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Chapter One Hundred And Thirty
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2026-10-17 22:24:50
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The Biker’s Obsession Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two
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,
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One
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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Jax narrowed his eyes, a look of genuine confusion crossing his rugged face. "Do what?" "Teach me how to fight," I said clearly, my voice completely steady and loud. Jax let out a short, disbelief-filled laugh, shaking his head as he threw the towel onto the table. "Are you crazy, Tessa? I can't do that. First of all, Stone would literally skin me alive if I put my hands on you to train you. He is totally unhinged when it comes to you. Second, you're the President's old lady. You don't need to fight. That's what we are here for. That's why there are guards outside your door twenty-four hours a day." "The guards didn't stop Stone from telling me that the senior brothers are voting on my life right now," I hit back sharply, the raw emotion finally cutting through my calm exterior. Jax froze completely. The relaxed, dismissing look on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable stillness. He looked down at the concrete floorboards, his knuckles clenching tig
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The heavy wooden door clicked shut as Stone left the room, his combat boots thudding down the hallway until the sound faded completely into the darkness of the clubhouse. The master bedroom was dead quiet again, but the silence did not feel like a safe haven anymore. It felt like a ticking clock, a loud reminder that my time was running out. I stood up from the mattress, my legs aching slightly from the brutal intensity of the afternoon, and walked slowly over to the long mirror on the wall. I looked at my reflection in the glass. My pale skin was still flushed, and the faint reddish marks of Stone’s heavy grip were already starting to darken on my waist and thighs. For months, I had looked at this body as a canvas of my captivity. It was something Stone claimed, locked away, and controlled with an unhinged madness that I could never escape. But looking at myself today, after hearing about the dangerous vote happening downstairs, a cold, hard realization settled deep into my chest
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