Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

JAXSON.The second I ripped that bastard off her, I didn’t see a club anymore. I only saw red.Her shirt was half off. Her shorts are loose. His fucking hands are all over her.I pulled her top up, covering her, then pulled her shorts back into place. My blood was boiling, fists shaking with how bad I wanted to kill him. But before I could open my mouth, the guy came at me swinging.His fist cracked against my jaw. My head snapped back. The room spun for a half second.Tessa’s voice cut through, sharp and furious. “Jaxson, stop it! Leave it alone—you’re making a scene!”Scene? My girl was against the wall with this fucker’s hands on her and she thought I gave a shit about a scene?I turned back to the bastard, rage pulsing through my veins. My fist connected with his face once, twice, three times, hard enough that his nose split open, blood streaming down. He tried to block, tried to swing again, but I pinned him against the wall and drove my knuckles into him until his lips split and

TESSA.Within seconds, Jaxson was on the bed, his thick cock standing tall, aimed straight at my face.“Why are you—” The words barely left my mouth before he pushed his cock in, cutting me off. His hand clamped into my hair, fingers fisting tight, holding me where he wanted.My eyes flew wide, but his gaze was already locked on mine. Cold, sharp, and possessive.“Why the fuck are you talking?” His voice was deep, his thrusts unrelenting. He pushed deeper, forcing me to gag. “Suck.”The command vibrated through me, a shock to my chest. I should’ve bitten him, should have ended it right there. That was what any sane version of me would’ve done. But sanity slipped the second his taste hit my tongue. Salty, hot, and intoxicating. My body betrayed me before my mind could fight back.My tongue slid along him, slow at first, like I was testing myself. Then faster and hungrier. My lips wrapped tighter, my throat opening to take him deeper.The ropes dug into my wrists and my ankles, every mov

TESSA.Monday mornings were hell, but this one dragged worse than usual. I sat at my desk, doodling circles in the corner of my notebook, pretending to listen while the teacher went on and on. My mind wasn’t here. It was still replaying Friday night, Jaxson’s stupid smirk, the way he said I belonged to him like I was some toy he picked up off a shelf.I shut that thought down fast. No. That was over. Whatever happened, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t his. I’d never be his.When the bell rang, I shoved my books into my bag and spotted Nova waiting near my locker, her hair in two messy braids like she rolled out of bed five minutes ago.“There you are,” she said, grinning. “Rough weekend?”I gave her a look, shutting my locker. “You have no idea. Actually, yeah—you do. I need to stay away from your brother.”Nova’s grin turned into a smirk. “Which one? You’ve got options.”I groaned. “Don’t start. You know who I’m talking about.”She laughed, leaning against the lockers. “So you’re officiall

JAXSONThe house was silent when we got home.Nobody was talking. The kind of silence that only happens when everyone’s waiting for Father to speak first.Father sat behind his desk, cigar balanced between two fingers. He hadn’t said a word yet. Just leaned back in his chair, with his eyes locked on the cigar between his fingers.Ryder sat across from him, shoulders square, hands resting on his knees. Cole had dropped into the other chair, leg bouncing just enough to show he wasn’t as calm as he wanted people to think. Nova and I stood behind them, side by side, not saying a damn thing.The only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. Tick. Tick. Tick. Like it wanted to remind us of the kind of trouble the serpents had gotten into.Finally, he lit the cigar, drew on it deep, and blew the smoke out in one heavy cloud. His eyes cut across Ryder. “What happened tonight?”Ryder cleared his throat. His voice was steady, but there was that weight in it, the kind you only had when you knew

TESSA.I walked into the lecture hall already late. The professor was already writing across the board, his voice rolling steady over the room. A few students glanced up, then back down at their notes.Nova caught my eye the second I walked in. Her eyebrows lifted. I must have looked worse than I thought. I kept my head down, moving toward her. The only empty seat was next to her, halfway up the row.She leaned closer as I sat. “What happened?” Her voice was low but sharp with concern.“Nothing,” I whispered, staring at my notebook even though I wasn’t writing anything. My throat burned.“Don’t give me that,” she murmured.I lifted my chin slightly, tilting my face up, blinking hard. If I looked up, maybe the tears would roll back instead of down. My chest ached from holding it in.Nova didn’t wait. She reached over, squeezed my wrist, then tugged at my bag. “Come on.”I shook my head. “Class—”“I don’t care,” she said quietly but firmly. “Let’s go.”She stood, slinging both our bags