Biker's Plaything — Kathryn Thomas

HE PULLED ME IN HIS BED, AND THEN SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT. Jason Fowler is a dirty bastard. When he's not out there f things up, he's in here, f my brains out.I was supposed to kill him. Instead, I found myself screaming his name.I couldn't stop craving his filthy words in my ear, couldn't stop begging for his touch.I can't quit him, even if I want to. Because they'll kill me if they find out that I let him live. Because he's the only one who can keep me alive. But running with Jason Fowler meant I had to play by his rules. Whatever he wants. Whenever he wants. However he wants.