Throttle and Ruin: An MM Dark MC Enemies to Lovers Primal Kink

The enforcer never let anyone close. Too many scars, too much blood on his hands. Then the rival operative walked into his canyon territory and everything went to hell.

They were supposed to kill each other. That's how this worked. Two clubs at war, and these two the worst of it, circling, waiting for the opening. But something else happened out there in the rocks where no one could see. Something that started with a fist to the jaw and ended with teeth at the throat, bodies slammed against sun-baked stone, hands tearing at leather and denim while the only sounds were rough breath and the words they couldn't stop saying. Hate words that sounded like need. Threats that ended up as demands to get inside, get deeper, get owned.

He should have ended it there. Walked away and let the desert hide what they'd done. Instead he kept coming back to the same canyon, same time, letting the operative take him apart piece by piece. Letting himself be opened up in ways that had nothing to do with the sex and everything to do with the surrender. On his knees. On his back. Marked up and raw and still asking for more, the ruin of it sweet as anything he'd ever tasted.

The clubs find out, he's dead. The operative's dead. Worse than dead. But when the operative pins him down in the dirt and tells him he's the only one who gets to have this, the only one who gets to wreck him and keep him, the enforcer stops fighting. Stops wanting to.

Some hungers you don't survive. Some men you don't walk away from. This one burned his mark in deep, and the enforcer learned to beg for the fire.

A full-length primal play dark enemies to lovers MC romance.

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