I don't do strays.
Not fugitives with hunted eyes and a mouth full of defiance, crashing through our clubhouse door like a storm no one invited.
But him.
Sweat-slicked leather clings to his frame in the haze of cigarette smoke, and one look tells me he's running from ghosts that bite harder than any rival gang.
He wants belonging. Craves it like air. Denies it with every snarled word.
And damn if I don't want to be the one who collars that fire.

He's mine now.
Or should be.
I pin him in the dim backroom, breath ragged against my neck, and show him what ownership tastes like - brutal thrusts that shatter his bravado, my hands marking skin where ink vows will soon sear permanent.
Brutal domination. That's my language.
But then his fingers trace the fresh tattoos under flickering neon, trembling like he's confessing sins only I can absolve.
Tender trust slips in, uninvited.
Melting the savage edge I live by.

Our blaze defies every code carved into this brotherhood.
I'm club enforcer, loyalty etched in blood and engine roar.
He's the rival ghost who yields to me alone, fracturing oaths that could get us both hunted down.
Sanctuary hangs by spit and fury - his freedom from pursuit, my hard-won place at the table, that self-respect he clings to like a last cigarette.
One blood-streaked embrace amid the debris of a botched run, and I feel it crack.
My heart. Fierce. Exposed.
His surrender feels like salvation.
Until loyalties clash like revving Harleys.

What if owning him means losing us both?

A full-length gay domination MC erotic romance featuring a haunted fugitive and a possessive biker enforcer.