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I’m Wide Open
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2026-05-12 20:32:21
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Ruin Me, Biker Alphas I’m Wide Open
~Valerie~Evander doesn’t give me a single chance to move. I try to scramble back, my boots sliding on the floor as I look for any way to hide, any way to get away from the predatory look in his eyes. But he’s too fast. He crosses the room in three long, terrifying steps that make the concrete floor groan. Before I can even pull enough air into my lungs to scream, he’s on me.He slams his heavy body into mine with a force that knocks the wind out of me. I feel my hips hit the sharp, hard edge of Ronan’s desk, and the wood digs into my lower back, pinning me there. The heat coming off him is like standing next to a furnace. It’s thick and overwhelming, and it sends a shock through my body that makes my knees turn to water. He doesn't touch my face. He doesn't try to be sweet or offer me any comfort. His hands, large and rough, grab the bottom of my leather skirt and yank it up in one violent push. He bunches the fabric around my waist, leaving me completely exposed to the cool air of t
Ruin Me, Biker Alphas My Chest Hurts
~Valerie~I push into Ronan’s office, and the heavy click of the door closing behind me feels like a trap snapping shut. The sudden silence is jarring. It swallows the thumping bass and the drunken shouts from the bar downstairs, leaving me in a room that feels far too big and far too quiet. It’s dark in here, the only light coming from the moon bleeding through the window and the glow of the hallway under the door.My heart sinks into my stomach. It’s empty. I wanted him to be here so bad that my chest actually hurts. I stand there for a second, just breathing, before I force my legs to move toward the massive desk. I set the ice bucket down on the dark wood. The silver handle is freezing, biting into my palm, and the ice cubes clink loudly, like a sharp, lonely sound in the stillness. The bottle of liquor is heavy, sitting deep in the ice. I know I should go. I should turn around, walk out, and go back to serving drinks to men I don't care about. But I can’t. My boots feel like they
Ruin Me, Biker Alphas The Scents
~Valerie~I walk slowly, my boots clicking against the hard, stained concrete. The air in the pub is thick, heavy with the smell of road dust, engine grease, and the sharp scent of men. I could easily take the wide path around the tables, but I don't. I walk straight toward them, cutting through the space where the air feels tight, making the hair on my arms stand up.As I pass, I let my shoulder brush within inches of Ronan’s leather jacket. I don’t stop. I don’t even slow down. I just give a low, short greeting, barely saying hello, while I secretly pull a deep breath into my chest.God, the scents.It hits me right in the throat. Ronan is all winter and steel, a cold, sharp freshness that cuts through the stinking bar air. And Evander... he’s the woodsmoke, deep and earthy, like a forest burning in the middle of the night. It’s wild. It’s everything I’ve been starving for during these six long, empty days."Alphas," I murmur.Behind me, I hear two low, deep grunts. They don’t use w
Ruin Me, Biker Alphas Shameful Thing
~Valerie~I step out of the taxi, the gravel crunching under my boots as I watch the car speed off into the distance, its taillights bleeding into the gray Reno twilight. It’s the sixth day. Six days since the roar of the Killer Wolves faded into the dust, leaving me in this empty silence.Will they come back tomorrow morning? Or will I have to wait until the sun sets again? Maybe the day after? I don’t understand how their runs work, the time calculation, the danger, the laws they follow, but I know the ache in my chest is becoming a more painful. I miss them. It’s a pathetic, shameful thing to admit, even to myself. I miss the way Ronan’s eyes burn through me like cold steel, making me feel pinned to the floor. I miss the way Evander looks at me, like I’m something he wants to take apart just to see how I work. I miss being seen.I turn and walk into the house, the air inside feeling stagnant and lonely. The silence is heavy, a reminder of the void they left behind. I make my way up
Ruin Me, Biker Alphas My Body Is Hot
~Valerie~I wake up, and the first thing I notice is that the sheets feel like sandpaper against my skin. Every tiny thread in the fabric feels sharp, grating against me like it’s trying to peel my skin off. My body is hot, not just a normal fever, but a deep, rolling heat that coils in the pit of my stomach. I feel sick, my head spinning as I stare at the ceiling."What the hell," I murmur, my voice sounding thick and strange in the quiet room.I try to sit up, looking around my bedroom, but the movement makes everything worse. Even the air moving across my skin feels like it’s too much. The feeling of the blankets bunched around my waist burns me, making my skin prickle with a sensation I can't describe. I need to get out of these clothes. I need to get away from these sheets.I stand up, my legs feeling like they’re made of steel, and stagger into the bathroom. I don’t even bother turning on the light. I just shrug off my nightie, letting it fall in a heap on the tiles, and step in
Ruin Me, Biker Alphas The Secret I’m Hiding
~Valerie~I walk down the stairs, my legs feeling heavy and unsteady. My body is still reacting to what I just did, still oozing from that release in the offices upstairs. I can feel the dampness against my skin, a constant reminder of how I just lost control. I’m clutching the sweeping brush and the rag in my hands, my fingers wrapped tight around the wooden handle as if it’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. Every step I take down into the quiet hallway feels like I’m drowning deeper, and deeper into the secret I’m hiding.I reach the bottom of the stairs and head toward the supply rail. I return the brush and the rag exactly where I picked them from, making sure they’re lined up just right. I don’t want anyone having a reason to complain about my work. I spend a moment smoothing down my turtleneck and wiping my palms on my shorts, trying my best to make sure my body doesn’t give me away. I check my reflection in the glass of the dark window, adjusting my hair and biting
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