All Sinner No Saint: A Why Choose, Dark, MC Romance (The Hell's Rebel's Collection Book 1) by Serena Akeroyd

Author:Serena Akeroyd [Akeroyd, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Serena Akeroyd Publishing Ltd.
Published: 2020-05-16T18:30:00+00:00

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Saint

“You gonna kiss me or not?”

I narrowed my eyes at Bubbles. “Not.” Fucking her so hard the bedframe rattled, I planted Ama’s beautiful face over the hard-lined one of the sweetbutt I was currently screwing.

To Bubbles, I did everything I couldn’t do to Ama. I fucked her hard, fast, and dirty. I was rough and mean with Bubbles who, fucked up as it was, loved me for it. And yeah, that was no word of a lie. She loved me and I just barely tolerated her.

I was a bastard. I knew that. But to me, she was a hole, one I could fuck with no obligations. That was her job here, after all. It wasn’t just me who treated her that way, and maybe it was a testament to the fact I wasn’t all bastard that I felt shitty about what I was doing most of the time.

When I blew my wad inside her, I immediately rolled off her body and got to my feet. I hadn’t even taken my clothes off, just pulled out my cock, touched her pussy for a while to make sure she was wet enough for me, then thrust into her. Now I was done, so I was out of here.

“Where are you going?” Bubbles cried the second my zipper was pulled up.

I tilted my head to the side. “What makes you think you have the right to ask that?”

Only one person could ask me that and get an answer—Ama. Even my dad knew not to pull that BS on me now.

Ama was the reason I had my road name, but I was a saint only for her. To her, and for her, I had unlimited patience. Everyone else knew to back the fuck off.

Bubbles nervously licked her lips. Her blonde hair bobbed when she tipped her face down and processed the fact she’d just pissed me off.

After I took a few steps toward the door, she mumbled, “I need to talk to you.”

“Talk.”

Man of few words, that was me. Saint or Mute had been my two options as a road name, and no one wanted to be called fucking Mute.

She licked her lips and I eyed the worn makeup around her mouth. The paint she’d worn had bled out, making the once sharp line blurry. I didn’t even want to know how many brothers’ cocks had made that blurry line happen.

“I’m pregnant.”

I snorted. “So?”

Bubbles squinted at me. “It’s yours.”

Unable to help myself, I grinned at her. “Yeah. Right.”

“It is!” she huffed.

“Yeah? Got proof?”

“No, of course not. But you’re the only guy I’ve ever fucked without a rubber.”

My lips twitched at her lie. “I ain’t your baby daddy, Bubbles.”

“You are!” she spat, snarling the words at me like an irritated cat.

Folding my arms across my chest, I demanded, “Okay, so when did the immaculate conception happen?”

“Eight weeks ago, at your daddy’s b’day party.”

Deciding to see where this bullshit story was going, I tapped the toe of my boot against the floor. It made a thumping

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