Tempting Enemy (Beckham Dynasty #1) Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Forbidden, MC, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Beckham Dynasty Series by M. Robinson

Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes an enemies to lovers, forbidden standalone romance.

Look but don't touch...

Those were the rules.

And her overprotective brothers expected everyone to follow them when it came to their one and only little sister.

Good luck with that.

Because if I was good at one thing— it was breaking rules.

I wasn't just tempting the enemy...

I was playing with fire.

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“Let go of me!” I shouted, trying to shake loose from his embrace.

Ignoring the pain cycling through my entire being, I roughly tried to pry away, only making him hold me that much tighter.

“Peach, I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here… Please…” he pleaded as I continued to struggle against him.

“I never wanted to hurt you. You know that… I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. You refused to listen to me and now look at what’s happened.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I sincerely expressed, feeling like I was going to break at any moment. “You had so many chances to tell me the truth? Why would you rather me find out like this?”

He turned me to face him, still grabbing ahold of my arms.

“I didn’t want to lose you. Not after I fell in love with you.”

Hearing him say that for the first time was like acid on my skin.

It burned.

It scared.

It seared into my heart.

I lashed out, slamming my fist into his chest and he accepted every blow, knowing he deserved it.

I wanted to hurt him.

I needed to hurt him.

But also, through it all…

I wanted to continue loving him with every last part inside of me.

When all of a sudden, he caught my wrists mid-strike, tugging me toward his body, holding me against his chest, against his heart. Against the agony and grief that would always live inside of him.

I broke down, losing all my strength.

To fight.

To cry.

To hate him.

I fell to the ground…

And he came with me.



My best friend Cove confidently handed her fake ID to the bouncer at the hole in the wall biker bar, The Outlaw. The infamous bar was located in the bad side of town in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. The place was packed to the brim with people and there was a line around the building. Despite the bar being in a sketchy location, it didn’t seem to bother the locals one bit.

Cove was the reason we were even there. My eighteenth birthday was the following week, and she surprised me with an early gift a few days ago. It was my very own fake ID that read I was twenty-one years old, just like hers. She’d been using her fake ID for the last month without any problems. After constantly hearing about all the hot guys she was meeting, she decided it was my turn to experience what she was.

I was a little nervous. If my dad and five older brothers knew where I was, let’s just say, I’d probably never be able to leave the house again. I’d be screwed. Being the baby in my family wasn’t something that was ever overlooked by any of them. In their eyes, I’d forever be the little girl following them around like their tiny shadow, wanting to do everything they were. Most of the time, they let me. Always indulging me in whatever I wanted.

Whether it was their time or affection, or just wanting to learn all the stuff what there were for the ranch or school, they happily obliged. No questions asked. I was the apple of each of their eyes, but not a day went by where they didn’t remind me of how much I was looking more and more like our mother with pain in their loving eyes.

Especially when they were staring at the scar on my left eyebrow. A daily reminder of the worst day of my life. As much as I wanted to hate it, the moments I craved to feel closer to her, I’d find myself rubbing over the tattered tissue, back and forth with my thumb, until the ache in my heart subsided and all that was left…

Was darkness.

The scar was only half an inch long, but it didn’t feel that way. If anything, it consumed my entire being.

On a lighter note, since I was already spoiled by six men, I never found the need to have a boyfriend. Not that the men in my life already would ever allow it anyway. To say they were protective and overbearing would be an understatement. There were no boundaries when it came to me.

The age gaps between them and I were comical. I was twenty years younger than my oldest brother Jace, who was thirty-eight. Then there was Reid, who was thirty-three. Ledger, who was twenty-nine. Alexander, who was twenty-five, and Troy, who was twenty-one.

That left me.

The baby.

Our daddy was a rancher, who owned five thousand acres of property for our cattle. He was the best of the best which meant he worked around the clock. Our old man lived and breathed the ranch, and a part of me knew it was easier for him to live that way. Though it didn’t mean we weren’t just as big of a part of his life as the ranch had been. He was always there for each of us. No matter what. Filling the role of both parents.