All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

When the car door slams shut behind me, I instantly spin around and try to open the door. Of course, the child locks are on, and I bang my fists on the glass in frustration. Before I register that I am not alone, strong hands clasp me around the waist, and I am lifted onto Maxime's lap, and my arms are pinned at my sides. I try to struggle free, much to his amusement, and if the monster poking my ass is anything to go by, it is arousing him too.'You keep this up, beautiful, and I am going to pin you down and fuck you right here.'He smirks, and I freeze my chest heaving as I pant against him. I hear him groan, and then, before I know what is happening, he is kissing me, hard and possessively. To my chagrin, I resist him for about three seconds, and then my hands are around his neck, and I am tugging him closer, kissing him back hungrily. He breaks the kiss, chuckling as he whispers in my ear.'I fully intend to kiss every part of your delectable body, little tigress, but first you owe

I knew my nationality would become a problem. 'How could it not be?'I thought miserably as Maxime's words sank in. 'I was a Russian, and he was a member of the American Air Force; we were natural enemies. It did not matter that I had been born and bred in the USA, or that I had never been to the Motherland. No one would care that I was more American Eagle than Russian Bear because, thanks to my father, stamped on my birth certificate was Bratva Principessa. I was condemned before I even understood why. Leon had been coming back from his girlfriend's when I literally ran into him. He caught me before I could face plant the driveway, and thankfully took one look at my tear-stained face and turned around to take me home. He did not ask me any questions, just dropped me off at my penthouse and told m

I'm sat at the back of the lecture theatre only half listening to Mrs Rainer. Statistics are boring and this woman could send the most the nerdiest nerd to sleep. I am luckier than most because I have the kind of memory that retains this stuff so being sidetracked during her lectures doesn't mean I'll miss anything. Surrupticiously, I glance under my lashes across the room at Leon and his friends, they are sat in a group with the girls looking up at him hungrily. I frown when I see the two guys who joined his group a couple of weeks into the semester. They are both staring at me appraisingly, being quite blatant about it and I feel a shiver race down my spine. Something is going on with the two of them and I can't quite put my finger on it, before I can make any further assessment Mrs Rainer calls for our attention as she hands out our assignments for next week. At the end of the lesson she asks me to stay behind to go through my previous assessment, not because I've got anything wron

'How could he do this to me a second time?'I thought as I lay still listening to them talking.I wanted to scream, and I wanted to cry, but that wouldn't get me anywhere. More importantly, I wanted to kill Killian O'Hara.I had thought he understood. I wanted a little taste of the freedom that had been denied me all my life. I thought he had granted me that freedom when he let me go and live in the city. Maybe, if he had waited, I would have found my own way back to him. The feelings I had for Maxime were still developing, and maybe nothing would have become of them. All I had wanted was the right to make my own choices, and that had been forcibly taken away from me once again. Killian O'Hara had made a very big mistake. This was not the great romantic gesture he thought it was. Any feelings I may have had for him had died the minute I realised he was the one who had kidnapped me again. I shut down my

'Seriously? The fucking audacity of the man! He expected me to be pleased he had kidnapped me and dragged me to fucking Ireland?'Inside, I was raging, but I showed none of that to him. That's what he wanted. To get a reaction from me, I continued to stare impassively at him and watched while he totally lost it. I knew exactly what would happen when his father saw the way he was treating me. I adored Killian's Pa; he had always been kind and gentle toward me, and I was right.'Put that poor fucking girl down and take those handcuffs off her.'He ordered Keane, who had just thrown me over his shoulder. In an instant, I was set on my feet, and the handcuffs were removed, but I had been held like that for so long, coupled with my sprained ankle pain spiked through my body like red-hot pokers. I collapsed, and the last thing I remembered was a soft voice.'Ahh, ye, poor wee colleen. Now don't ye be worryin'. Sure, and we'll soon have ye as right as rain, little one.'I woke up in a soft,