Todos os capítulos de Tempted By My Ex-Husband's Biker Uncle: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

Alina I immediately unstrapped the platforms and stepped off the stage barefoot. The sticky, cold floor sent a shiver straight up my spine. I hurried to keep up with his long strides, carrying the heavy boots in one hand. We climbed the grated iron stairs to a second-floor catwalk that overlooked the entire club. It led down a narrow hallway lined with heavy wooden doors. The air up here smelled intensely of stale cigarette smoke and leather. Gabriel stopped in front of the last door at the end of the hall. He unlocked it with a heavy brass key and pushed it open. "In," he ordered. I stepped past him, my bare arm brushing against the thick leather of his cut. A jolt of electric heat sparked at the contact, but I ignored it, stepping into the room. It was tiny and bare. A thin mattress lay directly on the concrete floor, covered in a faded gray blanket. There was a small, rusted sink in the corner, a single exposed lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, and a small, barred window t

Alina Gabriel didn’t look at the crowd. He didn’t yell at the men to shut up. He didn't have to. His lethal presence was enough to suck the air out of the room. He didn’t offer his hand to help me up. Instead, he stepped closer, his thighs pressing against the edge of the raised stage. His hazel eyes brunt with a dark, furious intensity that was fixed solely on me. "Get up." Gabriel’s rough voice rumbled. It wasn't a request. It was an absolute command. "I can't…" I choked out, a single tear escaping and tracking through my makeup. "My hands—" "Then don't use your fucking hands." His voice was barely audible over the roaring music, but it commanded my entire body. I swallowed hard. Gabriel stepped closer, pressing his thighs right against the edge of the stage. Then, he reached out and wrapped his large, ringed hands around my bare waist. A violent, electric shock shot straight through my core the second his skin touched mine. "Use me." He commanded in a low, dan

AlinaI couldn't move. My feet were cemented to the sticky wooden floor. I could only hear the violent rushing of blood in my ears.His hand slowly slid from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his fingers curling into my hair with a painfully familiar grip."Turn around, darling," Liam whispered, his breath ghosting over my ear. "Look at your husband."I slowly turned, my body trembling so violently I thought my knees would give out.Liam. He was dressed in a pristine, charcoal-gray tailored suit, his golden-blond hair perfectly styled, his handsome face curved into a cruel smile. He looked like a prince who had accidentally wandered into hell.But I knew the truth. He was the devil himself.His eyes, a pale, icy blue, raked down my body. They took in the smeared makeup, the oversized, faded black t-shirt, the tiny velvet shorts and the platform boots.His smile widened. "Look at you, Alin." Liam laughed, a soft, mocking sound that sliced straight through my chest. "My beautiful, el