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Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Three
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2026-10-19 21:07:29
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The heavy echo of the slammed door still vibrated through the old floorboards long after Stone had gone. I sat on the very edge of the unmade bed, my knees pulled tightly against my chest, staring blankly at the dark wood of the exit. My shoulder still throbbed where his massive fingers had dug into my skin, a physical ache that was nothing compared to the cold, burning anger twisting inside my stomach. He had not locked the door this time, but his words felt like a heavy chain anyway. He wanted me invisible. He wanted me to be the quiet, fragile girl who stayed hidden away while the real world happened downstairs. He wanted to keep me like a secret doll that only he could look at, but I was so tired of being the weak person in this compound. The anger inside me was growing bigger with every second that passed. A soft, deliberate knock on the door broke the heavy silence of the master suite. I did not move from my spot. "Go away, Stone," I called out loudly, my voice thick with
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Three
I nodded, sweat pouring down my face, my sore muscles screaming in protest as we repeated the basic blocks and escapes over and over again. By the time the sky outside began to turn a faint shade of grey, my body was completely exhausted, but a small spark of confidence was finally blooming inside my chest. I wasn't just a fragile doll anymore. I was learning how to strike back. Medusa stopped, wiping her brow with the back of her tattooed hand, a small nod of approval on her lips. "That's enough for today. You did good, kid. You're fast, and you actually listen." She grabbed her leather vest from a nearby crate and threw it over her shoulders. As she was walking toward the side door, she stopped and turned back to look at me. "So, what are you wearing to the big party tonight?" I blinked, completely caught off guard by the question. My face went blank. "Party? What party? I don't know anything about a party tonight." Medusa’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, a look of sudden unde
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The dawn had not even broken when my eyes snapped open in the dark master bedroom. The air was freezing, and the quietness of the compound felt heavy and dangerous. Beside me, Stone was breathing in a slow, deep rhythm, one of his massive arms still thrown carelessly across my waist to hold me down even in his sleep. I carefully and slowly slid out from under his heavy limb, my breath catching in my throat as the deep ache between my thighs flared up again, reminding me of his intense touch from the day before. My body was still incredibly sore, but the fierce desire to survive was burning much hotter than any physical pain. I pulled on my simple black leggings, a dark sweatshirt, and sneakers, moving like a ghost so I wouldn't wake the sleeping giant on the bed. I slipped out of the room, shutting the heavy door quietly behind me, and hurried down the dark hallway toward the old warehouse docks at the edge of the yard. When I pushed open the creaking metal door of the warehouse,
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I looked up at him, forcing a soft, innocent smile onto my lips, keeping my eyes completely steady so he wouldn't see the massive lie hiding behind them. "Nothing much, Stone," I lied smoothly, my voice sounding calm and relaxed. "Just reading a novel and taking a long shower to wash away the wine. I wanted to relax while you were downstairs handling club business." Stone let out a low, quiet "hmm," his dark eyes narrowing slightly as if he were trying to read the very thoughts inside my brain. He looked at the paperback book in my hands, then down at the clean, fresh skin of my neck. For a terrifying second, my breath caught in my throat, wondering if Jax had been right about outlaws smelling fear like wolves. But Stone didn't see through my mask. He just let out a long, heavy breath, the tension leaving his massive frame as he leaned down further, pressing his forehead against mine. "You are my life, Tessa," he murmured roughly, his hot breath hitting my lips, sending a famili
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter One Hundred And Thirty
Slowly, my trembling fingers slid down my abdomen, passing over my hips where the faint red marks of his fingers were still visible under the water. I pushed my legs slightly apart, letting the hot spray hit my chest and belly, and slipped my hand between my thighs. The moment my fingers touched my swollen lips, a soft gasp escaped my throat, lost in the sound of the rushing water. I was so incredibly wet for him, dripping with a sweet heat that belonged entirely to the memory of his body. I began to touch myself, my thumb finding the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves that was still raw and aching from his earlier assault. I moved my hand in a slow, heavy rhythm, matching the memory of his chest rising and falling against my back. I pictured him there in the shower with me. I pictured his massive, grease-stained hands wrapping around my neck, pulling my head back to capture my mouth in one of his deep, bruising kisses. I could almost feel the rough texture of his calloused thumbs d
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The heavy wooden door clicked shut as I stepped back into the master bedroom. I quickly locked it behind me, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. I stood there for a second, pressing my back against the solid wood, just listening to the quietness of the room. The room still smelled strongly of the spilled red wine, the heavy sweat, and the sharp scent of raw leather from our intense afternoon. The broken pieces of the drywall from where the bed had slammed against the wall were still scattered on the floorboards, a loud reminder of the raw dominance Stone had used to claim my body just hours before. I needed to move fast. Stone was still downstairs in the chapel room with the old oppression brothers, but his meetings never lasted forever, and he had an unhinged mind that could bring him back up those stairs at any second. If he smelled the sweat of the training garage on my skin, or if he noticed the way my breathing was shallow, his dark eyes would narrow with instant suspici
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