Making the King by B. Lybaek EPUB & PDF

Making the King (THE CRUZ KINGS MC) by B. Lybaek EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online

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  • Authors: B. Lybaek
  • Language: English
  • Genre: contemporary romance
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Rocco
The fuck is wrong with me? I’m anxious as hell, leaning against my
truck, waiting for my child bride to exit the prison gates. Jesus, even
thinking of her as a child bride turns my fucking gut. That day was never
meant to end the way it did, with her locked up in prison.
The whine of the oversized gates opening draws my attention as the large
metal barriers slowly start rolling open.

Fuck. How did things end up like this?
The job was meant to be simple. Well, as fucking simple as it can be
when you’re dealing with the sick cunts in the skin trade. There’s always a
chance that things will go south, but it’s a risk we are willing to take if we
can save as many of the innocent girls being sold to sick motherfuckers
around the world as we can.

I was the fucking ruse this time, posing as a spoilt rich boy whose father
purchased him a fucking virgin. The auction was done online, and finalizing
the transaction happened a week later when I walked into that church and
met Carlos Rodríguez, and his daughter Cara, only sixteen at the time,
duressed to be my fucking wife.

I was only nineteen myself, but fuck, I’d been with the Diamond Crew
for a while by that time, and had spent life on the streets for a number of
years before that, so I knew how to bury my fear deep and only show the
world a hard exterior. It’s how I learned how to survive the cruelty of adults
that thought their needs, their desires, meant more than a child’s consent.
The large metal gates come to a clanging stop, the tall wire fencing built
right up to them like a cage rattles as a gate further in opens.

Shit. How can one chick make me so fucking nervous?
The Cara Rodríguez I met when she was sixteen was a contradiction. Her
features were everything soft, from her satin smooth cheeks and large doe
eyes, and how fucking soft and plump her lips looked. And fuck, they felt it
too, something which fucking pisses me off.

Not the fact that her lips were soft, but how it was nice kissing them.
Like what the fuck? She was sixteen. And while there are only three years
between us, I was still classed as an adult that day, so I should never have
liked how her lips felt against mine.

It was torture enough having to fake that I was excited about
consummating the marriage, and fuck, even having to slap her ass felt so
fucking wrong.
So why was she a contradiction?

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