All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MilaTwo hours.That’s how long I had sat in the room, staring outside from the window. Waiting. I hated waiting. The wind had turned into a biting freeze.I knew the truth.He wasn’t coming.He meant it when he told me not to wait.But I had played the whore. I had been stubborn. I had left the door unlocked, laid myself out like a banquet and yet, he had rejected the invitation."Stupid." I whispered to myself. "You are so stupid, Mila."Then I finally stood up. My knees felt stiff.I felt like the desperate housewife Caleb always treated me as… waiting for a man who had better things to do than save someone’s future wife. I was just a game to Ryan. And now that he had won the mental game on the roof, he didn't need the physical trophy.I walked to the window and my hand found the cold brass handle to grip on.I was going to lock them. I was going to crawl into that bed and cry until I fell asleep.But as soon as my hand touched the glass, I caught my reflection in the dark pane.

MilaCaleb.My fiance was standing three inches of wood away from where I was currently pinned against a mirror, naked, covered in sweat with Reaper buried deep inside me.I opened my mouth to talk, to gasp, to do something but Reaper’s hand came instantly over my lips, stifling the sound.Ryan wouldn't let me talk. He didn't care about Caleb. He looked... exhilarated.His eyes were locked on mine in the mirror, dark and burning with a sick, twisted amusement. He didn't pull out. In fact, he pushed his hips forward and buried his dick to the hilt, stretching me so wide I saw stars.“Mila?” Caleb’s voice came again. Then I heard the jiggle of the doorknob. He was trying to open the door.Thank God I had locked it.Ryan leaned forward and pressed his chest against my back while his erection throbbed inside me.He moved his lips to my ear. "Answer him." Ryan whispered against my skin. "But don't you dare tell him to come in."He pulled his hand off my mouth but kept his grip on my throa

Reaper I downshifted, the engine popping and growling as I slowed the beast down.I turned the bike around at the end of the strip and rode back toward the starting line.The crowd was going wild. Reapers were pounding on their chests, holding up wads of cash. The Iron Kings looked sullen, kicking at the dirt.I pulled up next to Justin, killing the engine. The silence that followed was ringing in my ears.I kicked the kickstand down and pulled off my helmet, shaking my hair out."Hell of a run, Reaper." Justin said, handing me a bottle of water. "You took that corner like you had a death wish."I took the water, drinking half of it in one go and pouring the rest over my head. "He blinked. I didn't."Brick rolled up a moment later. He didn't kill his engine immediately. He sat there, staring at me. Then finally, he cut it and climbed off. He walked over, ripping his gloves off."You have a death wish, Reaper?" He spat, wiping grease from his face."Only on Tuesdays." I said flatly"

MilaRyan turned to the crowd. "The Ransom is on! But since the 'Lady' wants to prove she has not property, we are changing the buy-in." Then he glanced at Brick. "If she wins, the Kings hand over the deed to the North End warehouse. Total control. No more side-bets."Brick’s eyes widened. "That’s a heavy price for one girl.""Take it or walk." Ryan challenged.Brick looked me up and down, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Deal. But if she loses... she doesn't just stay the night. She stays until I am bored."Ryan’s jaw ticked but he didn't blink. He shoved me toward the wooden spool.As I stumbled toward the chair, Ryan leaned down, his lips ghosting against my ear, his hand still tight in my hair. The heat of him was overwhelming. "Listen to me very carefully, Mila." He whispered. "If you lose a single hand, you do exactly what I tell you to do. In private."He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "And if you lose the game? Don't look for me to save you.

HavocThe fight was over as quickly as it started. The Kings were retreating, licking their wounds, their morale broken by the loss of the deed.But the dust was still choking me as I walked through the debris of the overturned spool. Cards were scattered everywhere like fallen leaves.My gaze fell on the trench coat. It was Mila’s.The expensive beige fabric was stained with grease and dirt in the mud. Next to it lay one of her high heels, the strap broken.I picked up the shoe."Mila!" I roared, spinning in a circle.My voice was cracky from the screaming match with the Kings and the chaos that followed. I shoved past a prospect who was clutching a bloody nose, nearly knocking him into the dirt."Has anyone seen my sister?" I grabbed Gunner by the vest. "Where is she?"Gunner looked at me, eyes widening. "I don't know, Havoc. Last I saw, she was behind the spool.""Find her!" I shoved him away and scanned the area.The Kings were gone. The Reapers were regrouping, celebrating the