Semua Bab The Biker King's Bride : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Vivienne’s POVMoans filled my ears, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of it. I pressed my eyes shut, but all it did was amplify the nightmare I was already having. “Does that hurt, baby?” Grant’s words filled my ears. With each thrust inside her, I felt my world crumble around me. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock.”“Yes.” She moaned, her sultry voice hitting the mirrored ceilings in our room. A thin line of sweat covered her forehead, and if the way her eyes rolled to the back meant anything, it was the fact that she was enjoying herself. A little too much if you asked me. “Yes baby. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good.”“You're definitely tighter than my wife, Vee.” Grant's words had slapped me in the face. “Fuck, I'd choose you over her anytime any day.” I wasn't sure which hurt most, the fact that my presence did nothing to stop my husband from cheating on me, or the fact that he had gone ahead to rub it in my face. “Just look at her.” Gr

Ronan’s POV I didn't know much about the woman in front of me, but one thing was certain; she wasn't pleased with my response. I held her gaze, and as time slowly ticked by, I held back the urge to laugh. Her wide blue eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights, and her pink cheeks made her nothing short of an embarrassed high schooler. Against my better judgement, I found my eyes trailing down her neck, before settling on her cleavage. The line didn't leave much to the imagination, and her perky boobs were strained against the thin layer of cotton she was wearing, and I struggled to figure out if she was stressed or something else. “Did you hear that fellas?” Damien, one of the guys wheezed. “Boss, is getting married! We have a wedding to plan!”Everyone joined in on the laughter again, well everyone except the lady in front of me. “We'll need a flower boy.” I grinned widely. “What do you say Justin? Will you do the honors? I think….”“You might think this is funny.” She lean

Vivienne’s POV I slowly peeled my eyes open, and what I saw next, wasn't what I'd expected at all. I'd woken up to warmth. Solid and steady warmth. My head swirled a bit, but somehow, whatever I was laying on, served like some sort of cushion I had no idea I needed. From the corner of my eyes, I could make out the feel of something like a leather jacket. I'd always thought them to be uncomfortable, but right now, I could lay all over this one and not want to wake up at all. For a second, I allowed myself to melt into it, the low hum of the engine lulling me in ans out of sleep. I cozied into my firm but soft backdrop, until I noticed something. It wasn't just moving, but rising and falling with each breath too. Wait. My heart slammed in my chest as my brain caught up. I wasn't in a bed. I wasn't even in the motel from last night. I was in a car, and I was lying on Ronan. Shit. His shoulder was beneath me, firm and unyielding. Like that wasn't mortifying enough, one of his ar

Vivienne's POV I stood in front of the vanity, still wrapped in nothing but a silly robe I hadn't bothered to tie properly. The dim golden lightning in Ronan's bedroom cast a soft glow on my bare thighs as I stared at my reflection, unmoving. Makeup lay on top of the glossy surface, and with the dresses spread and strewn across the bed, one would think a tornado had just rocked these four walls, but I knew better. I'd tried to pick out something earlier, something that made a statement, something that matched tonight's vibes, but everything I picked was either screaming too much or not enough. And fun fact, I didn't want to go. At all. I didn't want to go to some party with leather clad men and hungry eyed women. I didn't want to be anywhere near a place where I was going to have to be all smiles and pretend like I belonged on Ronan's arms. Because I didn't. I wasn't his queen. I was just a pawn, a part of a deal that I was seriously starting to regret and …The sound of the bedr