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CHAPTER 8: THE UNTAMED BEAST
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2026-05-26 05:16:04
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claimed by the biker CHAPTER 9: SACRIFICIAL BRIDE
The bathroom was thick with a heavy, suffocating fog of steam that clung to the walls and blurred the mirror into a slick white sheet. Ella kept the water scalding hot almost boiling, right at the edge of what her skin could tolerate. She gripped the rough, fiber sponge, digging it into her collarbones, her chest, her ribs, and down her thighs. She scrubbed with a frantic, desperate rhythm until her flesh was raw, burning, and a furious, bright red. She wanted to peel the top layer of her own skin right off, wanting to scrape away the lingering filth of those men’s eyes that still felt like grease on her body. But no matter how hard she pressed until her knuckles turned white and her arms ached, the memory of that morning refused to wash down the drain,Every drop of water hitting the tile seemed to echo the rhythmic, heavy footsteps of the congregation. Her mind dragged her right back into the suffocating atmosphere of that sanctuary, forcing her to live through the horror all over aga
claimed by the biker CHAPTER 8: THE UNTAMED BEAST
After what felt like an eternity standing in front of her parents' house, I kicked my bike into gear and rode back to the clubhouse. Riding through the wind, I couldn’t help but think about what it meant to actually have a family. I know what I am. I can be brutal viciously so.In the underworld, I have been called a lot of things. The Bull. The Devil. Iron Fist. But when it comes to family, I have a soft spot. I’m a child at heart for the people I love. But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheatin
claimed by the biker CHAPTER 7: UNSEEN HOPE
Ella’s POV"Ella, get up this instant!"My father’s roaring voice boomed from downstairs, shattering the last remnants of the peace I had found in my dreams. I swung my legs out of bed, the cool floorboards making me shiver instantly. I reached up, my fingers frantically trying to smooth out the messy tangles in my hair from how roughly I had slept. Just moving my jaw sent a sharp reminder through my face,the sting on my cheek from my father’s slap yesterday had settled into a tight, bruised tenderness.I hurried into the small bathroom, intentionally avoiding my dim reflection in the cracked mirror. After quickly washing my body, I walked back into the bedroom and opened my small wardrobe. Today was Sunday the day my father was formally introducing me to the pastor's family. Everything had to be perfect.I pulled out a long, stiffly ironed gown. It was modest, high necked, and completely covered my body, feeling more like a costume than clothes. As I pulled the heavy fabric over my h
claimed by the biker CHAPTER 6: THE SHADOW OF THE BIKER
The bar was almost empty. It was half past 11:00 PM, but I was still at work at the bar. I was almost done with cleaning the tables. Jane should be somewhere around behind the bar or in the bathroom doing what she knows best to do. I could picture what she could be doing at the moment,either having a man's dick in her mouth or being bent down on the female toilet seat and having her pussy fucked. I shook my head, pausing my cleaning, shocked at my own imagination. This is very wrong. I should not be thinking about something unholy like this. I will soon be married to a pastor. As if you wanted it, my mind whispered back. I have no choice. I have nowhere to run to. I do not even have the courage as Elisa said. I started cleaning the tables faster to distract myself from my current situation. After forty minutes, I was done. I walked through the hallway to the back of the bar to get rid of the dirty water. I could hear Jane's voice from one of the female toilets. She was very loud
claimed by the biker CHAPTER 5: THE WEIGHT OF THE SILENT
The rag in my hand was grey, damp, and smelled faintly of sour yeast and industrial bleach. I pushed it across the scarred wood of the table, my movements mechanical. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see my mother’s face not the face of a mother who loved, but the face of a woman who was saving me by selling me to a man of God.Marry him, Ella. He will wash away the rebellion in your heart.The rebellion they talked about was just me wanting to breathe. But in my father’s house, breathing was a luxury.You missed a spot. The voice was like a jagged piece of glass. I didn't have to look up to know it was Elias. He was the kind of man who enjoyed the power of a small room. Since my parents had basically given me to him to work off some of their own perceived spiritual debts, he treated me like property.I’m sorry, sir, I whispered. My voice felt thin, like paper.Sorry doesn't get the grime off my tables. Elias stepped closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He didn't ju
claimed by the biker chapter 4 :The Ghost in My Bed
Kane’s POVThe morning sun was a jagged blade cutting through the heavy curtains of my room, but the light didn't bring any clarity. It had been three days since the bar. Three days since I’d seen that girl in the oversized hoodie, and she was still rotting in my brain like a fever I couldn't sweat out.I was lying in the tangled, grey sheets of my bed when I felt it a hand, soft and lingering, began to caress my bare chest. The touch should have been welcome. In any other week, it would have been exactly what I wanted. But today, the sensation was like sandpaper against my skin. It was irritating. Wrong.I rolled my head to the side, checking the clock on the bedside table before turning to face the woman beside me. Sandra. She was one of the regulars at the clubhouse, a girl who knew the rules. Or at least, I thought she did.What the hell are you still doing here?i growled, my voice thick with sleep and a growing edge of redirected rage.Sandra flinched, but she didn't pull away. I
claimed by the biker chapter 3:the wet dream
Please... ahh, slow, I gasped. My voice was barely steady, trembling under the overwhelming flood of sensations crashing through my body. Every nerve ending screamed as waves of pleasure built up inside me, making my limbs weak and my breath hitch uncontrollably. My skin felt like it was on fir
claimed by the biker chapter 2: the encounter
I stepped into the bar with a singular, cold focus. Two things. That was it. I wanted the money that was owed to me, and then I wanted to go home, drown my head in whiskey, and find a wet pussy to help me forget the day. I moved toward the counter, my boots heavy against the floorboards. There
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