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  Broken by the Biker: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Fallen Angels MC, Volume 2

  Evelyn Glass

  Published by eBook Publishing World, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  BROKEN BY THE BIKER: A BAD BOY MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE

  First edition. January 15, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Evelyn Glass.

  ISBN: 978-1386684992

  Written by Evelyn Glass.

  Also by Evelyn Glass

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  Mine

  Snatched

  Owned

  Blacktop Blades MC

  Ruined by the Biker: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Ruined by His Touch: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Ruined by His Love: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Blacktop Sinners MC

  Force

  Power

  Fury

  Chrome Horsemen MC

  Call Girl: A Bad Boy Baby Motorcycle Club Romance

  Hooked: A Bad Boy Baby Motorcycle Club Romance

  Tempted: A Bad Boy Baby Motorcycle Club Romance

  Cutthroat 99 MC

  Devils: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Devils In My Bed: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Devil at the Altar: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Death Valley MC

  Beg for Him

  Beg for More

  Beg Forever

  Desert Reapers MC

  Deceit

  Betrayal

  Lust

  Desert Sons MC

  Stolen: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Seized: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Snatched: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Fallen Angels MC

  Taken by the Biker: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Broken by the Biker: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Owned by the Biker: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Forbidden Desires

  Damaged: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  Broken: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  Torn: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  Hell Brigade MC

  At His Mercy

  Under His Control

  Beneath His Touch

  Mad Jackals MC

  Broken Promises: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Broken Vows: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Broken Hearts: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Nameless Sentinels

  The Wilder Alpha

  The Billionaire's Touch

  Bad Boy in a Suit

  Bad Boy in the Dark

  Bad Boy in Control

  Tied Up by the Bad Boy

  Pinned Down by the Bad Boy

  Set Free by the Bad Boy

  Bound to the Bad Boy

  Bent for the Bad Boy

  Given to the Bad Boy

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By Evelyn Glass

  Broken by the Biker: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Fallen Angels MC, #2)

  BROKEN BY THE BIKER: Fallen Angels MC (Book 2)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

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  BROKEN BY THE BIKER: Fallen Angels MC (Book 2)

  By Evelyn Glass

  NOBODY IS TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME.

  SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO help me find the traitors in my club, not get caught up in my war.

  She thinks I’m just another biker she shouldn’t trust—a monster and a brute.

  But I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  Even if I have to tie her to my bed and never let her go.

  She was good with numbers, and I needed someone to help me find the traitors in my club.

  I was supposed to keep my hands off her.

  But when I saw her, I knew that I had to have a taste.

  One taste and I couldn’t get enough.

  One taste and I needed her screaming my name.

  She was supposed to stay out of my war.

  But that was before the traitors came after her, and dragged her into it.

  Now, I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  I don’t care if she thinks I’m a monster and a brute.

  She’s mine, and nobody is going to take her from me.

  Even if I have to pin her curves beneath me

  Lash her to the bed, and never let her go.

  Chapter 1

  She was too shocked to scream, but only for a second. She drew in a deep breath as she scrambled to pick up the rickety chair pushed under the moisture-stained desk in the corner of the seedy room, but before she could hit him or scream at him, she saw him press himself back against the door, his hands up in surrender. That made her pause. Declan had come at her, full-bore, and threatened her from the second that he was within range. Mason was saying something, words that she hadn’t entirely heard until she forced a few more deep breaths into and out of her lungs.

  “I'm so sorry,” he was saying, “I’m so incredibly sorry that he hurt you. Jesus, baby, your face, are you okay?”

  “Do not call me baby,” she growled. The chair was up over her head somehow, but his eyes were locked on hers. “I’m not your baby. I never was.”

  “Okay,” Mason said. “I’m sorry, Caroline. I’m sorry I got you caught up in this. I swear to you, I never once thought that there was anything more going on than someone skimming from the garage. I’m going to deal with Declan, I swear it, but first, I have to know that you’re safe.” He reached out and touched her bruised cheek, and she flinched away from the pain of it, both physical and emotional. “God, your face. Did he break anything?”

  The chair was heavy, anyway, and even if she broke it over his ugly, stubborn head, it probably wouldn’t do anything. She let it fall to the ground, and let herself follow. He went with her, though he was smart enough not to try and hold her. Not yet, anyway.

  “He broke Gloria,” she said, and watched Mason’s face crumple. He deserved to hurt, but it felt like bad karma to lie about this. “She’s at the vet’s now. They think she’ll be okay, but...” She shuddered. “Why are you here? Are you just trying to drag me back to him?”

  “No,” Mason said. “I’m here to keep you safe.”

  “I’m safe,” she said. “I have a plan.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “It wouldn’t be much of a plan if I told the person most likely to tell the guy who's about to come after me.”

  Mason stared at her for a moment. “I told you that I was trying to fake him out. I told you to come to me. I gave you the damn address!”

  “Oh, is that what you did? Because all I noticed was you being all buddy-buddy with the guy
who assaulted me.”

  She wasn’t sure exactly where all this rage was coming from. Some of it was about being assaulted in her own home, and some was about giving up her very best friend, and some was about the fact that he hadn’t punched the crap out of that jerk when he had the chance. Some of it was that he was even here. And why was he here?

  “How did you even find me?”

  The answer came all at once, and this time she did reach out and slug him on the arm, and he rocked a little bit, though she thought he might have moved on purpose, just to make her feel better.

  “Jack ratted me out, didn’t he? That dirtbag.”

  “That dirtbag is looking out for you, Caro. I don’t think Declan is going to come for you, but if he does, it’ll be without mercy, and I can’t handle that. I can’t take him down while I’m worried about what’s going to happen to you. You need to come back with me.”

  “What? No! I’m not going back.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “You think you can stop me taking you back?”

  “Since I imagine that you’ve got your motorcycle with you, yeah, I think I can.”

  “Jack loaned me his car.”

  Well, that put a different spin on her getaway plans, didn’t it? “That son of a bitch.”

  “Caro, come on. Be reasonable.”

  “No,” she said. “No, definitely not. I’ve been reasonable all my life. I just reasonably gave away my dog because it’s safer for her than to bring her with me, wherever I end up. I dated reasonable men, got a reasonable job, acted reasonably all the damn time, and look where I am now,”

  “Where are you?” He reached out and touched her hand, his fingers tracing a pattern over her skin that he wasn’t supposed to know, some sort of mystical key that made her trust him, that told her he was safe, that unlocked her heart.

  “I’m in a skeezy motel room with a guy I’m falling for, who is the worst thing who ever happened to me, and all I can think about doing is fucking kissing you.”

  Chapter 2

  They fell together, fast and hard, kneeling on the floor. His hands cupped her head, forcefully bringing her to the angle he wanted, and her mouth was already open for him when his tongue sought permission to enter her. His hands traced over her breasts, lifting them, then sliding down to her waist and pulling her into his lap. “Just kissing me?”

  She reached between their bodies and traced her hand over the outline of his cock in his jeans. “No. I kind of hate myself for it, but no. There’s so much more than I want from you.”

  He pulled back then, his eyes wary. “Like what?”

  “Do we have to talk?” God, why had she said that?

  “Sounds like maybe we should.”

  She sighed and pushed herself away from him, even though it made the ache in her belly a thousand times worse. “I don’t know what to say, Mason. I don’t know what you want from me, from life, from this situation. I’m totally in the dark. And it’s been a handful of days, so it’s not like that’s completely shocking, but at the same time—it’s been a really bad handful of days. If this is how the rest of my life would be with you—”

  “Rest of your life—?”

  She stared at him. “Is it really so shocking that I think in terms of the rest of my life? I’m a financial consultant, for God’s sake. I have a mortgage and a dog and a 401k.”

  “Yeah, and I’m a filthy biker, right?”

  “I didn’t say that, Mase, didn’t even think it.”

  “Not at all?” His tone bit sharp and harsh.

  “No. Not even a little bit.”

  “So what do you want in your life, then? A marriage, a house, white picket fence, 2.4 kids, or whatever the hell it is?”

  Caroline knew she needed to sit, or she was going to throw up, right here on the floor. “That’s what I would have said last week, definitely.”

  “And now?”

  “Why are you pushing me so hard to say that I don’t want you?”

  “Because you shouldn't want me! And I don’t blame you. I couldn’t protect Anna, I couldn’t protect you—” His hands clenched into fists fast and hard, his pupils tightening into tiny dots, his breathing fast and rushed.

  Everything in her heart and her brain told her to run, that this man was dangerous, that she needed to get away.

  Yet she pushed all of that aside and stepped carefully into him. He looked down at her, his jaw working as his teeth ground together—God, what a terrible sound—but he wasn’t really seeing her. She didn’t know what was in his head. A scene from one of his tours, his half-sister’s grave, the bastard who’d put her in the ground... but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away from him. Not when he needed someone—anyone—this badly.

  She brought her hands up to touch his jaw on each side. He pushed them away with a rapid ease that made her belly flip again, but she brought them back and tried her best not to flinch. He pushed her away again, and she touched him a third time. “Don't,” he said.

  “And what are you going to do?” she replied. “If I’m making it worse, I’ll go, but if you’re just scared, if you’re scared you’ll hurt me—I’m a big girl. I can keep myself safe.”

  He blinked twice, too fast. “You’re doing a bang-up job so far.”

  “True. But I’m not scared of you.”

  “You should be.”

  “Maybe. But I’m not.”

  He fell into her then, the way he had that first night, his hands twisting and teasing and taunting her with movements so fast that she could barely keep up with them. “I need to fuck,” he growled into her ear as he dragged his hips over hers. “I need to fuck or I need to fight and I don’t want to fight with you, Caroline. Please, can I fuck you? I’m sorry for what happened, I’m sorry I didn’t keep you safe; can I make it up to you?”

  “For the love of God, tell me you have a condom, because I didn’t grab them in my rush to leave.” She laughed, short and brutal. “I didn’t think I’d have any use for them.”

  He rested his forehead on her sternum for a moment, then leaned down and nipped her nipple. He sat back on his heels, looking around. “This place is skeezy, but not too skeezy. Even odds...” He stood up, then pointed one very stern finger at her. “Don’t move an inch.”

  “Not even to take my jeans off?”

  “No. Because if I’m wrong, I don’t want to be tempted.”

  “Yes, Master.” She winked at him, but he didn’t laugh; his breathing was harsh and rapid.

  “Not ‘Master,’” he said. “But sir... I wouldn’t mind sir. If you wanted to play that game.”

  “Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.”

  “Jesus fuck,” he said, reaching down and rearranging his cock in his jeans. “If there aren’t condoms in a machine in the office, I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with this thing.”

  And then he was gone, and she waited on the bed, wondering what in hell she was doing to herself. The man had gone into a full on panic attack at the barest conversation about what might come next in a relationship. There was no way that this relationship was going to work long term. But the way he touched her, the way he made her body come alive—maybe they could work something out. She knew she wanted to try. For now, that would have to be enough.

  He came back after a few minutes, and she’d never been so happy to see a little foil square in a guy’s hand. “I am the happiest man alive.”

  “Not yet,” she said, reaching for his hand and pulling her down onto the bed next to her. “But you will be.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  Something in his eyes shifted as he reached for her. He’d always been so eager as he touched her, a force of nature that was irresistible. This time, his hands were soft, gentle, tracing her body instead of teasing it.

  He pulled her to him as he laid back, easing her into his lap. Her hair was up in a ponytail, messy from her nap. He pulled her shoulders down a bit, then reached up and pulled out the hair tie, letting her locks fall loos
ely around her shoulders.

  “You’re incredible, Caroline Lewis.” He smiled. “You make me think there might be some hope in fucking the universe.”

  “There’s hope for everyone,” she said, and leaned over to steal away his words before he could argue.

  Chapter 3

  Her hair fell around them, hid the nasty motel, blocked the sounds of traffic, and left just the two of them in their own private world. She moved her mouth in the words she wanted to say, but she put no air behind them. It seemed that he kissed her back just a little more fervently, a little more deeply. He pulled her shirt up and over her head, unsnapping her bra and sending it into the corner of the room. His hands roamed her back freely, his fingers massaging and squeezing her body, learning it inch by inch.

  She let her hips drift over his, back and forth, grinding into him without any particular rhythm or need. She could feel his heat, his length, his incredibly hard cock beneath her, and even as that one part of her mind continued to shout about what a horrible idea this whole thing was, she remembered how good it felt to have him buried in her, as deep as he could manage, and she wanted that again.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he said, tracing one finger over her unbruised cheek.

  “Right now? You sound like my grandma.”

  He laughed, tweaking one of her nipples. “Granted. But what else are you thinking?”

  She moved over him more slowly, enjoying the way his breath changed and moved with her. Putting her thoughts into words hadn’t ever been her strongest suit, unless she was talking about programming code or making sense of someone’s books and explaining to them why they were still going into debt. Emotional truths and deep philosophy weren’t subjects she’d practiced on.

  Finally, she said, “I want you in my life. I don’t know what that looks like yet. But I want you there. And we can work out the details.”