought them to be uncomfortable, but right now, I could lay all over this one and not want to wake up at all. For a second, I allowed myself to melt into it, the low hum of the engine lulling me in ans out of sleep. I cozied into my firm but soft backdrop, until I noticed something. It wasn't just moving, but rising and falling with each breath too. Wait. My heart slammed in my chest as my brain caught up. I wasn't in a bed. I wasn't even in the motel from last night. I was in a car, and I was lying on Ronan. Shit. His shoulder was beneath me, firm and unyielding. Like that wasn't mortifying enough, one of his ar
Vivienne’s POV I sucked in a deep breath as I stood at the entrance to the church. I wasn't an overly religious person, but even I knew there was something wrong here. The entire building looked run down, like it had seen better days. The stained glass windows didn't catch the light, instead,they seemed to block it all out. Litter and overgrown bushes were scattered around, and for a quick moment, I was reminded of my fear of snakes. What if one was hiding in the bushes, or lurking around, just waiting to strike…“There's no time.” Someone called from behind me, before breezing past me and into the church. “Get in.’I didn't so much as catch a glimpse of his face, but he was one of Ronan's men. One of the many men that didn't like me. I sighed. After counting down to ten, I inhaled and exhaled, before forcing my legs to move in the direction of the church. The inside was nothing like I'd expected. I held no expectations when I'd woken up this morning, but this, this was way below
Ronan’s POV I didn't know much about the woman in front of me, but one thing was certain; she wasn't pleased with my response. I held her gaze, and as time slowly ticked by, I held back the urge to laugh. Her wide blue eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights, and her pink cheeks made her nothing short of an embarrassed high schooler. Against my better judgement, I found my eyes trailing down her neck, before settling on her cleavage. The line didn't leave much to the imagination, and her perky boobs were strained against the thin layer of cotton she was wearing, and I struggled to figure out if she was stressed or something else. “Did you hear that fellas?” Damien, one of the guys wheezed. “Boss, is getting married! We have a wedding to plan!”Everyone joined in on the laughter again, well everyone except the lady in front of me. “We'll need a flower boy.” I grinned widely. “What do you say Justin? Will you do the honors? I think….”“You might think this is funny.” She lean
Vivienne’s POV Time seemed to slow to a halt, with everyone rooted in their spots. I really would have thought the world had frozen in place, until the next series of events followed. The leader of the gang nodded behind me, and apparently, that was all the other members needed to act. One by one, they filed behind their leader, obviously on their way to go fight whoever had dared to interrupt them. “What?” The stranger's voice again. “Isn't he going to fight me as well? I didn't exactly take him to be a coward.”The leader in question let out a low growl, and I took that as my opportunity to escape. I kicked him in the groin, and he staggered backwards, giving me ample time to duck out of his grip. A wave of relief flowed through me, but it didn't last long. “Get back here.” He snarled, his hand digging into my shoulder and keeping me put. I yelped in pain, and I realized I wasn't the only one getting a rough time. The mystery stranger was having a field day with the others. I
Vivienne’s POVMoans filled my ears, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of it. I pressed my eyes shut, but all it did was amplify the nightmare I was already having. “Does that hurt, baby?” Grant’s words filled my ears. With each thrust inside her, I felt my world crumble around me. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock.”“Yes.” She moaned, her sultry voice hitting the mirrored ceilings in our room. A thin line of sweat covered her forehead, and if the way her eyes rolled to the back meant anything, it was the fact that she was enjoying herself. A little too much if you asked me. “Yes baby. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good.”“You're definitely tighter than my wife, Vee.” Grant's words had slapped me in the face. “Fuck, I'd choose you over her anytime any day.” I wasn't sure which hurt most, the fact that my presence did nothing to stop my husband from cheating on me, or the fact that he had gone ahead to rub it in my face. “Just look at her.” Gr
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