Review: Ride or Die #2: A Devil's Highwaymen MC Novel

Ride or Die #2: A Devil's Highwaymen MC Novel by Claire C. Riley
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

No respect for women, not even old ladies. All are treated as trash and bitches.
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Our heroine has no backbone. She is a doormat and accepts abuse from all.
In the end I did not even care about her anymore.
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Dom

Back then, I had gotten on my bike and ridden away from her and forced myself not to think about her ever again. No matter how much I missed her, or needed her.

Months since Butch was killed. Months since I lost my best friend, and the man I was in love with but had been too scared to do anything about.

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Harlow

But I didn’t dream. I didn’t dream anymore. Dreams were for the childish ones that believed in happily ever afters and fairy tales where princes came to save them. Yeah, dreams had no place in my life.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and tried to ignore the dirty feeling I had in the pit of my stomach when I recalled letting some of the Bangers take me into a back room and fuck me one after another.

I had felt unwanted for years— by Dom, by my parents, and by any man that had fucked me. This was no different. Things were no different. The lump in my throat hung so heavily it was almost choking me, and I knew I had to get out of there.

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Casa

Bitch was hot, no doubt, but she was like every other piece of ass out there— easy. Bet she liked freeloading off Dom, too. Got a nice place to live in, brother to fuck, and pieces of action on the side. She clearly knew how to take care of herself. I sucked in my bottom lip and appraised her from head to toe.

She smiled, I smiled— I bet my cock even smiled. Knew this bitch was dirty, wanting to do it outside and shit. Maybe she wasn’t as predictable as I thought.
And then she stepped back inside and slammed the door shut in my face.

His nostrils flared. “And you clubsluts are all the same,” he sneered. “You freeloading off my boy so you can get an easy life? Well, he won’t claim you, girl. Man like him ain’t made to settle down with one woman. So you’re wasting your time.”

“Cocktease,” he sneered, his chest rising and falling.

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Harlow

I was not a clubslut anymore. Or a sweetbutt. Or someone’s bitch. Or old lady… that was just laughable. I was Harlow Bernadette McQueen. I was a strong, independent woman, and I would do something with my life, even if it killed me.

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Casa

I leaned in and placed a hard, rough kiss on her puckered mouth. I didn’t kiss women, ever. It was a rule that I didn’t break for anyone. But this wasn’t a kiss, this was a motherfucking brand upon that sweet and feisty mouth of hers. And there wasn’t anything gentle or romantic about this.

I groaned as my balls drew tight and I blew my load into the back of Apryl’s throat.

Fucking beautiful, all of them. Loved nothing more than pussy. Any pussy at all, I wasn’t a picky man. It was all the same to me.

Pussy was great. If it wasn’t for my club responsibilities, I’d fucking live, eat, and breathe pussy. One pussy was never enough for one man. Ten, even twenty wouldn’t be enough. Pussy was there to be fucked, and men, we were made to spread our seeds into as many of them as possible to procreate the human fucking race. Helped that it felt so fucking good, too.

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Dom

“You can take the sweetbutt from the club, but you can’t take the club out of the sweetbutt. Ain’t that right, Red?” I sneered and pushed past her again. “It wasn’t like that!” she cried after me, and I turned to face her, hating the pain written across her face but wanting more of it all the same.

“I said get the fuck out of here. You’re a dirty slut, Harlow. No man will ever make you his old lady, because no man wants to share your pussy with the rest of his fucking club. Now get your shit and get the fuck out!”

And I’d show this bitch that unless you wore your old man’s patch, you were nothing but a whore for this club. Just like Harlow had been.
“Dom—” “Now, Rose!” I barked out, pulling her as I started to walk away.

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Casa

Jada walked around to the edge of the stage and I held a hand out to help her down the stairs like I was a fucking gentlemen or some shit. Yeah right. She smiled, I smiled, she looked down and saw my raging hard-on for her, I looked down and saw she was dripping for me, and before I knew it I had her bent over the stage while I rolled on a condom on and buried my cock deep inside of her.

Margot, the woman who ran the cleaning company, came in to inspect their work, but before doing so she came over to me. Margot was a tall woman. Like, really fucking tall. Woman was almost seven feet, and built like a shotput thrower, with arms like tree trunks. Fucked like a tree, too; just stood there and let you go to town on her ass, barely making a grunt as you rutted into her. Weirdest fuck I’d ever had, but pussy is pussy and ass is ass, and I lived for both.

This was not how shit with me went down. I didn’t chase bitches. Bitches chased me, hence Margot dancing like a wannabe stripper on the stage right then and my cock still wet from whatever that other girls name was. Harlow needed to be put in her place and shown how shit worked around here.

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Dom

I’d live the lie because it was easier than living the truth. And Harlow would be my unwilling accomplice.

“After all this time, you want to me to stop? Ain’t this the dream for you? Dom and Harlow, together at last. No Butch in the way to fuck it up for you this time, huh? Your parents not around to give me shit about not being good enough for their precious little Harlow. We’re good to go. Even got you a readymade house and everything.”

“He’s dead and you’re still fucking jealous of him? Is that it, Harlow? You worried you can’t compete with his cock?”

“Then tell me what it’s like then. Because all I know is that you’ve been chasing me for fucking years with those big eyes and bouncy tits of yours, and when I finally give it to you on a plate, you fucking turn me down.”

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Casa

She shrugged, sad again. “It’s a real long story.” “Is it really?” I asked. “Because from where I’m standing, it seems like it’s gotta be a quick fall from a princess to whore.”

“Of course I think you’re beautiful. I think anything with a snatch and tits is beautiful.”

I wasn’t selfish when it came to sex— far from it— but my pleasure was always more important than theirs.

Fuck, she was tight. Considering she had been a clubslut for the Bangers, I was surprised. Clubsluts took more dick than they did hot meals, yet if I didn’t know any better I’d think she was a fucking virgin.

She stood up too, reaching for me as I moved out of her reach. “Casa? What’s wrong?”
“I need you to get out,”
“I said get out.” I looked back at her, hating myself even more as realization flashed across her face. “You fucking deaf, H? I said get out,” I barked out with a snarl.

I laughed. “She fucked me and she fucking loved it. Bitch screamed my name till her throat was hoarse.”

Women are good for two things only: sucking cock and fucking cock. Ain’t that right, Casa?” “Fuck yeah,”

Blowing my load now would be just what I wanted. Fucking Devlin till she screamed my name and clawed at my back, yeah, that was exactly what I wanted.

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