Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4) by Sam Crescent Page B

don’t need to know any more of the gory details. I’m good.”
    “We all respect him, you know. This club, it’s our home, and this place has our loyalty. It wasn’t always like that.”
    “I remember what it was like.” She wrinkled her nose. “As much as it kills me to say this, his dad wasn’t always a bad guy. He was always hard on Saint, knowing that he’d have to take care of the club someday. When Elena and his mom went, his dad changed, snapped. Saint got the brunt of all that change. It sucks that I wasn’t strong enough to stick around to help him. It’s my own fault. I’ve got no one else to blame but myself.”
    “I get the feeling you’re not going anywhere now.”
    “You’ve got that right. I’m staying right here.” She sipped at her beer, enjoying the company.
    “You’re not going to make him choose?”
    “Choose?”
    “Between you and the club?”
    “No, not at all. What? Do the guys think that?”
    “It’s been a concern that has been thrown out there. You thinking the club was ruining Saint. He wasn’t ruined.”
    “I know that. I was wrong.”
    She looked around the room. No one was looking at them, and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to make Saint choose. I’m not that girl anymore. I see this is his life. It has been a long time, and I’ve changed as well.” Saint was a monster when he needed to be. She got the sense that he’d gone through life believing he wasn’t good enough, and it was now her mission to show him he wasn’t that. “And I hope he wants me to be part of it.”
    “I do,” Saint said.
    She spun around and saw him dressed in the sexiest suit she had ever seen on him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
    “I came around the back, and over there leads to the stairs.”
    Natasha bit her lip, staring up and down at his large body. She was starting to sweat a little under the collar. “What’s with the, erm, suit?”
    “You don’t like it?”
    “Actually, I love it.” She got off her chair and ran her hand up his chest, smiling at him. “I think you should wear this more often.”
    Like so many times before, everyone else faded as Saint took her main focus.
    “I had some business to attend to.”
    “Dangerous business?”
    “No, not so much. The way I left, I think we’ve just made a friend for the club.”
    “That’s good to know. Friends always make life helpful.”
    “Nat, do you have a problem if I take you upstairs and fuck your brains out?” he asked.
    “I thought you’d never ask.”
    He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Suddenly he turned to the room, whistled, and gained everyone’s attention.
    “I don’t know if you’re in the loop, but this woman here, she’s mine. My woman, my old lady, and I demand that you treat her with the respect that she deserves.”
    “Saint?”
    “What? You got a problem belonging to me?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Good.” He kissed her temple. “Then shut up and let me finish.”
    She chuckled. “You always did like to get your own way.”
    “Come on, I want to take you to my room. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
    He led her out of the main clubhouse with all the men and women whooping and hooting.
    “Oh, Saint, I can’t believe you did that.” He slapped her ass causing her to yelp, and also to giggle. “What are you doing to me?”
    He kicked open a door, and placed her on her feet. “I’m going to be loving you.” He pressed her up against the now closed door, and tore at her clothes. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. Saint shoved the shirt off her shoulder as buttons sprayed everywhere. He flicked her bra open, pressing her tits together. “Tonight is not going to be sweet.”
    “I don’t always need sweet. I love you, Saint, and I trust you.”
    “Forever.”
    “Forever. I’m not leaving again. Not ever.”
    “Good, because I’m not going to let you leave this time.”
    He slammed his lips down on hers, and she melted against him. Pulling and