A good girl does her duty. A bad girl does the sexy bikers who kidnap her.
The last thing I should be is attracted to my captors. I’m pajamas and hot chocolate while reading a good book–they’re leather and grit and the danger I’ve always been warned to keep away from.
But Wild Child, with his tattoos and piercings, has me crossing limits I had never imagined.
Hero’s dark eyes flash as he pleasures me like he knows me better than I know myself.
King terrifies me and has scars where none can see, but when he whispers dirty orders into my ears, I can’t resist them.
And when my father decides to use my abduction for his own political gain, the guys are the ones who show me what real integrity and strength looks like.
Maybe it’s time I stopped being a good girl.