Impulsively (Dante's Nine MC)

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A Dante's Nine MC Novel
by Colleen Masters
A Hearts
Collective Production


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and situations presented in this story are strictly fictional, and any
unintentional likeness to real people or real situations is completely




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A Dante's
Nine MC Novel



by Colleen


























Las Vegas, NV
Present Day



The air is thick with rough laughter, heavy smoke, and the
kind of sizzling sexual tension that can only be found in a self-proclaimed den
of sin. I’m immersed in this world of vice, pleasure, and lawless freedom. And
I know I’m about to be dragged even deeper.

I can feel his intent gaze raking along my body as I throw
back another shot of liquid courage. My eyes flick up, lock with his across the
rowdy bar. The scene around us—brimming with drunken, raucous voices, muscular
inked bodies, and scantly clad women—falls away. We may as well be the only two
people in this bar. The only two people in the world.

“I’m going to get some air,” I shout above the blaring rock
music, more for his sake than for the sake of my two companions.

“Air, huh?” grins the friend at my right, spotting my
intense admirer watching from down the bar. “Is that what the kids are calling
it these days?”

“Shut up,” I grin, letting my tiny denim skirt slip a little
higher along my thighs. I can practically hear the roar of his desire as I hop
down from my barstool. A tight black tank top perfectly showcases my God-given
curves, and daring scarlet lipstick makes my blue eyes pop even more than
usual. For the first time in my life, I feel sexy. Unstoppable.

And I all had to do was become someone else entirely.

“What are you waiting for?” my second girlfriend laughs,
giving me a playful slap on the ass. “Go get him, tiger.”

The easy blush spreading across my porcelain skin is hidden
in the dim light, but my trembling fingers give me away. Anticipation and
nerves mix with the desire that already pulses thickly in my blood. It’s a
potent cocktail, that’s for sure, but not nearly as intoxicating as those
emerald green eyes tracking my every step.

With one last glance at him over my slender shoulder, I turn
toward the back door of the clubhouse. Raking my fingers through my long red
curls, I will my heart to quiet down. I’m sure the entire bar can hear its
incessant pounding, even over the heavy bass thumping through our very bones.
All around, the lithe shapes of writhing women are spot lit, surrounded by the
grinning faces of their male admirers, cloaked in the shadows below.

This is the last place I ever expected to find myself—a
palace of lust and fantasy deep in the Las Vegas hills. But then, I’m not here
as myself, am I? The thought gives me courage, as it always does.
This is just a dream
, I
tell myself.
An illicit,
booze-soaked, incredible dream...starring the sexiest man I’ve ever met.

I slip through the back door at last, out into the cooling
darkness of the Nevada night. Drinking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, I press
my back against the brick wall of the club. Any second now, he’ll join me here.
And as soon as he does, I’ll be a goner. I know that I’m crossing all kinds of
lines, daring to be with him. He’s the last person in the world I’m supposed to

But that only makes this whole thing sweeter.

“Smoke?” a rugged voice growls in the darkness.

I whip around to face him, taken off guard by his stealthy
approach. The sudden flare of a lighter illuminates his chiseled features—the
strong, scruffy jaw, the high cheekbones, the vibrant green eyes. All lit up
above the full, firm lips that cradle his just-lit Marlboro.
I think longingly,
to be that cigarette...

“I’ll take a drag of yours,” I manage to reply, my voice
riding low and lusty in my chest.

A crooked grin spreads across his face as he walks slowly
toward me. I’m pinned against the brick wall, paralyzed with aching want. He
plants himself in front of me, running a hand through his dark, tumbling curls.
Ink scrawls all across his cut chest, his thickly muscled arms. I want to
memorize every line of his perfectly balanced body. A deep, pulsing need
ripples through my core as he plants a hand above my shoulder, closing me in.

With those wicked green eyes fixed on my face, he plucks the
cigarette from his perfect lips and places it between mine. I breathe in a
fiery drag, unable to focus on anything but his body, mere inches from my own.
The air between us crackles with electric tension. My rational mind screams at
me to turn and run from this dangerous, powerful man, but my heart and body
have other ideas.

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