All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ronan's POV I’d been looking for her for hours, and still, nothing. There was still no glimpse of her hair, no sound of her voice, and not even the damn smell of her perfume. She was good at disappearing, I’d give her that, too good if I was being him with myself, and every second she stayed hidden, my patience frayed thinner, snapping like a live wire under too much weight.I honestly thought trying to save her from Maverick and Lana was going to do the trick. Heck, Vivienne was a firecracker that hardly needed saving, but I guess for once, just once I actually thought she was going to give her the chance to intervene. I was thos down for a hint that she was willing to end whatever silent and cold war we were in, but apparently, I was wrong. I wasn’t built for silence. I wasn’t built for her walking past me like I didn’t exist, and I wasn't built for the distractions turning up at every point. My mind tempted me to walk down the one path I was avoiding, but I pulled myself out of t

Vivienne's POV I didn’t sleep. Not really, and it didn't help that no matter how hard I tried, the gift of sleep just wasn't bestowed on me last night. I knew I wasn't exactly mother nature's favorite, but I didn't think it was this bad. Hell, even criminals and worse people could sleep whenever they wanted to, and yet, an innocent being like me just couldn't bring my body to relax and drift into an unconscious state, even if it was just for a couple of hours. I'd tried everything, but none of them worked. I'd tried counting sheep, I even tried to sing myself a lullaby, and at one point, I deliberated heading to the kitchen to sneak myself a glass of milk. I heard it helped with sleeping, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Why? One, since Ronan was nowhere near our room, it meant he was somewhere around the house, and since our last talk hadn't gone well, the last thing I wanted was to talk to him at all, and two, a part of me just screamed that the only thing he was going t

Ronan's POV I told myself I’d done the right thing. I'd weighed the choice between my heart and my mind, and I had chosen to go along with my mind because that was the most logical reason. Lana knew the logistics, she knew every mother fucking detail as well too. She might have upped and left at some point, but it didn't negate the fact that she belonged here, way before Vivienne even knew that bikers existed in the world. Lana had been handling preparations for years, and Vivienne, hell, she wasn’t ready. Not yet, not one bit. Putting her in that position would’ve been like throwing her to the wolves, setting her up for drags and what not, and I couldn’t afford mistakes when the whole damn club was watching.That was the truth. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I'd lost count of the number of times I'd muttered the same words to myself, but nothing changed. The image of her wouldn’t let me be. Even when I blinked, it felt like I was reliving that moment all over again

Vivienne's POVI'd heard people say they'd felt heaven on earth, at one point in their lives, but I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced it, until now that is. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find the words for it. In fact, it felt like my brain had temporarily shut down and the only thing my body registered, was the the full throb of my pussy underneath me. My pussy and thighs were slick with the residue of my climax. It was still drying on my body, but believe me when I said that it didn't make it any less hotter. I was reeling, utterly exposed, my chest heaving, as Ronan’s hands swept over my body. It was impossible to ignore him and the fact that he'd taken me to heaven and back only meant I wouldn't be forgetting him anytime soon, like he was going to let that happen. I came back to reality as one hand cupped the weight of my breast, thumb teasing my nipple, while the other slid down to squeeze the curve of my ass.“God, Vivienne,” he murmured, before slapping my ass

Vivienne's POV The drive back to Ronan’s mansion was a suffocating kind of silent, and I hated it. He hadn't uttered a word since he walked out of that room, and I hadn't dared to break the stillness either. It was a miracle how I was able to find him after he'd dismissed Lana. For some strange reason, I couldn't bring myself to move after Lana had threatened me. I wasn't scared, not exactly, but I just couldn't shake off the fact that she had threatened me. Maybe a small part of me was waiting and hoping that she would come back, and Ronan would catch her threatening me. Then, he would know she had always been the problem, not me. Another what if, that popped up at the back of my mind, even though it repulsed me greatly, was Maverick’s proposal. I would be lying if I said I'd forgotten about it. It echoed in my mind every opportunity it got, but I didn't want to believe I'd been waiting behind because I wanted him to find me. Perhaps, if Maverick had walked up to me then,I wou