Devil's Brotherhood: A MC Romance (Devil's Riders Book 1) by Alexandra Stone

The Wolf
    All my life I had been under my father’s control. I grew up in Connecticut on my family’s large estate. We came from money, lots of it. I was never allowed to do anything that I wanted. My life had been preplanned from me. I took French lessons, piano lessons, tennis lessons, and on and on. These were things that were expected of me. I hung out at the country club and nowhere else and I went to private school. It was hinted that I would only be allowed to marry a man of my father’s choosing. Now, I was off to Harvard and I finally had a sense of freedom. I was now able to control what I did instead of someone else. I wanted to be wild and free. I wanted to experience life and all its pleasures. I didn’t know how I would do this, but when Kit showed up I knew I would do it through him. He was the bad boy type. The type that lived with out rules and had a sense of danger to him that only made him more attractive. His name was Kit, and he was everything I dreamed of. I wanted him to show me things, but if I got caught it would be the end. My father would disown me, and I would be a shame on our family.
     
    “Mary Elizabeth, you will marry Tom Ford when you are done with school. That’s the end of it,” he would say to me over and over.
     
    Tom Ford was from another rich family that had more money than our family did. My father was traditional and expected me to be a dutiful daughter and marry for money and power. I despised him for it. I could never be that kind of woman. He never stopped pushing it on me. Tom Ford was boring and there was something about him that I did not trust. He would obviously cheat on his wife like all the men of his caliber in our social circle. I would do everything in my power to never marry him or any one my father chose. For now though, I would enjoy Harvard and the freedom it gave me.
     
    When I met Kit, he was more than just the bad boy I always wanted, he was an escape. Then he became more of an addiction that I could not stop.
     
    I was a month into my first semester at Harvard. I was settled in and lived with my friend Lillian. I had known her all my life. She was a tall and elegant blonde. She was almost the spitting image of her mother complete with pearls and a martini in her hand. She too came from a family just like mine, and we often spent summers together in Martha’s Vineyard. However we were very different in spirit. She loved this Ivy League lifestyle and all that came with it. She was ready to marry for money and be that rich drunk wife that did nothing. I never understood it, but it made sense in our world. In fact I was the odd one out for wanting adventure and to seek out a life of my own instead of carry on the traditions of our family. I wanted to love deeply, passionately, and madly. I wanted to have experiences outside of my comfort zone.
     
    Now I would have my chance to get a small taste of that life that I longed for. It all started when I was driving near campus. I was in my nice black Audi car that my father gave me for my sixteenth birthday. It was too much of a car for a teenager, but it was not out of place here.
     
    I was driving back to my apartment when I pulled in for gas at the station. I was pumping gas when I heard a very loud noise. It was a low grumbling. I turned to see a black motorcycle and a rider that made my mouth drop open.
     
    He was wearing tight black jeans that hugged his body and left nothing to the imagination. He wore a tight black t-shirt that stretched tightly across the broad expanse of his muscular chest. There was bandana tied around his long dark curly shoulder length hair and his beard was dark stubble. He pulled up to the pump next to me. He dismounted his bike and I watched his every move that he made. He pumped gas into his tank and then caught me looking at him. I flushed and felt embarrassed. He made direct eye contact at me and winked. I felt instantly aroused by him. He was gorgeous, dark, and mysterious.