登入So it appeared that she was to start paying her way on her back with this absolutely massive, broad-shouldered, tattooed, aptly-named wild warrior. Gideon was a large man, but this modern viking put him to serious physical shame; if Gideon’s dick had split her in half in agony, Iris could only imagine what this monster’s cock would do to her. She just hoped that he left her able to walk… and able to fuck the rest of the boys downstairs, because of course they’d be close behind. She knew there would be blood soaking and staining her thighs before things were done, long before they decided that they’d used her up. Stopping her jumbled thoughts, Iris slowly lowered herself to her knees. **** Liam “Viking” Callahan thought the job was done. Evidence buried. Debt paid to The Road Devils MC. Then he drives out of the Utah mountains with a secret in the back of his van: a terrified woman running for her life. Iris has spent six months planning her escape from Gideon and the Garden of Divine Light. She’s barefoot, freezing, and desperate enough to gamble on a stranger who looks dangerous... but still safer than the hell she left behind. So she hides. And prays. When the Road Devils discover Iris, the truth unravels: a cult, a tyrant, and a woman who fled into a winter night wearing nothing but a nightgown and borrowed boots. She’s broken, but not defeated. Iris wants her life back... her body, her choices, her fearlessness. The only man she feels safe with is the towering, gentle Viking. As trust turns into desire, neither of them sees the danger closing in. Gideon wants his “property” returned... and he won’t stop until he gets it.
查看更多Andressa era uma jovem de 22 anos, alta, elegante, com um estilo que se assemelhava a uma modelo, com cabelos castanho-claros, longos e olhos verdes. Com um olhar triste e distante através da janela do seu quarto, Andressa estava confusa, sem saber que atitude tomar naquela linda noite de lua cheia. Abriu o guarda-roupa e ficou olhando as peças que gostava de colecionar. Por ela ser vaidosa, gostava de comprar vestidos, os quais eram diferentes uns dos outros e que atenderiam a cada ocasião para a qual ela estivesse disposta a sair.
Naquela noite, ela se encontrava determinada a sair de casa sem rumo e sem destino, pois estava se sentindo sufocada, e por isso, Andressa precisava fazer alguma coisa para mudar o semblante de seu rosto.
Said Moabit era descendente de árabe. Ele veio do Líbano com os seus pais, e com o tempo aprendeu a dominar bem o idioma português. Said tinha um bom porte físico, tinha boa presença, era carismático, moreno, alto e que chamava a atenção das mulheres por onde ele passava. Said tinha muitas qualidades, dentre elas, pode-se dizer que ele era muito simpático, o que conquistou a Vanda, a qual era morena, de olhos cor de mel e muito sensual. Uma jovem rebelde, possessiva e ciumenta, que não suportava a ideia de ele ter amizade com Andressa. Aliás, as duas sentiam antipatia uma da outra.
Vanda era filha de um fazendeiro que morava nas redondezas, as quais não eram muito distantes da cidade. Depois que eles se conheceram, passaram a namorar e logo ficaram noivos.
Andressa e Said residiam em uma cidade que era colonizada por poloneses e italianos. Nessa cidade, haveria a despedida de solteiro de Said, cujo tema seria um baile de máscaras, o qual foi feito em homenagem aos artistas do cinema mundial. Naquela noite, Andressa resolveu se vestir de Cinderela, usando um vestido vermelho com uma máscara preta, deixando somente os lábios e os olhos verdes à mostra, pois ela não queria que o seu amigo soubesse que ela estaria nesse baile, visto que ela tinha prometido que não iria. Entretanto, de repente surgiu uma enorme vontade de sair de casa e, por isso, ela foi.
Andressa estava inconformada em perder Said, pois eram confidentes e haviam passado a infância inteira brincando juntos nos quintais de suas casas. Eles se cuidavam como se fossem anjos protetores um do outro, o que significava um amor puro e verdadeiro. Além disso, eles se admiravam. As conversas sempre foram de respeito, carinho e de cumplicidade por ambas as partes. Gostavam de levar a criação de gado pelos campos ou, por vezes, pescavam no rio da região. E sempre que estavam tristes devido às brigas com os irmãos, ou até mesmo com namorados ou namoradas, sendo estas por parte dele, ambos se encontravam para se aconselharem.
A vida de Said era dividida entre o campo e os estudos, mas sonhava em ser um engenheiro civil, pois queria ser capacitado para construir prédios em uma grande cidade, de preferência em Curitiba.
Por conhecer muito bem o seu amigo Said, Andressa pensava que Vanda não era a mulher ideal para ele, e sim, a sua melhor amiga Eliana, que também o amava. Entretanto, ele apenas tinha olhos para Vanda, a qual atraía muitos olhares por onde passava.
Eliana era jovem, linda, loira e de olhos azuis que se apaixonou por ele desde a primeira vez em que o viu, mas a vida seguiu e ele estava prestes a se casar. Então, aquele baile de máscaras seria uma despedida de solteiro, embora toda a comunidade pudesse participar.
Andressa, naquela noite, sentia-se triste e abalada pensando na possibilidade de ver seu amigo se casando com Vanda. E por isso sentiu um vazio profundo em sua alma, fazendo com que ela se perguntasse:
— “E agora?” — Pensava ela em como seria a sua vida em diante sem as conversas, sem seus desabafos, sem ele por perto para protegê-la das inseguranças, dos medos, sem os conselhos, e sem a atenção que só ele tinha com ela. Quanto mais ela pensava, mais raiva ela sentia de Vanda, e por isso pensava:
— Que mulher ordinária ciumenta e possessiva! Não merece um cara legal. — Depois de cair a ficha de como ela estava se sentindo, ela se perguntou:
— Mas afinal, o que está acontecendo comigo? Por que estou me sentindo assim? Ele merece ser feliz, mesmo que seja com essa Vanda! Poderia ser a minha melhor amiga que o ama de verdade. Nem sempre a vida é como queremos!
Decidida a ir a esse baile, ela escolheu o vestido mais lindo que ela tinha em seu guarda-roupa, pois aquela noite prometia.
— Meu amigo Said Moabit não pode saber que vou a esse baile, o que ele vai pensar de mim? Logo eu que não gosto sair à noite, mas por que essa vontade de sair e de vê-lo pela última vez? Por que estou ficando paranoica e maluca? Ele é apenas meu amigo! E ele merece ser feliz, pois é o parceiro da minha vida. Tenho que me acostumar, quem sabe arrumar um namorado? Assim, deixo de ser dependente dele. E, seja lá o que Deus quiser. Hoje quero me divertir! Que roupa o Said Moabit vai usar?
Andressa ficava em frente ao espelho, falando consigo mesma, enquanto passava um batom vermelho em seus lábios. Queria surpreender a todos, ser especial, fazer algo diferente, sair um pouco da rotina, pois alguma mudança tinha que acontecer na sua vida. Estava cansada do seu cotidiano, pois era uma jovem de apenas 22 anos, cheia de energia e de disposição, alegre, tinha amigos e era amada por todos da sua família, mas mesmo assim se sentia sozinha. Embora Andressa tivesse muitos pretendentes, que sonhavam em namorá-la, nenhum conseguiu despertar seu interesse. Talvez por ela ser romântica, sonhava em um dia encontrar sua alma gêmea.
Andressa tinha um jeito muito peculiar, pois ela era independente, forte, “dona do seu nariz”, entretanto, não gostava de agito, mas naquela noite sentiu vontade de mudar o seu hábito, de dançar com alguém.
O casamento de Said seria no dia seguinte, e tal acontecimento estava incomodando-a, principalmente pela noiva se tratar de Vanda, a qual para a Andressa não era boa coisa, visto que ela não era uma pessoa em que pudesse confiar.
Mas o mal estava feito, pois haviam namorado e tudo se encontrava combinado, por isso, restava deixar que se casassem.
With a groan, Viking placed both hands on the wall, his arms stretched over their heads, holding her in place with his huge upper body, her legs wrapped around his hips. They leaned against each other, unmoving, their breaths slowing down and their bodies relaxing.Viking felt like he could trust his legs beneath him again, so he lifted her gently and carried her to the sofa. They sat, Elle in his lap, her thighs still around him, him still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.“So,” he said. “How’s the breathing thing going now?”“Kind of crap,” she puffed. “You?”“The same.” He ran his hands up and down her back, loving that this time tomorrow, Zoe would have started to cover up the disgusting tattoo that was there now. “Hey, you know what?”“What?”“You haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”Elle pulled back a bit to look at his eyes; she loved seeing them dance when he was teasing her. “You mean the bedroom with the custom made bed? The one where we can perform some gymnastics?”“That’s th
Elle was sobbing, trying to catch her breath, trying to get air into her still-shaking body. He pulled his fingers out of her slowly and wrapped her other leg around him. He lifted her gently and balanced her against the wall.“So,” he said in a conversational tone. “How’s the breathing thing going for you?”“Fine,” she huffed. “Good.”“Really.” He cocked his head at her, loving her flushed cheeks and wild hair. “You think you’re ready for more?”“Ready,” she said. “But now it’s your turn.”“Do your worst, baby.”She reached between them with both hands, unzipping him, pushing all material aside. He was huge and hot in her small hands, and she stroked him slowly, her eyes level with his, watching them flare with want. She loved seeing him react to her every touch, she loved feeling him lengthen and harden at her touch. This was the power that she’d wanted to understand and get to know; this was the secret to sex that had always eluded her. It all started with trust, and honesty, and
“So.” Viking ushered her in. “This is my little place, all newly-painted and -renovated.”Elle looked around and smiled. It was good to see where Viking lived at last, and even better to realize that despite everything, she was trusted by Viking and Wolf and the others to just come and go from Satan’s as she pleased. They knew that she wouldn’t disappear in the middle of the night ever again.It felt good to be trusted. To be free.Viking’s apartment was only one bedroom, but it had a huge kitchen with lots of pots and pans and shiny things, and her fingers itched to cook him something delicious. The living room had endless bookshelves, a deep sofa with huge pillows, and a massive leather armchair.“Did you get that custom made?” she asked. “I’ve never seen such a big chair in a store.”“Yep.” He took her coat and hung it on a beautiful dark-wood coat tree. “Made to measure for me.”“It’s great,” she told him. She wandered over to the bookshelves and looked at all the medical books and
Zoe looked up as Viking and Elle entered the tattoo parlour. “Hi!” she chirped. “You guys doing OK?”“You know it, sweet thing,” Viking said, waving at Saint and Arrow who were both working on clients. “All good.”“I’m really excited,” Elle said breathlessly. “I know that I told you what I was thinking, but I have no clue how on earth it would work with that horrible thing on my back.”“Yeah, I’m not going to lie, it was a bit of a challenge.” Zoe picked up her sketchbook, flipped the pages, handed Elle the book. “But I think I might have it – or at least, I hope I’m close to what you want.”Elle looked at the page and froze when she saw the picture that Zoe had drawn.“What?” Zoe said, alarmed at the look on Elle’s face. “Do you hate it?”“N – no.” Elle was tearing up; in her hand she held the very image that had only been in her mind’s eye, and to her that seemed like a little miracle. “No, Zoe. I love it. It’s perfect.”“Oh thank God.” Zoe sighed. “I’m so glad.”Wordless, Elle held
There was a town called Walton in this direction, she knew. She was the twelfth of Gideon’s twelve women-servants, so she didn’t have the privilege of being driven to the store to do the food shopping, but she’d asked Marigold, Azalea and Posy about their trips out of the compound and she knew that
Now she sank to her knees on the wooden floor and tugged a pin out of her hair; all the doors were locked from the inside at ten o’clock. In less than forty seconds, she’d unlocked the door to the yard outside and was back on her feet. She swung the door open and shivered at the blast of freezing w
Violet’s breathing was even and deep now, and Iris knew that she had to go. Her eyes still closed, she ran over her route one last time, checking and double-checking that she remembered everything.She opened her eyes and got to her feet.Then she sat down on the edge of her bed, suddenly intensely
But did she want to climb into that van? The one driven by the huge guy who was doing something deep in the woods at midnight that was surely suspicious? Walking on over and casually asking him for a ride was clearly not an option, so she’d have to sneak into the back while he was standing way over






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