Rycks by Marteeka Karland

Rycks by Marteeka Karland

Lyric: I’m in so much trouble. My orders are to find the highest-ranking member of Salvation’s Bane or Black Reign MCs and sleep with him. Worm my way into his bed so I can feed information to Kiss of Death. Little did I know I would find the one man I could never forget — the man who broke my heart six years ago and left me to fend for myself against a ruthless club who will break me the first chance they get.

Rycks: Lyric ran out on me six years ago. Not that I’d given her any reason to stay. The second I see her again I want to punish her. She waltzes back into my life with an agenda I can’t figure out. When I do, the truth is as scary as it is infuriating. Lyric is my torment. She’s sent to me as bait in a bigger plan I can’t fathom. Mainly because I’m too distracted by what she reveals. Now I’m questioning my loyalties to both her and my mentor, El Diablo. She pulls at my need to protect at the same time she might just prove herself to be a traitor.



Black Reign MC 1


Marteeka Karland



Lyric: I’m in so much trouble. My orders are to find the highest-ranking member of Salvation’s Bane or Black Reign MCs and sleep with him. Worm my way into his bed so I can feed information to Kiss of Death. Little did I know I would find the one man I could never forget — the man who broke my heart six years ago and left me to fend for myself against a ruthless club who will break me the first chance they get.

Rycks: Lyric ran out on me six years ago. Not that I’d given her any reason to stay. The second I see her again I want to punish her. She waltzes back into my life with an agenda I can’t figure out. When I do, the truth is as scary as it is infuriating. Lyric is my torment. She’s sent to me as bait in a bigger plan I can’t fathom. Mainly because I’m too distracted by what she reveals. Now I’m questioning my loyalties to both her and my mentor, El Diablo. She pulls at my need to protect at the same time she might just prove herself to be a traitor.

WARNING: Violence, explicit language, and adult situations. Rycks is the first book in the Black Reign series. You can read Rycks as a stand-alone book, but you may better understand the characters and situations if you have read books in the Bones MC and Salvation’s Bane MC series. While aspects of the greater story arc are left to future books, as always, you can expect HEA ending with no cliffhangers for the current characters.

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Chapter One


If there was a benefit of Black Reign joining with Salvation’s Bane, it had to be Topaz. The girl could fucking suck dick like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. I might not indulge often, but at parties, I enjoyed watching all the hedonistic dancing and fucking from a distance. It was even more pleasant while getting sucked off.

Topaz always made herself available to me, though she wasn’t my first choice of girls. I rarely refused her, mostly because of that talented mouth. Even though I thoroughly enjoyed her blow jobs, it was a means to an end. Eventually, I’d let her take me over the edge. Sometimes, she pulled out, letting me come on her face. Other times, her tits. Recently, she’d started swallowing me down, and I knew it was time to move on. I was many things, few of them good, but I’d never led a woman on. Good as she was, I didn’t want Topaz. Not like that.

“See you’re makin’ yourself at home.” Thorn, the president of Salvation’s Bane, chuckled at me. “Enjoying the party?”

“Bane always throws a bitchin’ party,” I acknowledged. I sat with Topaz kneeling before me. My arms were thrown over the back of the loveseat, resting as I watched her. Sometimes I watched her swallowing me — which was erotic as hell. Other times I

watched the people in the room. Rarely was there a woman who wasn’t topless or walking around naked. Some of them were in various stages of sex with one or more men. As parties went, this was decent.

      “Any word on our rat problem?”

“Making progress. I gave Ripper the latest when I got here. He’s going through it now.” Topaz looked up at me, all wide-eyed as she sucked my cock. It would be easy to just lean my head back and let her take over, but I had shit to tell Thorn. “Got some really good tips. Someone unwilling to risk coming to us directly, so he says, but so far the information has panned out. I think this lead is legit.”

      “Any idea who your informant is?”

“No, but he says he’s close to finding the mole. I believe he’s working both sides, or at least has an in to Kiss of Death. He knows too many details.”

“Good. We’ve got more than one being watched already. One I’m pretty sure is working for drugs. The other is still up in the air with means and motive.”

      “I take it the opportunity’s there?”

      “Many times over.”

 I glanced down at Topaz. “Fuck, that feels good,” I muttered. She grinned around my cock and worked all the harder on me. Her fingers dug into my thighs as she took as much of me down her throat as she could. I felt her muscles working around my member, trying to milk me of my cum.

“We’ll meet later in the night, Rycks. Let Ripper work over the information you have, and he can give us a full report.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I bit out. I was seriously close to the edge and wanted to hold off. Felt too fucking good to stop now. “Give Lucy my best. I know the pregnancy has been hard on her. If she needs anything I can help with, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Thorn grunted at me. The offer was genuine, but Thorn would never take me up on it unless it was life or death and no one else could help him. He wouldn’t pass it on to Lucy either. At least, not the offer. I didn’t take it personally. We might be loose allies currently, but we were still an outside club, and alliances could change.

When Thorn moved on, I let my gaze quarter the room. Sex everywhere I looked. Even one BDSM scene was happening. The crack of a whip on skin followed by a decidedly feminine cry was sexy as fuck. I thought about asking Topaz if she’d let me scene with her, but it would only have been a halfhearted attempt. She just wasn’t the girl for me.

So why wasn’t I out there looking for my own woman? Or at least a woman I could spend some quality time with? One I could safely fuck every night and not worry about her getting emotionally attached?

That put a damper on my erection. I didn’t go soft, but it took the edge off. I wasn’t out there looking for a woman because women never stayed in my life. They found someone else. Or they died. While I couldn’t lay blame on the former, the latter was my own damned fault. If I couldn’t protect my own woman, I didn’t deserve one.

Unexpectedly, Topaz let go my member with a loud, wet pop. She slid up my body and crawled on top of me. Already naked, she offered me a tit, which I gladly took into my mouth. My arms stayed on the back of the couch while I pulled strongly. Topaz gasped out, letting her head fall back. I could feel her pussy weeping where it rested over my cock. I nestled between her lips and she rode me, likely putting friction on her clit.

“I could fuck you, you know, Rycks,” she purred, leaning down to kiss me. Her tongue found mine and swept into my mouth. She tasted like bourbon and spearmint. Not an unpleasant combination. “Just put that big, thick dick inside my little pussy and ride you all night. Would you like that?”

Would I? Honestly? No. “I’m sure you could.” I settled on the noncommittal answer, not wanting to fuck her but not wanting to hurt her feelings.

“You could fuck me ‘til I screamed.” She rode me faster, rubbing her tits over my face until I caught one, biting the tip none too gently. Topaz cried out, her pussy quivering on top of my dick.

“Oh, that I could.” If I could get her to come like this, I could send her on her way without having to actually have sex with her. “Bend you over the pool table and slam into you. Ain’t no gentle lover, Topaz. I’d fuckin’ take you hard.”

     “Fuck me raw? Make me come so fucking hard?”

“Oh, yeah. I’d fuck you ‘til you came.” I grinned at her. “Or not. I use women for my pleasure. Not theirs.” Yeah. I knew the words to say. Topaz got off on being used. I knew that. Every woman there had a kink. Many of them were the same as Topaz. Why, I didn’t know, but this was what I did. I gave people what they wanted. Secretly or otherwise. “Fuckin’ use your little pussy to make myself come.”

“Would you come in that little pussy?” Her voice was husky now. Rough in her passion. “Would you fill me with your spunk? Make me take every single drop?”

      “Only if I wanted to. If I did, you’d have to lick up every drop you spilled out.”

“Oh, fuck!” She yelled and rode me faster, obviously close. She danced over me wickedly enough I found himself getting back into it. Not enough to come, but enough to keep me hard.

      “Are you a dirty little club whore, Topaz?”

“No, Rycks,” she gasped. “I’m a fuckin’ filthy club whore.” She gave me a wicked grin and continued to rub over me with her wet pussy. Yeah. It would be so easy to just slip inside her. She’d be fine with it, but I just couldn’t make myself reach between us and do it. I didn’t want to come inside this woman. And definitely not bareback.

I took my gaze from Topaz’s face for a split second and something caught my eye. There was a woman. No. It couldn’t be. She watched us with wide, dark eyes. Like she’d never seen people fucking before. Being at a party like this, she had to be part of one club or the other, or a close friend of a member. I knew she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed, because I’d had her already. Six years ago. The sex had been the most explosive of my life. She’d only been eighteen at the time, but I hadn’t scared her with my appetites. I’d been with her two days before she disappeared. Those two days had changed my fucking life.

I shook my head and centered my concentration back on Topaz. Lyric had been the one to leave me. Not the other way around. At least, I hadn’t left her yet. Sure, I’d planned on it and she knew it, but I hadn’t gotten the chance. I tried to hold on to that, but I knew the fuck better.

As my partner’s eyes slid shut, mine strayed back to the dark-eyed girl. My Lyric. She was slight of build — even slimmer than I remembered — wearing short cutoffs and a tight tank. Long, pale limbs were finely muscled and lean. Her stomach rippled with each ragged breath she took, her nipples standing out behind her tank. Was she even wearing a fucking bra? I didn’t think so. Long curly hair spilled down her back and over her shoulders. I could easily imagine those large eyes looking up at me, much like Topaz had, all that dark hair caressing my dick as she stroked me with it. Because she’d done it more than once over our two days together.

Instantly, I was hard as steel, in danger of coming. Thank God, Topaz cried out and her pussy shuddered over my cock as she came. Had she not, she’d have just gone without, because I’d reached the point of no return.

I shoved her off me and to the floor between my knees, gripping her hair in my fist. “Fuckin’ suck me,” I growled.

Topaz’s eyes got wide, but she grinned and did as I commanded. “I love it when you go all Alpha on me.”

“You ain’t seen Alpha and you never will,” I said, my voice hard. “Suck me off. Don’t swallow.” She must have taken the whole thing as a challenge, because Topaz got a determined look in her eyes. She was definitely going to swallow unless I forced the issue. She was fucking with the wrong guy if she didn’t think I’d make her do as I wanted, no matter what it took.

Lyric’s ruby-red lips parted on a gasp, her breathing ragged as she watched me force Topaz’s head up and down by her hair. I wasn’t gentle. Topaz dug her fingers into my thighs again but didn’t resist. I gritted my teeth, continuing to hold Lyric’s gaze. In my mind, it was her I was forcing to swallow my dick. All that untamed hair spilling around me instead of the straight, blonde hair I currently held in my fist. Lyric had so much it wouldn’t all fit in my hand and would caress my legs as she sucked me. As I studied her closer, I could see arousal, but also a healthy dose of hurt. Not that I cared. She’d left me, dammit!

I glanced down at Topaz to find her watching me. I bared my teeth at her, and she lowered her eyes. When I looked back up, Lyric was hurrying away.

“Fuck,” I was so fucking close! I’d gone from a cool-down to a near meltdown in the space of a minute. No way I could let Lyric get away without knowing why she was here. And who the fuck she was with. “Off,” I barked to Topaz, pulling her up by her hair. I tucked my dick back in my pants and stood. I should have said thanks or acknowledged her in some way, but my focus was on the retreating form of my little brown-haired minx. It looked like she was following Thorn, and that just wouldn’t fucking do.

Vaguely, I knew Topaz stomped her foot at me, furious that I’d kept her from her prize, but, honestly. She got to come. That was enough of a reward for a club girl. She knew the score. She was there to fuck the men who wanted her. If she wanted it different, she needed to set boundaries. Topaz had been with Salvation’s Bane a long while. In the short time I’d been here, I’d personally seen her with just about every single man there was in the club who hadn’t claimed an ol’ lady. Hell, she’d sucked off half the guys from Black Reign who’d come to party at Bane. I respected women. But I also respected the choices these women made. If she wanted out, I’d help her. I wouldn’t fuck her.

I stalked after Lyric, my gaze focused on the tight little ass encased in the short denim. What was she doing here? If she was after Thorn, she knew nothing about the club or its members. Which meant she shouldn’t be here. That was a huge red flag for me. Didn’t diminish my attraction to her, or my need to punish her for leaving me.

When I caught up to her, I grabbed her upper arm gently. She sucked in a breath as she turned around, stepping back, trying to get away from me.

      “Easy, there. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Rycks.” Her voice was like a breath of fresh air. A gentle caress. I loved the way she said my name. It was one of the many things about her I’d never been able to forget.

Just like I’d never forgotten how I’d fucking failed her six years ago.

     “What are you doing here? Who you with?”

“I’m not with anyone.” She looked confused as she met my gaze. She had to crane her neck. Her answer was enough to keep me focused. Her getting in here alone was a huge problem given the security issues Bane had right now.

      “If you’re not with anyone, how’d you get in?”

“Oh. That.” She shrugged one pale, delicate shoulder. “I know Wrangler.” The man she named was a trusted prospect. For some reason, she twisted her hands together, but stopped the second she realized I’d noticed. “But I’m actually here to see Thorn and the highest patched member of Black Reign.”

OK, now I was on full alert. Beguiling as she was, Lyric was getting nowhere near the president of Salvation’s Bane. “Then you’ve found the right person. I’m the ranking member of Black Reign here. State your business,” I said crisply.

She winced, glancing around nervously. “Not here. This is private, and I need to tell Thorn as well. I only want to do this once so I can get out of here.”

“Honey, cute as you are, you’re not getting near the president. I don’t know why you’re here.” I grinned at her to take the sting out of my words, but I’m sure it wasn’t a pleasant smile. “But I will.”

      She shivered, rubbing her arms. “It’s important.”

“I’m sure it is. You can tell me, and I’ll pass it on.” I held out my hand, intending to lead her to the room I occupied while at Bane, but, if I were honest, just wanting to feel her silky-smooth skin again. She took it.

    “Will he listen to you? You’re not the same club.”

“Keeping tabs on us?” Lyric knew me and that I was with a club, but I didn’t wear colors. No one in Black Reign’s hierarchy did. It was just something El Diablo decided for us when we took over the club. So how did she know which club I was with? A guess? Or did someone tell her?

“I didn’t realize it was a secret. Everyone here is talking about how only you represent the head of Black Reign. They figure that either means the others are using you to take all the risk and keep themselves safe, or…”

      I narrowed my eyes at her, not liking how she or the others saw El Diablo, El

Segador, or myself. “Or what?”

      She gave me a sheepish grin. “Or maybe you’re just that good.”

I grinned, tightening my grip on her hand. “Let’s go talk.”

I took her to my room. It wasn’t as nice as my home at Black Reign, but it had room enough for everything I needed and a little extra to spare. It also had its own bathroom. Most of the rooms on the first floor didn’t. They were mainly used for prospects and patched members, including Beast, the club’s enforcer, and any he’d tasked with security. Offices were on the second floor along with the club girls who stayed at the clubhouse full time. The club officers took the top floor. The place was a converted firehouse, and the big, open bays were perfect for the main room. There was another huge building where fire trucks had been housed, and they’d made it their garage. All the bikes were parked there. All it all, it wasn’t as nice a place as Reign had, but it wasn’t a shit compound either.

I took her inside my room and shut the door before she could change her mind. I had nothing in mind other than finding out what she had to say but seeing her look around the place and eyeing the bed, her breathing speeding up, made me decide to keep my options open.

“Uh, this really wasn’t what I had in mind,” she said, looking everywhere but at me.

     “What’s that?”

“This,” she said, finally daring to take a peek at me. The grin on my face must have flustered her because her face turned red and she dropped her gaze. She took a breath, then, surprisingly, met my gaze full on. “Though, now that I think about it, it might be fun.” She said the words softly, almost as if to herself. I had to wonder if she was remembering those blistering two days we shared.

“Tell me what you came here for and we can get to the fun stuff.” I gestured to the table, deliberately not taking her to the small couch. Or the bed. I didn’t mix business with pleasure. Shouldn’t even fuck her after the business was done, but she intrigued me on a whole new level. I wanted to see what she had.

She sat, rubbing her hands over the wood of the tabletop as if to smooth the nonexistent tablecloth. “There’s someone inside Salvation’s Bane feeding information to Kiss of Death.”

That brought me up short. Any arousal I had vanished in the time it took her to utter that one sentence. We knew there was a rat inside Bane. It was why I was still here.

But, as far as we knew, no one else knew. So how did she?





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Wrath: When El Diablo sends me to infiltrate the DA’s office and find out who’s involved in the corruption there, I’m all over it. Being a lawyer, I’m singularly suited to El Diablo’s purpose, and I know the system inside and out. I am also adept at blending in, even with my muscles and tatts. We’ve known since Justice from Salvation’s Bane took a prison sentence he didn’t deserve that someone from the DA’s office was in the back pocket of the wrong people. Those wrong people are in the form of a rival MC who rule their territory with an iron fist and are trying to encroach on Salvation’s Bane as well as Black Reign.

Then I meet a sexy little platinum-haired escort and all bets are off. I’m attracted to her like I’ve never been to another woman, and it’s messing with the Zen-like calm I’m famous for. If I can’t pull myself together enough to complete this job, I’ll fail my club and, more importantly, my mentor, the club president, El Diablo. That’s something even this unholy attraction can’t cause. But what’s a man to do when all that stands in the way of the happiness of a sexy single mom and her feisty but vulnerable daughter is club business, and a few Saint Bernard puppies?

Celeste: I’m in a financial jam of the worst kind. I need to make enough money to pay for my daughter Holly’s medical bills. The sheer volume of money I need is overwhelming. Working doesn’t touch it, and no one wants to hire me full-time because of the cost of insurance. The only way to finish Holly’s leukemia treatments is for me to keep up the payments to the hospital and clinic. If I can’t, then Holly’s chances of remission may only be a lost dream. Out of options, I accept an offer to be an escort. Not only that, but I soon find myself working for a motorcycle club as a “cam girl,” doing live sex shows. Glamorous? Not at all. But it’s more money than I can make working three jobs. Imagine my surprise when the man who paid for my services as an escort turns up in the control room of my first cam show. He’s sexy as sin, and much more than he appears to be. He’s also got me completely under his spell. Which sucks because he’s quite possibly the rudest jackass I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.



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Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.

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One Response to Rycks by Marteeka Karland

  1. Marteeka Karland

    thank you!!

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