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Bound to my husband's enemy

Warning: this book contains strong sexual content, smuts and explicit scenes and is strictly for readers over the age of 18. Author pov: To my readers who are wondering if bikers men fuck as much as they ride--yes, they do. but these aren't super-heroes or the cute boy next door.They take.They claim and make you beg for more. For years, Daisy endured the mistreatment from her husband who was the president of the fallen-saints MC but tragedy struck when he got into an accident and lost his life.But even in his death, her husband showed her how much he hated her, he left everything to the hands of his mistress and the secret son they had leaving her hopeless and penniless. Broken by his hatred for her Daisy took his death as good fate and decided to start afresh, far away from the life she lived with him. but not until she ran into his rival Christian Blackwood. Christian Blackwood is the President of the hell-hounds motorcycle club and the perfect definition of a devil in human clothing. He is known to be ruthless , cold and most importantly without emotions and her husband sworn enemy. But somehow Daisy finds herself in the world of the man she was warned never to cross. The man who suddenly lurks in her shadows and wants her all to himself. Somehow she finds hers back in the world she vowed to run away from but this time it was just any world it was his world. Feelings become obsessions and obsession burns into something unthinkable. Rules are broken and rivalry's are heightened and not just that dark secrets are unveiled.
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Chapter 3

"You can't just leave, the wedding is tomorrow" Mia yelled behind me  as I grabbed the last cloth  on the bed and hurriedly put it inside my bag.

Daisy, don't do this,if you leave.Where will you go? 

"I don't know Mia,I don't know , he's here,Christian is here" I whispered to her trying to catch my breath.

Mia lips trembled slightly but nothings come outs 

"She knew, oh my god, she knew that he was here and didn't say a word about it.

I'm sorry, but if I told  you about him being here you would have bolted out and I didn't want it.

"You can't be serious Mia, for fuck  sake, Christian Blackwood the president of the hellhounds motorcycle club and my ex husband  rival is out there and you didn't think that it was right you told me about it?

What happens when Callum men finds out that I was in the same place with his enemy, he might be dead but his men aren't and I know they are watching me.

You  know the history mia, the generational dispute.

 I can't be in the middle of that and you as my best friend should have known better than this.

I didn't wait for Mia to defend herself anymore,so I grabbed my bag and  headed straight to the elevator. I didn't mind if I had to  order a ride out of this place. I just don't care.

I took the elevator,ignoring Mia's scream behind me telling me how sorry she was saying he was the groom's friend.

Who gives a fuck if he is the groom  friend.

The moment the elevator closes up,someone pulls me from behind and slams me  hard against the wall, not in a hard or hurtful way.

My breath stops and tightens against my chest when the hands  crawl up from behind me and stop on the wall.

I knew that hand, it had  the same tattoo on the finger I saw.

Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right  behind me , his body is pressed against me in an immoral way  and his hot breath was on my neck.

I breathing hinges as I closed my legs  and  he slowly slides his   other hands down my waist .

I closed my eyes waiting for the worst possible thing to happen to me, I have heard ruthless things about him mostly from my husband and how he goes for his prey(the people that goes against him) 

I only guess that my husband had offended him and he killed him and now he was here to take me with him.

Christian  lowered his breaths to my neck and that directly sent chills to my body.

He   slowly slid my hair to the side  and I  jumped back to consciousness  to remember that I was pressed Christian Blackwood in an ungodly manner.

"Running from me little pet" he lets out slowly.

 His voice sounded cold, but raspy and enticing, that kind of voice that could make you melt off in his arms and pull off your panties.

"Please" I begged  when I finally found my voice.

"Even more prettier and sexier in person than I thought" he said again and this time the tears that I had been holding slowly slid down my eyes.

He wouldn't take advantage of Me, Christian could have any woman that he wanted  and not me.

"How about you become mine, your husband is six feet under and I can only imagine his reaction to me touching you unless he isn't"

Christian hot breath is  still on my neck but the only words that I could think of at that moment were his last Statement.

The hot breathing against my neck suddenly stops and my legs give away.

I turned  to see him resting at the far edge of the elevator,his gaze never leaving me and the smile  at the corner of his lips.

The  air in the elevator is so small,  I can  hardly breath 

In  that instant, I felt useless and used

What  did he think of me? Did  he think that I was just some widow that he could take  advantage of?

My husband had humiliated me his whole life and now his rival  wouldn't let me be.

"I only want to say my condolences Mrs  Horace" he said  as the elevator door binged  indicating that we were at the last floor.

 When the elevator opened ,I was still struggling to catch my breath and  Mia was waiting.

Christian had a look of satisfaction on his face when he walked out. He was pleased by my reaction and the horrible look Mia  had on her  face.

That instant something  ignited inside of me.

 I was tired of being used.

When the thought came into my head,I knew I was going to regret this.

"Christian "I called  out, making him stop  and then he turned to me again.

The smirk showing on his face.

 "Do you want more baby?" he says Calmly but sultry, making Mia gasp.

Ignoring my friend's horrified expression   I walked towards him and  stopped right in front of him.

I don't care whatever rival you and Callum had but that is not my business, keep me out of it.

He didn't respond but instead he just looked at me like I was talking to myself.

I knew what he was doing ,daring me.

Ignoring the raging voice in my head telling me not to do it, I did it. I smacked him hard across the face.

I slapped Christian Blackwood, the man no one dared to mess with.

A smile crept to the  corner of his lips, not anger  but amusement 

Oh! His voice dipped in satisfaction. You've got some fire in you, I love that.

"I would be waiting for your call little pet" he  whispers calmly enough for me to hear alone and then turns and walks out leaving  me in  shock

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