Note: NOOSE is a [very] dark romantic thriller with extreme violence throughout. Please download responsibly. Might contain triggers!
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Suspense
"...engrossing story that had me on the edge until the end..."
"... steamy scenes..."
"Got me hooked!"
"Raw, edgy... graphically painted."
"Rollercoaster of emotions..."
A #1 Amazon bestselling Heist & Organized Crime Thriller, written by New York Times bestseller Marata Eros.
A smorgasbord of sweet butts, one for every taste. Noose has a sweet tooth that won't quit, and a clubwhore to suit his every need. Being a part of the Road Kill Motorcycle Club isn't a hard choice for Noose. A former Navy SEAL and expert knotter, he's seen realtime choices - in circumstances most never do. It's killing road. Women and freedom are the benefits of being a one percenter. Until Rose Christo comes along and slams the brakes on his outlaw existence.
Rose Christo knows death. Murder stole her sister, and gave her a son that's not hers. Love doesn't come in neat packages; it comes in the form of a five-year-old boy. Love is packaged in a man that tears out her heart with a brutal sexuality that strips Rose of her most sacred vow.
Never count on a man.
When her sister's murderer comes calling, demanding his property, who does Rose trust?
Road Kill MC 1 was originally published as a 3-part novella compilation, which has now been reformated into a full-length novel.
The mega-boxed set of this [Road Kill MC] series sells in the teens at Amazon.com (i.e.#19,159 Paid in Kindle Store)
Translating this boxed set and the subsequent 7 novels should [in theory] approximate these numbers.
I grab Crystal's hair, fisting it tightly against the scalp, and drive into her hard from behind.
She squeals, and I suck up the noise like a starving man.
Sweet butts are all the same. They want to be taken.
I want to take.
I love bareback, but rubbers are key. This pussy has had more dicks than I can count, and it's like fucking another man if you're not wearing a raincoat.
Even when it's not raining.
I'm done being introspective. I don't have to be anymore. I just fuck. I wear a rubber so I can fuck and not think.
Like the knots I make. Like the ones I've made to murder with.
I thrust harder and start swirling my dick high in a semi-circle. She screams, her cunt squeezing my dick in big deep pulses.
My balls get ready for lift-off, and I come from my toenails, emptying the double barrel right on target.
My head tips back, and I give an exhausted exhale.
When I finally come down, I slap her tight ass and withdraw, stripping the spent rubber from the top and rolling it off as I walk. Chucking the limp sheath in the trash can, I turn around. She's still there, tits still mounded on the tabletop I pushed her on, pussy all bright pink and plump.
Splayed for the next guy. If any were dumb enough to enter my lair. I smirk. They sure as fuck shouldn't be.
An exhale drives out of me, and I tear calloused fingers through my hair, wanting a smoke, bad.
I glance again at Crystal's slit. It's a shame when a perfectly good pussy isn't leaking cum. I shake my head in partial regret.
Can't have it all.
Already translated. Translated by Nelson Leonel De Benedetti
Precise, prompt and responsive.
Already translated. Translated by Lia Garcia