Owned by Naomi West

I BOUGHT HER SO SHE COULD GIVE ME A CHILD.

I need a son to fulfill my father’s last wishes.
The pretty bartender is perfect for the job: hot, lonely, and desperate.
Now, I own all of her – from her lips to her womb.
And she’s going to have my baby.
It sure as hell wasn’t how I saw my life going.
I’m a biker, after all, not some loser dad with a white picket fence and 2.3 annoying children.
I drink, I fight, I screw.
I definitely don’t babysit.
But even for a rebel like myself, some things simply must be done.

My father begged me on his deathbed to give him a grandchild.
Plus, he made it a requirement of my inheritance.
Fine. As you wish, Pops.
One baby, coming up.
But the women in my life are hardly fit for conversation, much less reproducing.
I need someone a little different.
That’s where Star came in.
She’s as tough as they come, but more importantly, she’s desperate for some money.
I can give her that.
In exchange, I want all of her.
I want to see that sexy little grin.
To touch that tight little body.
And to give her a night that she will never forget – at least, not for nine months afterwards.
I’ll do whatever I want with this vixen.
After all, I own her now.