President's Pretty Sin

Soft-hearted, careful, and far too innocent for the world of leather cuts, loaded guns, illegal deals, hard liquor, and men who lived by blood instead of law, she only meant to pass through. One wrong turn. One reckless night. One moment of curiosity.Then he saw her.The club president.A man feared by criminals, obeyed by killers, and whispered about by women who knew better than to look too long. He was brutal, brilliant, merciless, and completely untouchable. A violent man who ruled his motorcycle club like a kingdom and broke enemies without blinking.But the second his eyes landed on her, something in him changed.She was gentle. Sweet. Soft in a world that had made him hard. Her doe eyes looked at him without calculation, without fear, without hunger for his power. She saw the man beneath the blood, the leather, the violence — and it ruined him.He decided then and there:She was his.Not for one night.Not until he got bored.Forever.