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  A Dangerous Game

  Masters of Chaos MC

  Eden Rose

  Dear Reader:

  I’m thrilled to introduce you to this sexy couple. After being shunned from the only family she has ever known, Sinclair does the only thing she knows how. She becomes a porn star. Now that Hulk needs a place to stay, he’s back in the same house as the one that got away.

  What could possibly go wrong in the dangerous games we play?

  XOXO, Eden

  Copyright © 2018 by Eden Rose

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  This is a work of fiction. Any similarities are completely coincidental.

  A Dangerous Game

  Prologue

  “So tell me how you got into porn?” The video producer asks me as I sit in a bathrobe with nothing under it.

  Well, I could do the normal bull shit answer where I mention my daddy didn’t pay enough attention to me or some shit. Truth is, he did. We just wanted different things for me. He wanted me to be a biker’s ol’ lady, I wanted a degree and ended up becoming a porn star. “Huh, I guess I never really thought about it. I just kinda fell into it.”

  Cara Hawke looks at her notes and then smiles at me with her fake white teeth. Great. That’s the smile of “things are about to get more personal.” She’s a fake blonde lady with some dark eyebrows. Most people hate her because she has the ability to get into your history and exploit it. She once made my friend, Candace, cry because she mentioned her past drug addiction.

  “Well, according to my records, you became the guardian to your two nieces after the death of your older brother. Do you think that has something to do with it?”

  I look at her and throw my naturally brown but blonde hair over my shoulder. I hate when people bring up Gabe. What happened to him is a travesty and many people are still affected about it. Including my two nieces. “It’s a possibility,” I say laced with hostility. “However, I was filming before I took over custody.”

  “Well,” she draws it out and then looks at me, “how do you feel now that you are a single guardian and doing porn? Do you think you will retire?”

  I look up at the ceiling and ask Gabe for strength. This is why I hate these meetings or interviews. Personally, I call them a grilling but White Hot Productions say they are beneficial. “Only time will tell, Cara. If you excuse me, I need to go pick up my nieces.” I slide down the director-like chair and walk off the stage.

  “Wait! Sinclair, we still have twenty more minutes!” She hollers after me but I keep walking.

  As I walk out of the area, I kick my shoes off and run to my dressing room.

  On the outside, I’m Sinclair Price, Queen of Porn, but really, I’m Sinclair Mendoza, trying to find my way like the rest of you.

  SINCLAIR

  “Now, young lady, you know cheating in class is wrong, right?” Tommy Too Good asks me with a smirk on his face letting me know he’s loving this scene.

  I nod my head demurely. “Yes, sir. I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell my parents!” I beg shamelessly and twirl my finger in my right pigtail. My blonde hair is divided straight down the middle into slutty pigtails and hitting just above my tits.

  His dark brown eyes glimmer in the lights of the production hall but its his smile that warms his face. Its that smile that turns all the ladies into mush. “I don’t know. Cheating is a pretty serious crime and I don’t think I can let you get off with just a warning…”

  “Please!” I beg and pout. “My parents will ground me! I can’t be grounded this close to prom.”

  Tommy’s smile curves down but he’s still hot. His chest is straining the buttons on his shirt along with the sleeves too. His honey brown eyes gleam in the lights against his dark skin. “I don’t know… I can’t let others think I have a thing for you. It wouldn’t be fair, would it?”

  “If you won’t let me get off, let me do something for you!” I blurt out convincingly.

  “And what’s that, Sinclair?”

  Smirking at him, I slide out of my seat and land on my knees in front of him. He’s standing in front of the teacher’s desk with a stack of papers right behind him.

  I place my hands on his belt to start loosening it but he stops me right away.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” He barks at me with fake disdain.

  “Since you won’t let me get off, let me get you off,” I answer him matter-of-factly.

  Tommy’s eyes dilate as he stares down at me. “You better make it good. You know? You’re a bad fuckin’ girl for cheating in my class!”

  “I know, sir. I’m so sorry!”

  My fingers undo his belt quickly and get rid of the barriers between my mouth and his dick. It’s only a matter of seconds before his dick is throbbing and aiming right for my mouth. He’s got one of the biggest dicks around and I love how its pierced right up the middle.

  The cocky bastard knows he’s got a beautiful dick too.

  “Are you going to finger your naughty little pussy, too?”

  “Yes, sir!”

  I wink up at him just as my mouth descends on the mushroom head of his dick. I lick around the head and make loud slurping noises as I do.

  “Yes, Sinclair! Suck my dick like the naughty whore you are!”

  Taking the praise, I place my left hand around his shaft and begin to pump my mouth up and down in tandem with my fist. It’s not long before he’s moaning loudly and then humping my face.

  “That’s my naughty whore!” He chants.

  “Cut!” Director Jim shouts from his director’s chair.

  Taking my mouth off his dick, I wipe around my mouth and let the guys help me off my knees. “How’d it look?” I ask with pure curiosity. I like to make sure that my scenes look real and honest.

  I hate fake ass porn shoots that look faker than shit.

  Director Jim nods over to the camera crew with hard ons in their pants. “Does that answer your question?”

  I giggle and then walk over to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

  This is one of my favorite production halls that White House Productions bought. It’s got a full servicing kitchen and twenty different rooms with different themes in them as well.

  It’s one of the bigger production halls they bought and created recently.

  Hence, this beautiful kitchen.

  “Sinclair!”

  I turn my head to see Holly prancing over to me with a smile on her face. “You’re so good at that Naughty School Girl act!”

  “Thanks, sweetie! When’s your next shoot?” I ask her and chug my water bottle. Once it’s empty, I throw it in the recycling bin before grabbing another one out of the fridge.

  “In an hour so I thought I would watch you perform. Tommy is so hot!” Holly gushes.

  Holly Harder is one of the newest talent that White Hot Productions signed and she’s got stars in her eyes. Granted, we have several amazingly talented stars, she can’t be mooning over them like this. It’s going to give them a bigger complex than before. Plus, it alienates her from the rest of us.

  Taking a deep swig off the fresh water bottle, Director Jim strolls over with his pervy smile on his face. “Look at my two blonde beauties.”

  “Thanks, Jim,” I murmur with zero gratitude.

  He’s got a balding head, a handle bar mustache and a beer g
ut that hangs over his pants. The man is the least bit attractive but he’s a major porn director.

  “We’re about to start again. Oh, Sin,” he adds.

  “Yeah?”

  He hands me over my phone. “You’ve got a phone call from someone named Thorn.”

  My back straightens and my blood runs cold.

  Pushing my hair back, I look at the phone that’s in his hand as if it’s going to bite me. The phone could possibly do that because the last time I spoke to Thorn was when he told me he hated me.

  “Did you speak to him?” I question while still staring at the phone.

  Jim pushes the phone in his hand and then lets out his signature groan of annoyance. It’s his tell when he gets pissed off about being asked dumb questions. “I answered the mother fuckin’ phone and some asshole named Thorn told me to tell you to call him. Who names their kid Thorn anyways?”

  Only the sick bastards who nicknamed everyone attached to that fucking club.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I murmur letting my phone drop to the ground. It bounces with a thud.

  The clearing of a throat catches my attention making me forget about my phone and Thorn. “Time to get the talent into makeup and let’s finish the scene!” Jim shouts out with confidence.

  Walking back into the production room with my freshly reapplied makeup on, I take a look at Tommy who’s chugging his water. He’s got one of his hands stroking his dick trying to get himself hard again.

  “Need some help with that, old man?” I cat-call out to him with a smirk.

  He chuckles. “Nah, get over here and get ready to suck my dick before Jim has a fuckin’ freak out again like he did two weeks ago!”

  Two weeks ago, Jim had a major meltdown in front of all of us when he told us how his wife left him for one of the other male actors. Jim used to be a famous porn actor but as he got older, his roles got slimmer and slimmer. Imagine our surprise when he got married to someone twenty years his junior who wanted to become the next Jenna Jameson. Quickly after her roles started drying up, she left him for Micky Long.

  Micky Long is another actor who’s got an incredible fan base but he’s an asshole. Everyone thinks so.

  *

  “Yes! Yes!” Chanting, I throw my head back and let my blonde hair fall like a waterfall down my back. I use my hands for leverage as I hump Tommy Too Good’s muscular body.

  “Sin! You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs and grabs my nipples in between his fingers. He begins to pluck them, making them very sensitive.

  He knows how sensitive my nipples are and how it makes me tighten up around him instantly. He must be about to come!

  “Yes! Fuck me so hard,” I cry out loud enough for the camera to hear me.

  Tommy’s grip on my nipples tightens and he rolls them in his fingers. “Your pussy is on fire, Sinclair! Such a naughty little school girl!”

  I do my best to act demurely and smile shyly at him. “I’m so sorry for getting caught cheating!”

  Tommy meets each of my swivels of my hips by plowing into me harder and faster.

  “Yes!” Director Jim shouts out.

  “Open it up so we can see your ass, Sin!”

  “Tommy, put your finger in her asshole,” one of the producers exclaims.

  Now I know these bastards know that I get double for anything relating to my ass. It’s part of my contract.

  “Since you’re a bad girl, Sin, I’m gonna shove my finger in your ass!” Tommy mutters with grit and spreads my ass cheeks apart to show the director what he wanted.

  Squealing as he slips a finger into the ring of my ass, I wiggle around a little more to show that I might not be into it.

  “What the fuck is this shit?”

  HULK

  Sweat beads off my forehead as I dodge the next punch aiming at my jaw. I hold up my fists to block my face. I have taken a few fuckin’ hits to the face and my jaw is on fire. Plus, I’m pretty sure I have fractured a rib.

  I have no one else to blame but myself. I signed up for this fight and I’m going to fuckin’ win.

  Looking over at the side of the ring to the three club bunnies waiting for me with my name across their tits, I find the stamina to finish off this joker.

  “Hulk! Hulk! Hulk!” The crowd chants my name and I push another punch into the guy’s stomach.

  He grunts and waivers before falling to the mat floor. Landing on my knees, I fall right in front of him, climbing over his waist to deliver the remaining punches it’s going to take to win this.

  “Fuck!” He slurs with blood gurgling out of his mouth.

  I smile to myself but don’t allow him to take another hit out on me. He’s going to tap out soon or the match will be called. Or at least that’s how it should be but this is underground.

  This is where the real shit happens.

  “Hulk! Hulk!” The crowd roars.

  That’s when I see Adam wince and cry out. “Tap!”

  “That’s the match!” Elvis yells out with bravado.

  That sick mother fucker loves this type of shit. He’s loving we elected him to be the announcer and he’s loving that the ring hunnies like him too. Elvis looks like a beer gutted real Elvis. He’s got thick side burns but a smile that makes the girls go crazy over him. I personally don’t see it. I think he’s a sick bastard.

  Pulling my limp arm up, Elvis yanks me to my wobbly feet. I wobble just a second but I’m ready for my win. I’m ready for the crowd to scream even louder than before when I win my new belt. This is a championship fight, after all.

  “Your winner, ladies and gentlemen, or should I say bitches and bastards!”

  The crowd screams.

  I feel proud as they all scream my name. This isn’t my first win and it won’t be my last. I’m anxiously awaiting getting the new title so I can pick any one of these whores in here to fuck. Or even two.

  “Hulk!” The announcer yells out through the make-shift stadium. Once my fist is in the air, I let out an excited yell.

  “Fuck yeah!” I yell.

  “The winner of tonight’s match is Hulk! Someone buy this guy a beer!”

  A series of pats and half hugs are surrounding me but I’ve got my eye on this blonde outside of the ring. She’s wearing these teeny shorts that show me all her legs and those glorious fucking thighs. On her feet are these heels which make her legs look even longer than they would have without them.

  “Excuse me,” I murmur to the guys. I’m still dripping with sweat but my adrenaline coursing through my body allows me to not give a fuck about it. I’m interested in sinking into this woman.

  She sees me coming and tugs her top down to show me the mounds of her pert tits. Yeah, the woman is begging me to fuck her. Maybe I should play a little with her first.

  Nah. It’s been a while since I’ve had fresh pussy.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” I husk out to her with my signature grin that melts panties.

  “Hey, yourself.”

  Her voice has a little bit of honey dripping from it. Yeah, she’ll do. “What’s your name?”

  She smiles at me. “Does it really matter what my name is?”

  Smirking and raising my eyebrow, I shrug. “Guess it doesn’t. I can just call you gorgeous.”

  “Want to get out of here?” She asks me.

  My dick thickens in my fighting shorts and I couldn’t imagine what I look like right now still dripping with sweat. “Yeah, sure.”

  I grab her hand, leading her out of the stadium, past all the people still cheering. I don’t really give a fuck what they are cheering about. I’m interested in fucking this girl until she forgets her name.

  Not that I know it.

  “In here,” I inform her. Once we’re in my room, I lock the door and grin at her. “Let’s take a shower.”

  She smiles at me. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. You’re pretty good.”

  I start the water, waving my fingers in the spray to make sure it's heating up. I already know my muscles
are going to be sore once I come off the high and I’m hoping the hot shower will help soothe them. “Is that right?”

  She’s quiet for a minute to the point where I look back to make sure she’s still in the room. The woman turns her head sideways and that’s when I see who she reminds me of. The woman looks like Sinclair.

  Fuck!

  I’m about to fuck another blonde that looks like Sinclair.