Semua Bab His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I immediately walked out before he could speak again, my chest tight and burning with emotions I didn’t want him to see. The tension between us was suffocating, curling around my ribs until it felt like I couldn’t draw a full breath. I inhaled deeply through my nose, willing my pulse to steady, but it didn’t work.No. I don’t believe he would actually do what he threatened. He says things to hurt me, to control me, to make me bend. Still… the way his eyes looked at me, the weight of his voice, clung to my skin like smoke. Of course I’m still a virgin. That’s exactly why the threat scared me so badly. I know what he meant. Or… am I just letting my mind turn filthy, imagining meanings that aren’t there?Grrr. I hate it.I hated that even in my anger, I was still thinking about him, still carrying him inside my thoughts like some curse I couldn’t shake.That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw his face furious, unyielding, leaning toward me. The way his hand had gri

His words didn’t register at first. They sank in slowly, like poison in my veins, until my pulse stuttered and my mouth went dry.“What?” I breathed, stunned, my voice barely a whisper.Draven’s gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened, the edges of his expression cutting into me like glass.“You heard me.” His voice was smooth, deliberate, merciless.“Lick it. So eager to fix what you ruined? Prove it.”Heat burned up my neck. My lips parted, but nothing came out. It wasn’t just humiliation, though that clawed at me. It was how he said it, like the act wasn’t about cleaning, but about putting me in my place. Reminding me what I was worth. Nothing.“I…” My voice faltered under the weight of his stare. “That’s not…”His phone rang.The sharp tone sliced through the air. Without looking away, he fished it from his pocket and answered.“What,” he snapped, voice dropping into that clipped, dangerous tone he used when someone was seconds from regretting calling.I didn’t move. My chest

Draven’s Point of viewThe woman’s lips slid over me, warm and wet, and I leaned back against the headboard, letting out a low, rough sound that wasn’t quite a moan. She was good, better than most, skilled in a way that came from practice and intent. Every flick of her tongue, every slow draw had a precision that could have made me forget everything else.But I didn’t.No matter how good she was, Liora’s face kept bleeding into the edges of my mind.That damned face, soft but stubborn, looking up at me with those eyes that never seemed to learn. The ones that made me want to break her just to see them shatter. The way she flinched when the woman had taunted her earlier, the way her hands had kept scrubbing that sink like her life depended on it… it clawed at me. And I hated that it did.The woman between my legs hummed, misreading the sound in my throat as pleasure meant for her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her to keep going. Harder. Faster.Focus, Draven.I needed the

Draven’s Point of viewThe door shut behind me with a finality that rattled in my skull, louder than it should have.I stood there in the hall, breathing hard, my hand still on the knob like I might turn it again. The thought came uninvited going back in there, taking her again, pushing her until she broke completely. The bond between us was still humming, low and alive, making my fingers itch.But I didn’t.Instead, I pulled my hand away and flexed it, trying to shake off the phantom feel of her skin. My knuckles were tight, the muscles in my jaw locked so hard it hurt.Whiskey. I needed more whiskey.The liquor I’d had before hadn’t done a damn thing to quiet her in my head, and now, after… after that, it was worse. Her taste was still on my tongue, her breath still warm in my memory. That look in her eyes, defiance twisted with something she didn’t want me to see, kept flashing behind my eyelids every time I blinked.I stalked down the hall toward my room, my boots hitting the wood

Luna’s words echoed long after she left me alone in that suffocating room.Forget what happened last night.As if forgetting were possible. My body bore the bruises, my soul the cracks. Every time I blinked, I saw him above me, his eyes dark, his voice low and cruel, the bond between us twisted into a weapon he wielded. And the most shameful truth of all was that I hadn’t fought him as hard as I should have. Because I loved him. Because I still wanted him, even when every part of me should have run.But now, sitting in the silence, clutching the blanket like it could hold me together, I realized something I hadn’t dared admit until now.This wasn’t love. And if I stayed, Draven would break me until nothing was left.The thought of him touching me again should have filled me with dread, but instead it left a hollow ache in my chest. That hollow told me I was already too far gone, already too bound to him in ways that made no sense. I couldn’t trust myself around him anymore.I needed