Todos os capítulos de Claimed By The Biker King: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

SableSomething was wrong the second Marcus walked into the garage.Not panic. Not chaos. Nothing loud or frantic.Worse.Control.That immediately made my stomach tighten.Because men like them only got quiet when something bad enough had happened that anger alone wasn’t useful anymore.The kind that only happened when both him and Jarek were trying very hard not to lose their shit.Marcus didn’t tease me when he came over to where I sat flipping absentmindedly through Hannah’s book. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t steal a kiss. He just held a hand out toward me.“C’mere, baby doll.”That alone made my stomach tighten.I slid off the couch immediately. “What happened?”Marcus’s jaw flexed once before he answered.“Jarek wants to talk upstairs.”Oh.That wasn’t good.The walk through the clubhouse felt strange after that. Too many eyes following us. Too many conversations lowering when we passed by. By the time we reached the upstairs hallway, my pulse had already started climbing.Jarek stood n

SableMarcus’s hand tightened gently on the belt. I dropped to my hands and knees without thinking, the hardwood cool under my palms. Marcus walked beside me, keeping just enough tension on the leash that I felt every step. The humiliation and arousal twisted together so tightly I could barely breathe.When I reached the bed, Jarek held out his hand. Marcus placed the end of the belt in his palm without a word. Jarek gave it a light tug, pulling me closer between his spread thighs.Marcus grabbed two pillows off the bed and dropped them onto the floor in front of Jarek. I shifted one beneath my knees. Jarek’s gaze flicked to Marcus.“You too,” he said. “On your knees.”Marcus dropped down beside me without hesitation.Jarek’s hand stayed loose on the leash, just enough pressure to remind me it was there. I leaned in first, dragging my tongue slowly up the underside of his cock. Marcus joined me a second later, his mouth hot on the other side. We worked him together—tongues sliding, l

 SableThe fundraiser tournament was packed enough that the entire compound felt alive beneath my feet.Music thundered through the walls while bikers crowded around tournament tables yelling over pool games and beer bottles. Smoke curled thickly through the air from cigarettes and grills outside, mixing with leather, sweat, whiskey, and gasoline until the whole place smelled unmistakably like home.And somehow, despite all of it, despite the noise and chaos and constant movement around us, Jarek and Marcus still managed to keep track of me every second.Marcus’s hand brushed the small of my back every time somebody passed too close behind me. Jarek stood planted at my side like a six-foot-four territorial warning sign, one arm hooked loosely around my waist while he talked to Santos about something tournament related. Every few minutes one of them touched me somehow without even seeming to think about it. Fingers again

JarekBryce hit the alley at a jog with two prospects behind him before stopping dead at the sight waiting for him.Kandy sat slumped against the brick wall barely conscious, blood running down her face and soaking into the front of her shirt while one eye had already swollen nearly shut. Her dark hair completely wrecked, and the fake tattoo smeared across her neck looked ridiculous now beneath the blood and sweat.Bryce blinked once.Then slowly looked at Marcus.“…Jesus fucking Christ, what happened?”Marcus took a drag from his cigarette before exhaling calmly into the cold night air.“Sable happened.”Honestly?Under different circumstances, I probably would’ve laughed.Because my girl had absolutely wrecked her.The alley itself looked like evidence from a crime scene. Blood streaked the concrete wall where Sable had smashed Kandy’s face into it, and one of the fake cat-eye glasses lenses glittered near the dumpster where it had shattered.But the humor died almost immediately be

  Sable The van finally started slowing down nearly an hour later. Every muscle in my body tightened instantly. The road beneath us changed from pavement to rough gravel, the tires crunching loudly underneath the vehicle while the suspension bounced hard enough to rattle my already aching body against the metal wall behind me. The two men riding with me straightened slightly too, and judging by the sudden shift in atmosphere inside the cargo area, we’d finally reached whoever they’d been transporting me to.