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The night we met I don't remember falling for him. I remember feeling his eyes burning holes into my skin from across the dance floor. I remember forgetting how to breathe as he came to me, so tall and intimidating. He wasn't the deep ebony I preferred, with skin several shades darker than my own. But he was an intense, powerful man. Angry for no reason and rude as hell. Just the way I like 'em.

His touch short-circuited all rational thoughts. Logic told me not to follow a man who didn't utter one word to me as he dragged me away from my friends. Logic said do not enter that black hole at the back of the dance hall, the one filled with grunts and moans. But lust told me this was my chance.

That night, I was not a straight-laced, respectable young lady attending a concert with my sorority sisters.

I was his.

I belonged to the bear with hard eyes and a leather vest.
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A BWWM Master/slave first love romance between a demanding biker and his willing princess. Book 2 of 3 in an erotic short story series. Standalone story.
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Books included in this series:
I Loved a Rich Boy (Secret Love Book 1)
I Loved a Biker (Secret Love Book 2)
I Loved a Bad Boy (Secret Love Book 3)