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Rough Road: A Bad Boy MC Romance by Maggie Carpenter

He’s the kind of man she shouldn’t want… and can’t stay away from.

Portia Perry should never have let herself fall for a man like Dakota King. He’s not just a tough, dirty, rough-riding bad boy, he’s a brute who never hesitates to spank her hard and ravage her even harder. He’s also the head of a local biker club, and that means he has his share of enemies.

Staying away from Dakota is easier said than done, and when he asks for her help figuring out who is stealing from him it is only a matter of time before Portia ends up well-used, sore, and screaming his name as she begs for more. But can her big, bad biker find a way to tame Portia’s most reckless impulses before her determination to uncover the truth gets her in over her head?


Publisher’s Note: Rough Road includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Maggie Carpenter

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 82,600 words


“Your ass? Who does it belong to?” he demanded, landing several hard slaps then roughly squeezing her cheeks.

“You, Sir.”

“All of it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His finger pushed into her dark hole.

She instinctively clenched, then forced herself to relax.

“That’s better. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Rub your clit as I enter you, but remember, you’re not to come until I say.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

She wouldn’t dare.

She had once, just to see what would happen.

He’d spanked her—hard—then using a vibrator he had held her at the edge of her climax for what had seemed like hours.

His rock-hard member demanded entry. Taking a long, deep breath, she arched her back and offered herself up. Clutching her flesh, he slowly impaled her, then partially withdrawing he parted her cheeks, letting them close, and separating them again, continuing the pattern until he was fully engulfed.

She’d been rubbing her clit, sinking into his intoxicating possession, and as he stroked, every thrust offered its unique ecstasy. The intense sensations took hold, and fervently massaging her clit, she felt her orgasm began to build.


Receiving no response, she dropped her hand away.

He increased the force and pace of his thrusts.

Her climax drew closer.


Grasping her hips, his fingers dug into her skin.

“Sir, please, Sir, I’m almost there…”

He slowed his pace.

Her thighs tightened.

“Sir, please…?”

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