Semua Bab Claimed By The Biker King: Bab 31 - Bab 40

JarekThe hallway outside Sable’s room felt too quiet.I walked the length of it without really seeing anything in front of me. My mind was still stuck on the same image it had been replaying since the moment I stepped away from her door.Her arm.The bruise.Luke’s hand wrapped around it.My jaw tightened as I took the stairs two at a time.Downstairs the club was alive the way it always was after dark. Music rolled through the common room, the bass thudding low through the floorboards. Someone laughed too loudly near the pool table. Bottles clinked behind the bar.Normal.Everything sounded normal.But there was nothing normal about the pressure building behind my ribs.By the time I reached the bar I already knew who I was looking for.Bryce sat on a stool with a beer in front of him, elbows resting on the counter. Marcus leaned beside him, halfway through a story that cut off the moment they saw my face.Bryce frowned slightly.“What’s up?”I stopped in front of them.“Why the fuc

SableMy hand still felt warm when I walked out of Jarek’s room.Warm and very aware of exactly what it had just been touching.I forced my face into something neutral as I walked down the hallway, even though my heart was still beating like I’d just sprinted a mile. The entire encounter replayed in my head on a loop—his stupid smug grin, the way he’d dared me to come get the panties, the heat of him under my palm.God.I needed a drink.Maybe several.The clubhouse bar was loud when I got downstairs. Music thumped from the speakers near the pool table, the bass vibrating through the floor. A couple of the guys were playing darts in the corner while someone else shouted at the football game on the television.Normal chaos.It helped.At least a little.I slid onto a stool beside Hannah and signaled the bartender for a whiskey.Hannah looked up from where she was half draped across Bryce’s shoulder and immediately narrowed her eyes at me.“Well,” she said slowly. “You look like someone

SableI’m just standing there completely naked, stunned, and suddenly very aware that the game of chicken had just taken a turn I hadn’t expected.He glanced back over his shoulder as he walked toward the door.“What?”“You’re just leaving?”He lifted the lace slightly between his fingers.“I got what I came here for.”I stared at him, something sharp and frustrated twisting low in my stomach.“You’re not going to fuck me?”The words slipped out before I could stop them.Jarek didn’t move.Didn’t even turn all the way around.“You didn’t tell me to.”His voice was calm. Too calm.“You told me to take them from you.” He lifted the lace slightly again. “Which I did.”My pulse spiked.“That’s not—”“I told you,” he cut in, finally turning to face me fully, “I’d be here when you’re ready.”His eyes dragged over my body again, slower this time. Hungrier.“But I don’t think you are.”Heat flared up my neck.“What, you want me to actually say it?”“Yes.”No hesitation. No teasing.Just… certa

 Sable I woke up slowly, like my body wasn’t entirely sure it wanted to face reality yet. For a few seconds, I just lay there, eyes still closed, wrapped in that heavy, quiet kind of stillness that comes after a long night. The sheets were warm, tangled around my legs, the room faintly lit by the morning sun slipping through the curtains. Then awareness hit. My body felt it first. A dull, lingering ache in places that made heat creep up my neck before my brain even caught up. My eyes

SableThe garage didn’t feel the same after Marcus left.It should have. Nothing had actually changed. The same tools were scattered across the workbench, the same half-finished projects lined the walls, and the same quiet hum of the space settled around me like it always did. But the silence now felt heavier, like his words had sunk into the air and refused to leave.Not everything is always as it seems.I exhaled slowly, dragging my hand down my face as I stared at the clipboard in front of me without really seeing it.“Yeah,” I muttered under my breath, “that clears everything right up.”The checklist blurred, my focus slipping no matter how hard I tried to force it back. Every time I thought I had a grip on my thoughts, they circled right back to the same place—him, the way he’d been acting, the way I’d been reacting.The way I cared more than I should.That realization alone was enough to irritate me.I straightened, slamming the clipboard down with more force than necessary. Sta