Seduced by Sin: Sean (Rugged Riders #3) Read online

  Seduced by Sin

  Sean

  Ambrielle Kirk

  Contents

  Seduced by Sin Story Summary

  Limited Time Bonus Book Included

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  EPILOGUE - TWO MONTHS LATER

  Bonus Book: Driven by Desire ~ Marcus

  Driven by Desire Story Summary

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Next Book: Taken By Temptation ~ Trent

  Taken By Temptation Chapter One

  Message from Ambrielle Kirk

  Also By Ambrielle Kirk

  About the Author

  Copyright

  Seduced by Sin Story Summary

  (Rugged Book Three)

  A bad boy with a commitment phobia living on the edge…

  Sean Brooks doesn’t play by the rules. The notorious bad boy retired from his career as a NASCAR driver to pursue his most rebellious endeavor—street racing. By day he’s a savvy, real estate investor, but at night he takes on a different persona as a risk-taking daredevil. He keeps a low-profile and vows to never become blindsided again by women looking for one thing—money. He’ll date them, but he has a hard time trusting them. Yet, he will f**k them.

  A pastor’s daughter struggling to find her own way…

  Karlina Nguyen is sick of false promises. Ever since she moved to a new city to start what would’ve been the best job for her, the company closes its doors before she could earn her first paycheck. The part-time office job she found at the last minute barely covers her rent and student loan bills. Now she’s down on her luck, living in a condo she can’t afford and her bank balance is running low. She needs money…fast. To avoid moving back to the small town that she dreads so much, Karlina takes drastic measures. She agrees to become an escort in exchange for cash. All she has to do is be a pretend girlfriend for one night.

  Sometimes it takes sacrifice to mend a broken heart…

  When Karlina meets Sean, he has sex and sin written all over him. One night isn’t enough for her, and she agrees to see him again. Their relationship blossoms beyond their escort agreement, sparking an emotional attachment. They’ll have to work through the issues standing in their way, but do they have a chance with each other once the heart is shattered? Sean won’t give up easily. Just this once, Karlina will bend her rules to play the game of seduction.

  For a limited time Driven by Desire is included as a FREE BONUS at the end of this book. Each Rugged story can be read as a stand alone. It doesn’t matter which order you read them in, but Marcus and Tanya’s story was written before Seduced by Sin, so I hope that you’ll enjoy both in this edition.

  RUGGED SERIES BOOKS:

  DRIVEN BY DESIRE

  TAKEN BY TEMPTATION

  SEDUCED BY SIN

  1

  The rumble of a motorcycle engine drowned out the commentary of the radio talk show host. I reached for the dial to turn the volume up, but it was too late. The show ended and went into commercial break.

  I grumbled in frustration, thrust my keys into my handbag, and exited my car. It was Monday morning, and once again, I had woken up feeling groggy with a bad headache and absolutely no solution to a personal situation that seemed to be getting worse. My coffee maker had croaked this morning, and I was running on four hours of sleep. Being unproductive at the office today wasn’t an option, so I had stopped to get a latte on my way in.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the biker who’d made all the noise and nearly halted in the middle of the parking lot as I crossed it to get to the building.

  The fine chocolate specimen had just tugged off his helmet, showing off a handsome face and his perfectly trimmed hair. His muscular arms were wrapped in dark, intricate tattoos that seemed to cover his whole body. I couldn’t tell because the rest of him was hidden under his clothes. His black T-shirt was pulled tautly over his chest, and I noticed that his jeans fit snuggly over a spectacular ass when he rose from the seat, still straddling the bike. On the back of the shirt, along with an intricate symbol were the initials: R.R.

  I half stumbled, half galloped out of the way, just in time as another car came swerving around the corner. Once I made it to the sidewalk near the coffee shop, I bowed my head and pretended to dig in my bag for something, but I kept an eye on the gorgeous biker just yards in front of me.

  This time, his attention was on the smartphone in his hand. His head was down as he punched some keys.

  Jesus Christ, even the girth and tilt of his neck was sexy.

  I had only been living in this city for two months, but in that time, no man had ever caught my attention for this long.

  Did I know him from somewhere?

  I couldn’t stop looking.

  Suddenly, he unfolded himself from the motorcycle and his gaze swung across the street in my direction.

  “Shit,” I exclaimed under my breath and walked fast toward the coffee shop. Once inside, I took a deep breath and attempted to collect myself.

  My cell phone rang, startling me. The caller ID told me it was Tasha.

  I answered right away as I’d been trying to reach her since yesterday.

  “Hey, Tasha,” I said, stepping out of the line to take the call.

  “Hey, girl, what’s up? I got your message.”

  “Yeah.” I frowned. “I’m really not doing so well. You told me to hang in there, but I don’t know how long I can make it on this part-time income.”

  “I’ve been through this,” Tasha said. “Trust me. You’ll get more interviews. The job market is tough right now.”

  “But it’s better back in Chicago,” I countered. “And I know I can get a job quickly back home.”

  “But do you really want to go back home?” she asked. “We came here together, remember? We said we’d do whatever we had to to survive. You can cancel your lease and come stay with me. Save some money.”

  “No, I won’t do that. Besides, I’m paid up for another month and a half. I’m just worried about what will happen if I tap into all my savings and have nothing.”

  “Well, I’m pulling into work now,” Tasha said. “I can’t be late today. I already got the talk from the boss last week about it. I talked to the woman in human resources, and they said they may have some full-time work coming open within a week or so. I put in a good word for you, so she might give you a ring.”

  “I appreciate that. I don’t want you to lose your job over me. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Wait, Karlina. Are you sure you don’t want to get in at the agency?” Tasha sighed into the phone. “The extra money is the only reason I’m able to live like I do.”

  “I thought about it this weekend. I don’t think I can sel
l myself and my body like that.”

  “You won’t be selling your body, hun. It’s not a whorehouse or prostitution ring. This is a legit business. The customers are mostly men—rich, high-profile individuals. All you do is go out with them, talk with them, and boost their ego a bit. Most of them just want a female companion once in a while without the long-term commitment. There’s no sex involved, unless that’s what you sign up for. But that’s a separate division.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “It’s easy money, hun. I promise. We went out on dates all the time back home, but we didn’t get paid for it. With this type of work, you get paid for your company.”

  “I don’t want it to be a permanent thing, though.”

  “It doesn’t have to be. For me, the money is too good to pass up. Girl, my car note is almost paid off because of this. My next goal is my student loan balance. I can’t seem to find a good man anyway, so I might as well do something to pass the time.”

  “Come on,” I said, skeptically. “You were going on and on the other day about you and Carl in the Jacuzzi.”

  Tasha giggled. “The sex was sooo good.”

  I laughed. “Well, at least one of us is having good luck when it comes to men.”

  The door chime to the coffee shop rang, taking my attention away from the call. In walked the sexy motorcycle hunk from the parking lot. I wiped the smile off my face. My heart did a dive and my breath caught in my lungs.

  “Anyway, the owner let me do a trial run when I got started. I can get you in, but if you’re going to get cold feet at the last minute, don’t bother, because it will be my name and reputation on the line over there.”

  “Okay…” My mouth parted as I stole glances at the hunk as he passed by and stood in the line.

  “All right, then. I’ll call you once I get a meeting set up.”

  “Wait! I d—”

  “I’ve gotta go. I’ve got three minutes before I have to be in my seat.”

  Tasha hung up.

  Three more customers walked in and got in line behind the sexy stranger. I was grateful. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his incredible ass or his body. Apparently, neither could anyone else. He wasn’t necessarily the elephant in the room. He just commanded the most attention. He was attractive, which was a small part of it, but there was something else about him that screamed for attention, even when he stood there quietly.

  He grabbed his espresso shot and left and that’s when I could finally breathe and function like a woman with a brain.

  “What’ll you have today?” the guy behind the counter asked me.

  “A large latte with non-fat milk. Add vanilla and an extra espresso shot, please,” I said and pulled out my credit card.

  “It’s your lucky day,” the guy said, pulling a ten-dollar bill from an envelope. “The guy with the motorcycle helmet paid for your drink already. He said to give you this.” He gave me a plain-looking business card with a name on it.

  Sean Brooks. Next to the name was a telephone number. Under the telephone number was a small handwritten note. You’re beautiful. Smile more.

  I swallowed. “Um…”

  “Next customer, please.”

  I moved away from the counter and glanced out the window of the coffee shop into the parking lot only to be greeted with the deep hum of the hunk’s motorcycle again. He’d already put his helmet on, and I couldn’t see his perfect features anymore…or thank him for paying for my coffee.

  It was so funny. I hadn’t even thought he’d noticed me. Of course, he’d probably glanced my way once or twice, but I never even caught him looking long enough to notice that I wasn’t having a very good day.

  Somehow he’d changed that around and just this one small gesture had just turned my shitty morning upside down. There was hope.

  I looked down at the business card and smiled. When I looked up again, the hunk was gone.

  2

  One month later…

  I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with this. I had been hired and even paid half of the money up front, just for agreeing to show up. Now, as I sat in the hotel lobby waiting for the mysterious man to arrive, I wondered if I should bail.

  My phone chimed and I glanced down to see a text from Tasha.

  Tasha: How’s it going?

  Me: Still waiting.

  Tasha: Text me back when he gets there. Let me know who he is.

  Me: I have no idea who he is.

  Apparently, the man I would escort would be kept a secret until we actually met in person. I wasn’t sure if this was a security or privacy measure, but the mystery about his identity had me more nervous than anything else.

  Tasha: They didn’t give a name…nothing? Damn.

  Me: Girl, bye! You’re making me nervous.

  Tasha: At least text me back so I know he’s not a total sleaze bag

  Me: K

  Tasha: Have fun pretending :) !!!

  Right after I tucked my phone down into my handbag, the entryway doors slid open and a sole male strolled through the entrance. I recognized him instantly. His unique swagger was unmistakable.

  Sean Brooks. The hunky biker who’d bought me a latte the month before.

  The only reason I remembered his name was because I had kept his card tucked away in the drawer of my nightstand.

  He wasn’t dressed in biker gear tonight. He was looking chic and handsome in formal attire, which was fitting for a charity dinner at a well-known country club.

  Nervously, I stood up from my seat in the lobby and paused for a second to make sure my stilettos wouldn’t give out from under me.

  At that moment, he turned in my direction and halted in the middle of the floor. His eyes widened as he focused on me.

  A lethal grin spread across his face and he lifted one hand to rub his chin as he began prowling toward me.

  When he stopped in front of me, I couldn’t find any words, letters, or numbers.

  Shit, he was dangerously sexy.

  His pecan-colored complexion was smooth and literally flawless. His eyes were dark brown and deep-set, and every time he glanced at me, a strange warmth crept up through me. His face was clean-shaven, and his hair was also cut short and trimmed. He had a sexy mouth and a chiseled jawline. He was well groomed, but under the calm and collected exterior, I sensed something mysterious and dark.

  “Well, well…” His voice was smooth and deep.

  At first, I thought he wouldn’t recognize me with the way I had dressed myself for the occasion, but recognition flashed all over his face.

  I swallowed. “Sean Brooks?”

  He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and then grinned.

  “That’s me. You look exceptionally beautiful, just the way I remember you from the coffee shop. What was that? A few weeks ago?”

  “Yeah, I think so.” A few weeks of picking up his card, almost calling him, and stuffing it back down into my nightstand.

  “It’s a small world, after all. I won’t hold it against you for not calling me.” He held out his hand, palm up. “Ready?”

  I placed my hand in his bigger one and almost melted to the floor.

  3

  All I had to do was look pretty, smile, and engage in light conversation. After all, Tasha had said most of the men expected very little. As high-profile business men and women and sports figures, they would show their faces at these events, making themselves and their investors look good in the long run. In the end, the men would succeed in acquiring or retaining funds for whatever arrangement was in place at the time. Just last month, Tasha had flown out to New York to attend a banquet. The guy she’d been escorting was a NASCAR driver, and his team obtained funding and sponsorships year after year from the sponsor’s company. I didn’t ask Sean Brooks why he was here. I intended to follow all the rules about keeping the affair private. The less I knew, the better.

  Everything was going well so far, probably because we’d arrived just in time for Sean to exchange so
me words with the host of the event, Mr. Donaldson and then be seated at a table. I would never forget the look on Mr. Donaldson’s face when his gaze landed on me. He smiled widely, but it wasn’t in a creepy way. His comment to Sean about being proud of him for finally settling down with a respectable woman explained almost everything. But it also brought up more questions that probably weren’t any of my business at this point.

  The speech introducing the charity and dinner ceremony began shortly thereafter. The music volume had been turned down and the lights were dimmed. This was the first time I had ever been in one of the Atlanta area’s country clubs, and I figured it would be my last. At least, I could pretend for one night that my money issues didn’t exist.

  We were seated at a four-seater table with one other couple.

  “I’m Vivian.” The woman held out her hand to me. “And this is my fiancé, André. We’re getting married in September.”

  We exchanged handshakes from the across the table, and I congratulated them.

  Vivian unfolded her cloth napkin and looked back and forth between us. “You two look lovely together? How long has it been?”

  Sean cleared his throat, and there was an uncomfortable silence.

  My gut instincts told me that he was unprepared for probing questions about our “relationship.”

  “Oh, we met recently,” I answered, nonchalantly. “And thanks for the compliment. Where are you getting married?”

  Vivian began a lengthy conversation about the wedding plans, and I was grateful that I had successfully derailed a discussion that would have probably blown our cover. And I certainly didn’t want to be outed as a high-priced escort.

  Vivian continued to speak, “We met Mr. Donaldson at the mayoral race last week when he told us that he was raising funds for his charity organization. How long have you two known him?”

  “Years,” Sean replied.

  Not only was Sean direct, he was also short with his answers. He looked as excited to be here as a nun at a frat party. But then again, this didn’t look like the type of event Sean was accustomed to. When I’d first seen him at the coffee shop, he was all decked out in motorcycle attire. His complete three-sixty was very telling. He was here for business reasons, not for pleasure.