Owned by the Biker: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

I BOUGHT HER SO SHE COULD GIVE ME A CHILD.

I need a son to fulfill my father's last wishes.
The pretty bartender is perfect for the job: hot, lonely, and desperate.
Now, I own all of her – from her lips to her womb.
And she's going to have my baby.

It sure as hell wasn't how I saw my life going.
I'm a biker, after all, not some loser dad with a white picket fence and 2.3 annoying children.
I drink, I fight, I screw.
I definitely don't babysit.

But even for a rebel like myself, some things simply must be done.
My father begged me on his deathbed to give him a grandchild.
Plus, he made it a requirement of my inheritance.

Fine. As you wish, Pops.
One baby, coming up.

But the women in my life are hardly fit for conversation, much less reproducing.
I need someone a little different.

That's where Star came in.

She's as tough as they come, but more importantly, she's desperate for some money.
I can give her that.

In exchange, I want all of her.
I want to see that sexy little grin.
To touch that tight little body.
And to give her a night that she will never forget – at least, not for nine months afterwards.

I'll do whatever I want with this vixen.
After all, I own her now.