Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

ELARA’S POVI spent the entire morning trying to decide what to wear.“Something I can move in,” I muttered, staring at my pathetically small pile of clothes. But all I could think about was the romance novel from last night…it had kept me up until 3 a.m., my face burning hotter with each chapter.I finally settled on jeans and a black tank top. It was simple and. Comfortable. I hesitated over the bra, but with my cast, it was too awkward to put on properly anyway. The tank top was thick enough. Probably.A knock on my door made my pulse spike.“It’s me,” Knox’s voice called. “You ready?”I took a breath and opened the door.Knox stood there in his usual leather jacket and dark jeans. His eyes traveled over me slowly, lingering just a moment too long on my chest before meeting my gaze.“Hey,” I managed.“Hey.” His voice was rougher than usual. “You look good.”“Thank you”I smiled shyly.He cleared his throat. “We should go. Got somewhere I want to show you.”He led me downstairs and

ELARA’S POVThe sketch stared back at me, unfinished and haunting.I sat cross-legged on my bed, the drawing pad balanced on my good knee, my casted arm resting awkwardly in my lap. The pencil felt strange in my hand after weeks of not touching it…photography had been my medium for so long, I’d almost forgotten how much I used to love drawing.On the page, two figures emerged from rough lines and smudged shadows. My parents. Or what I could remember of them together.Mom’s smile…I’d captured that. The way it lit up her whole face, made her eyes crinkle at the corners.Dad standing beside her, with his hand on her shoulder, protective even in a simple sketch.But I couldn’t finish their eyes. Every time I tried, my hand froze, the pencil hovering uselessly over the paper.Because if I finished their eyes, I’d have to see them looking back at me. Would have to confront the fact that they were both gone. That I’d never see those eyes in real life again.Mom, buried years ago in a grave

ELARA’S POVShe felt soft and warm under me. Elara shifted on the sheets, her thighs parting just enough for me to settle between them, and fuck, the little sound she made…even asleep…went straight to my dick.I’d been starving for her all night.I dragged my tongue up the center of her pussy, savoring the way she was already slick and swollen for me before she even woke up. Her hips rolled instinctively, chasing my mouth, and I smiled against her pussy.Good girl.I focused on her clit…gentle at first, teasing flicks, then firmer pressure…and felt her thighs tremble over my shoulders. Her breathing changed, little hitches turning into soft moans, and I knew the exact second she woke up.Her eyes snapped open.“Knox!” Her voice wasshocked needy. Hands flew to my hair, gripping hard. “What are you…oh God…”I lifted my head just enough to let her see me…chin dripping, lips shiny with her sweet juices, eyes locked on hers like a predator who’d finally caught what he’d been hunting for y

ELARA’S POVI woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and Knox’s arm draped possessively across my waist. After I had gone to bed yesterday feeling miserable. He was waiting in my room for me.Every muscle in my body ached in the most delicious way. Between my legs felt tender, used, claimed. The sheets beneath us were still damp in places…evidence of what we’d done throughout the night.What he’d done to me.My face burned at the memory. The way he’d looked at me like I was something precious and profane all at once. The way he’d whispered filthy promises against my skin while making me come apart over and over until I’d forgotten my own name.Knox’s breathing was deep and even against my neck, his body curled around mine like he was trying to absorb me into himself even in sleep. His hand splayed across my stomach, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent shivers through me.I should feel guilty. I should feel ashamed. This was my brother’s enforcer. This was forbidden in eve

ELARA'S POV As I lay on the bed resting my mind drifted back to yesterday's training session with Tiny. I wanted more of that. I needed more of it.Knox had told me to stay away from any man, he was just a jealous freak. But that doesn’t mean I can’t practice on my own right?Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my shoes and headed downstairs.The house was quiet, most of the men probably at the church meeting with Rylan and Knox. I slipped out the back door into the morning sunshine.I walked to the backyard that was larger than I'd realized, stretching back into a small clearing before the forest took over. Someone had set up a makeshift training area near the tree line…another heavy bag, some weights, a few practice dummies.Perfect.I approached the heavy bag, remembering Tiny's instructions. Stance first. Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, hands up.I threw a punch. Then another. The satisfying thud of impact, the sting in my knuckles that said I was do