بيت / Romance / Claimed By The Biker King / Chapter 99 — Tournament Pressure

مشاركة

Chapter 99 — Tournament Pressure

last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-19 22:22:50

Sable

By Friday afternoon, the clubhouse barely resembled itself anymore.

Tables had been dragged into position across the lower level. Extra lighting had been wired up over the tournament tables. Cases of beer lined one wall while stacks of pizza boxes and paper goods crowded the kitchen counters. Music echoed through the building alongside shouting, laughter, and the constant scrape of boots against hardwood.

The whole place buzzed with anticipation.

And underneath it all—

tension.

Nobody sai
استمر في قراءة هذا الكتاب مجانا
امسح الكود لتنزيل التطبيق
الفصل مغلق

أحدث فصل

  • Claimed By The Biker King   Chapter 103 — Open Minded Part 2

    SableMarcus’s hand tightened gently on the belt. I dropped to my hands and knees without thinking, the hardwood cool under my palms. Marcus walked beside me, keeping just enough tension on the leash that I felt every step. The humiliation and arousal twisted together so tightly I could barely breathe.When I reached the bed, Jarek held out his hand. Marcus placed the end of the belt in his palm without a word. Jarek gave it a light tug, pulling me closer between his spread thighs.Marcus grabbed two pillows off the bed and dropped them onto the floor in front of Jarek. I shifted one beneath my knees. Jarek’s gaze flicked to Marcus.“You too,” he said. “On your knees.”Marcus dropped down beside me without hesitation.Jarek’s hand stayed loose on the leash, just enough pressure to remind me it was there. I leaned in first, dragging my tongue slowly up the underside of his cock. Marcus joined me a second later, his mouth hot on the other side. We worked him together—tongues sliding, l

  • Claimed By The Biker King   Chapter 102 — Open Minded Part 1

    SableThe second Marcus called me their little sex toy, heat flooded through me all over again.Which apparently did not go unnoticed.Jarek’s hand tightened lightly against my jaw while Marcus stayed close behind me, his mouth still brushing lazy kisses against my neck like he enjoyed keeping me right on the edge of losing my mind.“How do you want it tonight, baby girl?” Jarek asked softly.The question hit me harder than it probably should have.Because somehow it wasn’t just dirty.It felt genuine.Like he actually cared what I wanted.My brain short-circuited immediately.“Ummm…”Marcus chuckled quietly against my skin. “Go ahead, baby doll. Tell us what you want.”I hesitated hard enough that both of them noticed instantly.Jarek’s thumb brushed slowly across my cheek. “What?”“I thought of something.”That got their full attention immediately.Marcus lifted his head slightly. “A fantasy?”I nodded once.Jarek’s eyes darkened with interest. “Did you finally think of one?”“Yes,”

  • Claimed By The Biker King   Chapter 101 — No More Alone

    SableSomething was wrong the second Marcus walked into the garage.Not panic. Not chaos. Nothing loud or frantic.Worse.Control.That immediately made my stomach tighten.Because men like them only got quiet when something bad enough had happened that anger alone wasn’t useful anymore.The kind that only happened when both him and Jarek were trying very hard not to lose their shit.Marcus didn’t tease me when he came over to where I sat flipping absentmindedly through Hannah’s book. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t steal a kiss. He just held a hand out toward me.“C’mere, baby doll.”That alone made my stomach tighten.I slid off the couch immediately. “What happened?”Marcus’s jaw flexed once before he answered.“Jarek wants to talk upstairs.”Oh.That wasn’t good.The walk through the clubhouse felt strange after that. Too many eyes following us. Too many conversations lowering when we passed by. By the time we reached the upstairs hallway, my pulse had already started climbing.Jarek stood n

  • Claimed By The Biker King   Chapter 100 — Pressure From Above

    BrianLuke was in a bad mood.Not the loud kind either. No shouting. No drunken rage. No smashing bottles just for the hell of it.The dangerous kind.The quiet kind.The entire Vipers clubhouse felt wrong because of it. Tense in a way that made every conversation sound forced and every laugh feel just a little too sharp around the edges. Men lingered closer to their weapons than usual. Music blasted through the speakers, but even that couldn’t drown out the ugly pressure hanging over the room.Gino was squeezing hard.Everybody knew it.Every day Luke failed to deliver whatever the hell Gino wanted, another body dropped somewhere in the city as a reminder that patience had limits.Two Vipers already this week.One had been found shot through the face behind a gas station.The other had been left hanging beneath an overpass with his cut nailed to his chest.Nobody had to explain the message after that.I stood near the pool tables pretending to watch a game while Luke paced near the b

  • Claimed By The Biker King   Chapter 99 — Tournament Pressure

    SableBy Friday afternoon, the clubhouse barely resembled itself anymore.Tables had been dragged into position across the lower level. Extra lighting had been wired up over the tournament tables. Cases of beer lined one wall while stacks of pizza boxes and paper goods crowded the kitchen counters. Music echoed through the building alongside shouting, laughter, and the constant scrape of boots against hardwood.The whole place buzzed with anticipation.And underneath it all—tension.Nobody said it outright, but I could feel it now. Like static sitting beneath everyone’s skin.The Vipers had been seen twice this week already. Never close enough to start something. Just close enough to remind everyone they were still out there.Watching.Waiting.“You missed a spot.”I looked up from the table I’d been wiping down to find Marcus standing beside me with his arms crossed and a smug grin tugging at his mouth.I narrowed my eyes. “You’re so full of shit.”His grin widened. “Little bit.”I

  • Claimed By The Biker King   Chapter 98 — After the Hunt

    SableI was still shaky when Jarek scooped me up off the office floor.Not weak shaky.Boneless shaky.The kind that came after too much adrenaline and too many orgasms and being looked at like I was something precious and filthy all at once.Marcus laughed softly while Jarek carried me down the hallway toward his room like I weighed absolutely nothing.“Our girl can’t even walk straight.”“I can walk,” I protested weakly.Jarek snorted. “Bullshit.”I buried my burning face against his shoulder while Marcus followed behind us looking entirely too pleased with himself.The second we got inside the bedroom, Jarek kicked the door shut behind him and headed straight toward the bathroom with me still in his arms.I blinked at him. “What are you doing?”“Shower.”“I don’t need a shower,” I argued immediately. “I already had a bath this morning. I just need to clean up a little.”Jarek looked down at me like I’d said something genuinely ridiculous.“Yeah,” he said calmly. “But I didn’t get t

فصول أخرى
استكشاف وقراءة روايات جيدة مجانية
الوصول المجاني إلى عدد كبير من الروايات الجيدة على تطبيق GoodNovel. تنزيل الكتب التي تحبها وقراءتها كلما وأينما أردت
اقرأ الكتب مجانا في التطبيق
امسح الكود للقراءة على التطبيق
DMCA.com Protection Status