The Devil’s Blaze by Zoey Parker

LUCAS: Time is running out.
The window of opportunity is closing.
There’s only twenty-four hours left to do what I promised to do:
Put a baby in the innocent girl’s belly.
I thought she was kidding when she said it at first.
That she wanted me to get her pregnant.
So I made her say it again.

I wanted to hear those words out loud.
The kind a rogue outlaw biker like me never intended to hear.
I stared straight at her pink, pretty lips, her flawless teeth, her warm tongue, as she said it one more time:
“I want you to give me a baby.”
Right. F**king. Now.

JOSEPHINE: The door shut, and suddenly we were alone together.
I almost ran out screaming.
It took every ounce of willpower I had to keep myself glued to where I stood.
This wasn’t how I pictured my life going.
But the world has a funny way of throwing you a sickening twist when you least expect it.
Which is how I ended up here.
About to be owned by a biker.
Not just any biker:
A complete and total stranger. He could’ve been an angel or a devil, a saint or a sinner.
I had no idea either way.
I’d literally just met him.

But now, he was about to knock me up.
I wonder what I’d have done if I knew how this would all turn out.
If I could have predicted the bloodshed, the chaos, the horror, the death…
Maybe I wouldn’t have done what I did next.
Maybe I wouldn’t have stepped up to the cocky devil in the leather jacket, laid my hand on his chest, and said those six twisted, filthy, reckless little words:
“I’m ready to have your baby.”