All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I showered quickly, knowing Maxime would not be far behind me, scrubbing myself with the luxury items he always had available for me. The smell of the lemon and lime filled the bathroom as I washed my hair and conditioned it. Then I soaped my body, thinking of all the delicious things Maxime was going to do to me, and that's when I decided to tease him with a lap dance. I had never done anything like this before, but I wanted to throw away all my inhibitions with Maxime and do whatever he asked of me. I knew he was a Dominant and enjoyed the BDSM scene. Leon had hinted at it when he saw my interest in his older brother, and Killian had been disgustingly graphic about the things Dominants liked to do to the Subs, but I knew he had vastly exaggerated what a Sub had to do to scare me. If I was honest, submitting completely to Maxime terrified and excited me in equal measures. I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in the huge fluffy pale green towels. I was drying off my hair when I h

I glared angrily at Maxime while he held the door open for Marianne Mackenzie, my lawyer, who signalled for her team to follow her into the next room. I was furious, so I did not hear the click of the lock on the door as he turned to face me. Before I could say a word, he was on me, his lips crashing down on mine in a searing kiss that ignited every cell in my body and left me breathless. 'That's better.'He grinned down at me when he broke the kiss, and my legs buckled, allowing him to tighten his hold on me to keep me from collapsing into a hot, wet puddle of lust.'You really need to learn my rules, little tigress. From now on, you do not, ever, leave my bed without my permission. Is that understood?'I looked up into his beautiful pale blue eyes and felt his rising desire pressing against my belly; he pressed his forehead against mine, nuzzling my neck, sending bolts of electricity straight to my core. He knew I could not refuse him; he only had to brush his hand against my cheek,

I could not forget her.Killian O'Hara had promised he would let her keep in touch with me; that was almost a year ago, and every number he had given me no longer existed.The MC President had played me for a fool, and I did not take down Santino to become the Grand Don to be humiliated like this. Killian O'Hara was going to pay for that.Then my second, Sergi, had shown me the media frenzy surrounding the upcoming trial of the man himself, and I was shocked to learn the reason he was being held in custody was Tavisha Khushanov. I was intrigued. 'What had gone so badly wrong with those two? The last time I had seen them, she had run into his arms and held onto him for dear life.'I remembered it clearly; I had risked my own life to give her that freedom. My eyes closed as images of her naked and open

Dawn is breaking over my beautiful Sicily. I love this little island at the bottom of Italy; the pace of life is much slower here, and I know almost everyone who lives in my villages and towns. I sigh happily as I watch the sky fade from glorious pinks and oranges into the clearest pale blue, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore creating a symphony of peace. I can't wait to share all this natural beauty with the stunning natural beauty lying on my bed. The Doctor has said she will be waking up any time soon, so I finish the coffee Sophia has made for me and turn to pick up the tray she has prepared. Tavisha will be hungry and thirsty when she comes round and probably has a headache, so Sophia made up the tray with freshly squeezed orange juice and iced water, along with a bowl of berries, some bread and cheese and a box of Advil for any pain she may be in. She is going to be angry; I know this, and I will let her take it out on me. Hopefully, when I grab her hands and pull

A smile spreads across my face as I see the red dot flashing on the screen.'That's my clever girl.'I think as all my men link their devices to her tracker and the convoy of SUVs heads for the airport, where we board the jet bound for Sicily. Grand Don Matteo is planning a wedding; he is about to find that when the Priest asks if anyone objects, the most powerful man in the world is going to speak. I know there is nothing I can do to help my little tigress while the jet is in the air, so I settle into my seat and close my eyes. I have been running on adrenaline for almost seventy-two hours, and I am bone weary. This flight will take around eight to ten hours, and unless the world is about to end, I fully intend to sleep for most of them. I order my men to stand down and rest; they are elite fighting men and understand that sleep is an essential they cannot do without, so within an hour of us taking off, the lights in the cabin are dimmed, and we settle down to sleep.As I requested,