Title: Penance
Series: The Chicago Defiance MC Series
Book 2
Author: K E Osborn
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 26
SYNOPSIS
I'm not sure how it happened.
The way the cord of life can splinter
and snap without warning.
My family—in hiding from the Japanese
Yakuza.
My club—at war with the very
organization my family are hiding from.
Though, amidst the chaos, there is one
shining light.
A Spanner in the works.
A woman who’s not only the complete
opposite of me, and everything I stand for, but a woman who my parents should
frown upon.
She’s brash, where I am guarded. We
shouldn't work.
This story isn't about a dynasty
reuniting and mending old wounds—it's betrayal, deception, conflict and
turmoil.
Bloodshed—it's coming.
Who will pay the ultimate penance?
EXCERPT
Sensei stands up from his seat bringing
my attention back to him as he reaches out grabbing my arm. My skin ignites at
his touch as his fingers lace around my wrist, and he looks into my eyes. “Come
with me.” His voice is low, deep, seductive, and I really want to make a
Terminator joke, say something like ‘If you want to live,’ but I don’t because
my voice is stuck in my throat from the lustful look in his eyes. It’s making
my chest heavy with tension as he pulls me, and I move easily.
“You leaving already?” Scratch calls out
sounding like a needy teenager. I almost laugh, but I can’t find it in me as
Sensei pulls me with him through the room, his hand tight on my wrist as he
says nothing more but leads me toward a hall. I have no idea where we’re going,
only that I hope like fuck when we get there, we’re alone.
The tension builds inside of me as we
pass some of his brothers. They say nothing, just smirk at us as they watch him
lead me down the hall which seems to have doors placed every few feet or so.
It’s only when he stops at a door and opens it, I realize what this hall is—the
sleeping quarters.
Opening my eyes wide, I don’t have time
to think before he yanks me through the door, then slams it shut behind him
with his foot and thrusts me up against it. His body pressed against mine as
his hands push against my cheeks, holding me in position as his lips crash
against mine so forcefully my head smacks against the door. Not painfully, just
enough to shock me.
I’m stunned for a moment but soon forget
as he’s kissing me again, and it feels so fucking good. His tongue enters my
mouth, one of his hands on my face moves into the back of my hair, his fingers
lacing through my ponytail. He yanks on it making me gasp into his mouth as his
other hand moves to my hip pulling me to him so I can feel every part of him,
even the bulge in his pants.
My hands smooth up his back under his
shirt and cut against his skin. He’s so warm, his skin silky soft as I dig my
nails into his flesh. He groans into my mouth and kisses me harder. I love the
way we kiss, it’s so frenzied, so full of passion. His hands move down to my
ass and under my thighs as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him as he
pulls away from the door and walks me over to his bed. Swiftly, he lowers me
onto the mattress. He doesn’t shift his weight from on top of me as he slides
over me, our lips never detaching as his hard cock presses firmly against my
pussy.
I moan into his mouth as he slowly
breaks away from me, and I pout up at him as he grins looking into my eyes. He
brings his hand up to his mouth and then pulls out my piece of bubblegum. I
smirk and giggle as he places it on the bedside table and smiles at me.
“This makes you taste good,” he murmurs
and then before I can answer, his lips are back on mine kissing me hard once
more. He rocks his hips into me, his hard cock pressing in just the right
place. A whimper escapes my mouth as my legs unwrap from around his body, and I
use all my strength to spin us over. He moves with me, letting me turn the tide
as I roll us over and straddle him on the bed.
He doesn’t completely let me have my way
as he sits us up, all the while we kiss frantically. My hands run through his
dreadlocks as he moves to my tank top, and his fingers skim the bottom of it
then hoist it up. I don’t hesitate to let him take it off me. I know we’ve only
known each other for all of two days, but the chemistry between us is
scorching, and this itch we have needs to be tended to, then we can get to know
each other better.
My top flies off and falls to the floor
beside me leaving me in my denim shorts and my bra. His hands glide down my
back, the warmth of his calloused fingers feel like heaven as his large hands
pull me to him, needing me closer. Sliding my hands from his hair, I move to
his cut and slide it over his shoulders. He shrugs out of it then places it
carefully on the bedside table. My fingers fumble for the hem of his gray
shirt. I yank it up to see his left side covered in tattoos, from his shaved
scalp, down his neck, his arm, his torso and the intricate design delves into
the waistband of his pants. I’m sure it
goes onto his hip and leg too. I take a
second to just marvel at the complex designs, mostly Asian in pattern, but
there are some neo-traditional pieces in there too. I also can’t help but
notice the cross with wings pendant around his neck. It’s beautiful as he leans
in and presses his lips to my collarbone, his teeth grazing along my bone
making me clench my eyes shut in delight.
He suddenly shifts, picking me up and
sliding off the edge of the bed. I watch his eyes as he carries me over to his
desk, and I giggle, holding onto him tightly as he lowers my ass down onto the
edge. He moves back from me and then grabs my foot taking off my combat boots,
one by one. I smirk as he slides back in and unbuttons my shorts. Butterflies flutter
in my stomach as his eyes bore into mine while I squirm on the edge of the
desk, the tension building inside of me as he pops them one by one. Note to
self, wear shorts with less buttons.
His hooded eyes becoming darker and
darker as he takes in the sight before him. He yanks them down, leaving me in
my white bra and a pair of aqua boyshorts with a pink trim. He smiles and
raises his brow in an approving way.
I’m not a typical girl, I don’t wear
sexy panties or thongs, or for that matter matching underwear most of the time,
so I’m glad he seems impressed by what he’s seeing.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
Letting out a chuckle, I run my hand
down his flawlessly toned stomach. He has abs on abs on abs and even an amazing
V that women go gaga over. I totally get it.
“Pot, kettle, much?”
He grins and raises his brow. “I think
you thought I was… how did you word it … pretty?”
I try to hide my laugh and tilt my head.
“Me? No! I would never say that.”
He stalks closer and nods, slowly making
my stomach flip at the hooded look in his eyes. “Oh, yes, Alya, you called me
pretty, and do you remember what I said I would do to you if you called me…
pretty?”
My chest tightens as my clit begins to
throb. My breath catches in my throat as I clench my thighs together looking up
at him. “You would spank me?” My voice comes out as a breathy whisper while
color blooms on my neck and moves up to my cheeks.
He takes a deep steadying breath. “Will
you run if I did exactly that?”
I shake my head as a slow smile creeps
up on my face.
“Stand up and pull down your panties…
slowly,” he demands, and a sudden rush of something flows through
me—excitement, a thrill of euphoria—I have no idea. I haven’t had a guy be
experimental with me for a very long time, and I always enjoy the rush. So I do
as he says. His dominant tone only striving to make my panties wetter as I
stand from the desk and thread my fingers through the hem of my boyshorts. I
look him dead in his eyes while I slide them down my legs. Standing, I kick
them to the side as I hook my hands behind my back and take off my bra. His
eyes wander over my naked body, in awe as the bulge against his pants is
painfully clear. I love the fact I can do that to him.
He takes a step closer, the energy in
the room is popping and sizzling as every hair on my body is standing on end.
There’s a magnetism, a force in the room—it’s pulling me to him, it’s surging,
it’s coursing—and making it damn near almost impossible for me to hold myself
together. But somehow, I’m keeping focused as he stands half naked in front of
me, his eyes so dark they’re almost black. He’s so fucking good looking it
slays me as his eyes drink me in.
“Lay over the end of the desk. Hold on
tight,” he instructs.
With a grin, I move to the end of the
desk and lay on the edge, so my ass is on display. My chest is over the desk as
I hold on waiting for my punishment, my pussy throbbing in delight.
I’m a twisted bitch.
THE SERIES
Isn't it funny?
The way your life can alter in the blink of an eye.
My club – constantly under siege by the Italian mafia.
My city – in a war lasting two generations caused by our fathers.
Yet, in amongst the turmoil, I met her.
In a froyo store.
This sassy woman who’s ready to throw down and defend her friends against my
brothers and me.
But we aren't the enemies in this story, and little did she know our chance
encounter would set us along a different path.
This story isn't full of partying and fun – it's chaos, carnage, deception, and
lies.
War – it's brutal.
Can you resist?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Australian author K E Osborn was born
and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design
and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story
brewing in her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes
her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and
their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t
consider doing anything else.
