LOGINI was still on my knees when the third cock of the night pushed past my lips.
My jaw ached. Spit and precum ran in sticky strands down my chin and onto my tits. The leather cuffs kept my wrists together in front of me, the metal tag of my guest band clinking every time I shifted. Behind me, a thick cock was buried deep in my cunt, fucking me in steady, possessive strokes that forced me forward onto the one in my mouth. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds. E
Amara didn't sleep.Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Ryder's voice.Someone is watching you.She had replayed the words so many times that they no longer sounded real.By morning, she had almost convinced herself he'd exaggerated.Almost.Then she found the note.It was tucked beneath the windshield wiper of her mother's car.No name.No explanation.Just four words.You should listen to him.Amara stared at it until her fingers went cold.She immediately called Ryder.He answered on the first ring.“Where are you?”“Home.”“Stay there.”“What does
By Monday morning, everyone knew.Amara didn't know exactly what they knew, and that was somehow worse.The whispers started the moment she walked through the school gates.She caught pieces of conversations as she passed.“That's her.”“The girl from the warehouse?”“I heard she was on his bike.”“With Ryder?”Amara kept walking.Her cheeks burned.She hadn't even made it to her locker before Nia appeared beside her.“Don't panic.”Amara stopped.“That is exactly what people say before something terrible.”Nia grabbed her arm.“Okay, so…”“Wha
Amara told herself she wasn't waiting for Ryder.She was simply standing outside the school gate because Nia was late.Again.That was all.She checked the time on her phone.4:18 p.m.Nia was supposed to meet her ten minutes ago.Amara sighed and leaned against the wall.Then she heard it.That familiar engine.Her heart reacted before her mind could tell it not to.Ryder pulled up across the street, his motorcycle slowing to a stop.He didn't wave.He simply looked at her.Amara hated how quickly she smiled.She tried to hide it.He noticed anyway.“Waiting for me?”“No.”
Amara couldn't stop thinking about Ryder Cross.Which was ridiculous.She barely knew him.Yet somehow, his voice had followed her all the way home. The way he'd looked at her when she told him she wasn't as innocent as he thought. The little smile he'd given her before riding away.And worst of all, she couldn't stop thinking about what Nia had said.Ryder Cross isn't who you think he is.Amara stared at her phone from beneath her blanket.She had asked Nia what she meant.Three hours ago.Nia still hadn't answered.“Great,” Amara muttered.She tossed her phone onto the pillow and turned onto her side.Sleep refused to come.The next morning wasn't any better.By the
Amara had spent the entire ride convincing herself she had made a terrible decision.It wasn't working.The city blurred around them as Ryder's motorcycle moved through the streets. Streetlights flashed across her helmet, one after another, while the cool night air slipped beneath her sleeves.She kept her hands firmly around the back of the seat.She refused to hold him.Absolutely refused.Ryder seemed determined to make that difficult.“You can relax,” he called over the engine.“I am relaxed.”“You're sitting like you're about to jump off.”“Maybe I am.”His shoulders moved slightly.Was he laughing?Amara narrowed her eyes at the back of his helmet.
Absolutely. I’ll keep it fast-paced, emotional, romantic, and natural, with the biker atmosphere and bad-boy/good-girl contrast. Since it’s only ten chapters, I’ll make each chapter actuallAmara had never been somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.At least, not intentionally.She stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse parking lot, staring at the crowd in front of her and wondering how quickly she could leave without anyone noticing.Probably not quickly.There were motorcycles everywhere.Black ones. Red ones. Some so loud that the sound seemed to vibrate through her chest. Men and women stood around them, laughing, talking, leaning against cars and bikes like this was the most normal Friday night in the world.It wasn't normal.Not for Amara.She looked down at herself.







