Se connecterForbidden romance between a nun and a biker. "Forgive me father, for I will sin." A nun, too innocent for the world of ways catches the eye of the notorious bike gang's heir, a demon known for his cunning nature. What could go wrong, right? Just that the notorious demon hunts her down, breaks down all her her beliefs and hell bent of making her sin for him. "My canary," he calls her, his intention clear. He wants to set his canary free from the clutches of the religion. But will the canary go with him willingly, or will he have to kidnap his bride? To know more, follow me along to know their story.
Voir plusThe silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the sharp, clinical tang of antiseptic that lingered in the room. I stayed draped over Ryker for a long moment, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. My body felt heavy, completely spent, and so sensitive that even the slight movement of his chest beneath me sent ripples of lingering electricity through my nerves.I had just ridden my husband on an operating table. The man who, according to the doctor, had almost died only hours ago.The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water. I suddenly scrambled to sit up, my movements clumsy and frantic as I remembered the bullet wound. My hands were shaking as I tried to pull myself off him, my eyes wide with a new kind of terror."Ryker, oh my god, the stitches," I gasped, my voice cracking. I looked down at his chest, fully expecting to see blood soaking through the fresh white bandages, expecting to s
Knox, the family doctor of The Croce family, leaned against the cool, marble wall outside the operating theater, the muscle in his jaw twitching with impatience and disgust. He was trying his damnedest to drown out the sickening, relentless sounds echoing from the heavily sealed room, the unmistakable, primal noises of his boss mating ferociously with his wife Stella. It was gross, intrusive, and unprofessional, yet entirely characteristic of the compound's barbarity.Lighting a slim cigarette with practiced ease, Knox inhaled deeply, the harsh smoke a momentary shield against the invasive soundscape. He scoffed, glancing at his watch. "How many hours has it been? He got shot last night. Are we sure the Capo didn't actually die and get replaced by a particularly horny, low-grade incubus? He needs to get his pulse checked, for God's sake."Travis, Ryker’s right-hand man and head of security, was leaning against the opposite wall, rigid and cold. He gave Knox a look of profound, icy disg
"Don't move, I will do everything," I commanded, my voice strained but firm, determined to adhere to the safety precautions I’d set. I carefully straddled his abdomen, my focus absolute, making sure my knees rested gingerly on the mattress on either side of his hips, keeping my weight entirely off his stitched chest. When he tried to slide down the bed, clearly preparing to leverage his height for better access, I glared at him and roared, a sound surprisingly fierce, "Stay put!"The force of my attention made him stop. I immediately peeled his jacket off my body, the heavy fabric falling away to reveal my exposed skin to his hungry, predatory gaze. A shiver, part fear, part anticipation, ran through me. I moved forward on my knees, agonizingly slow, ensuring my body didn't even graze past his bandaged wound. Once I safely navigated the danger zone, I stopped, hovering right on top of his face. Ryker was laying perfectly still, watching me with predatory, gleaming eyes, the silence of
POV: Stella GraceI must have drifted off sometime just before dawn, slumped over Ryker’s side, using the edge of the ward bed as a cushion. I woke up with a sharp crick in my neck, the morning light a thin, gray filter seeping through the high, narrow windows of the sterile room.The first thing I did was check his pulse. It was still there, strong and steady.I looked at his face. The corpselike pallor from the night before had eased slightly, but he still looked terrifyingly unlike himself. Ryker, even unconscious, usually radiates a low-level thrum of energy, a coiled tension. Now, he was utterly slack, vulnerable. The sight was unsettling, yet it somehow softened the knot of fear in my stomach. When he was this quiet, he was just a man. My man, the one who took a bullet for me (A/n - Yeah, girlie is being down bad now).I gently ran the pad of my thumb over his knuckles, remembering the doctor's words: grazing his heart. The gravity of the risk he took and the life he saved settle
Ryker's POV.I lay perfectly still, a silent, smug master of ceremonies presiding over my own melodrama. Beneath the cool, comforting weight of the blankets and the fresh bandages, I felt absolutely fantastic. The bullet wound was a superficial scratch, but the performance I had just delivered des
Ryker's POV.I stepped back, allowing my men to position the basic implements. There was no need for grand theatrics yet, just simple, focused pain delivered with maximum intent. I selected a sturdy, thick baton—heavy wood wrapped tightly in wire—and tapped it lightly against the palm of my hand. T
POV - Ryker Lance.As we burst out of the hotel and plunged into the bullet-riddled chaos of the parking lot, my entire focus narrowed to one single, burning objective: getting Stella into that car. My body was a constant shield, moving with brutal, desperate efficiency, using every overturned vehic
The image in the mirror, with his hand dominating my body, combined with the intense, overwhelming pleasure, was almost too much for my senses to handle. I was right on the edge, the sweet, blinding sensation building inside me, my body ready to completely submit to the climax.But just as I was ab






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