All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

'Maxime'My heart stops when my eyes meet his. It is like a jolt of electricity shooting through my body, lighting up every cell. I want to run into his arms and let him hold me against his chest. The longing is so intense it takes all of my strength not to act on my feelings. 'I love him.'I realise, noting my body's response to this beautiful man, that my nipples have pebbled against the silk material of my dress and I can feel the dampness between my legs.'Why have I only just realised my deep feelings for Maxime?'Fighting my feelings, it takes all of my inner resolve to push that love down into a box inside me and slam the lid down, locking it tightly. I cannot love Maxime. He is so special to me, and I have to protect him from

He really thought he could sweet-talk me into returning to him. After all he had put me through, he genuinely believed I would put it behind me and choose him. I knew he had been seeing Lianna from the moment I walked in on them. I may have been naive, but I wasn't stupid. I saw the way they looked at each other, and later that night, when Killian did not return to our room, I went to find him. I knew where to look too; I remember the pain tearing through my body when I stood in the doorway of the bar. Killian was bent over the desk in his office, pounding into a very naked Lianna. Also in that office were his four henchmen, Liam, Cormack, Sean and Keane, watching hungrily, hands on their cocks, pleasuring themselves as their President fucked his ex. Then, Keane, who, up until that moment, had been my friend and my bodyguard, looked up and locked eyes with me. He saw the pain Killian caused me, and he closed his eyes, gave me an imperceptible shake of the head, then turned his back o

'Oh dear, Killian O'Hara. First rule of war: Know your enemy, and the arrogant fool had no idea who I was.'He did not know I was the Colonel-in-Chief of the most Elite Squad of Men, so special they were all classified and on a need-to-know basis. Not even POTUS knew of our existence, and that meant we could go anywhere without any interference from politicians; we moved through war zones like a silent, deadly cloud, eliminating everything and everyone who stood between us and our goal. Unfortunately, that occasionally included women and children; we did our best to keep that casualty list to a minimum. Sadly, some of these women were so indoctrinated that they used their children as shields, believing the nonsense spouted by their Religious Leaders implicitly. They hid IEDs in their clothing, using them as living bombs in the hope of killing some of us. We tried so hard to persuade them not to do this; we hated having to collect the remains ofthese smallchildren so they could be buri

'... and the attitude.I warned her as I stripped out of my suit and shirt and into my low-slung, well-worn Levi's; she ignored me, sliding to the other side of the bed and standing up, keeping the bed between us.'You are not going to get away with this, Killian. I am not the innocent girl you kidnapped the first time. I will never submit to your demands, and if you try to touch me, I will scream rape so loud every MC member will hear what you are doing to me.'He smiled, that devastatingly pantie-dropping smile.'Oh baby, you will be screaming very soon, but it won't be rape. You will be begging me to fuck you hard with my cock pounding into your tight little pussy. Or perhaps it will be that tighter virgin ass. You don't want that, do you? It will hurt you when I thrust my huge cock into that tight little space, but you will take it. By the end of this night, I will reclaim every one of your fucking holes, little wife, and you will spread your legs wide and beg me to do it willingl

My heart stopped beating.She had meant every word she said.She hated me.She would rather be dead than have to stay with me.There would be no second chance, no reconciliation and then, as if things hadn't gone bad enough, the TV programme suddenly halted, and the Presenter announced they would be going over to CNN for an important news flash. 'Good evening, everyone. We have just received this news report from our colleague on the ground in Texas. Over to you, Archie Beaumont.'The screen cut to the docks where the figure of Maxime Jameson stood before the world's press, his face covered in bruises, and a small trickle of blood appeared on his split lip. He was dishevelled and wet from the soft drizzle coming in from the sea; it did not distract from his stunning good looks. He looked like he had just stepped off a James Bond movie. Around him, armed guards in American Military uniforms stood like sentinels, their eyes constantly surveying the area.'Hi, I am Maxime Jameson, Colon