All Chapters of The Disgraced Biker Princess as His Mafia Pet : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lena's POV I stared at him for a long moment, the heavy silence hanging between us like an insurmountable wall. "I'm just disappointed, Nikolai," I whispered softly.Without waiting for his response, I pulled away from his gentle grip, walked over to the bed, and climbed under the covers. I turned my back to him, staring blindly into the darkness. He stood by the bed for what felt like an eternity before I heard his soft footsteps retreat toward his room. I closed my eyes, letting sleep claim me, desperate to escape the bitter taste of broken expectations.The next morning, I woke up alone. My heart felt heavy, lingering on the memory of last night's fight, but I took a deep breath and forced myself out of bed. I refused to let his shortcomings ruin a fresh day. I showered, dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a casual top, and headed downstairs.I fully expected the house to be empty, assuming Nikolai had already left for wo

Lena's POV The world went into an absolute tailspin as the bike hit the pavement, metal scraping violently against the asphalt. Instinct took over before my brain could process the danger. I slammed my boots down, fighting the momentum with every ounce of strength in my arms, wrestling the thrashing handlebars until I somehow managed to keep us from flipping over entirely.Behind me, Nikolai was already moving. He yanked his phone from his coat, his voice a bark of pure, ice-cold command into the receiver. "We’re hit on the coastal highway! Intercept the tailing vehicles now, do not let them close the gap!"He jammed the phone away, his hands instantly locking back around my waist. "Drop the bike, Lena! Let me take the controls!""No!" I shouted back through the rushing wind, my teeth gritted as I forced the limping, damaged bike back into a straight line. "I know how to handle a blown tire on a heavy frame! I’m faster th

Nikolai's POV I stared at the broken man hanging from the ceiling, my expression an unreadable mask. His words echoed in the cold dampness of the cell, but a part of me refused to blindly accept it. Alexei setting up an ambush was believable, but the logistics, the sheer confidence of the attack, it still didn't add up. Regardless, the prisoner had served his purpose. He had nothing left to give me. Without a word, I flicked my wrist, spinning the cylinder one last time. I didn't bother placing the barrel against my own head again. If the next chamber had been loaded when I held it to my temple moments ago, I would have been dead on the floor right now. But I had no time to dwell on how close I had danced with death. I raised the revolver, aimed directly between the attacker's eyes, and pulled the trigger.

Lena's POV When I opened my eyes, the familiar high-ceilinged room told me I was back in Nikolai’s suite at the main estate. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavy, like lead. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner.I pushed myself up against the headboard, wincing at the lingering soreness in my muscles, when his voice cut through the silence."Are you awake?"I sat up straighter, my gaze following the sound toward the adjoining bathroom door. Nikolai stood in the doorway.He was freshly changed into a crisp shirt, and as he stepped closer, the sharp, clean scent of soap and his expensive cologne drifted over me. I swung my legs off the edge of the bed, about to walk toward him, but the second my eyes met his, my feet glued themselves to the floor.His dark eyes were devoid of the warmth I had seen on the motorcycle—they were comple

Lena's POV I fought against him but to no avail, Nikolai was stronger than me, turning my struggles to a child's play.“Nikolai, please don't do this. I swear I didn't mean to lie to you—” I gasped when he pulled the dress over my head and then his hand went into my undies.I heard the faint sound of ripping fabric before cold air greeted my sensitive skin between my legs. “Nikolai, what are you doing? You promised you would never hurt me?”He paused, tilting his head to the side. The dark look in his eyes scared me. “Really? Am I the only one who made promises?” He scoffed, his hand grabbed my jaw. “You know how much I despise lies, yet you did worse. You betrayed me.”He got up, releasing me immediately. I sighed in relief, propping myself up on my elbows when I saw him taking off his shirt and then undoing his trousers. He pulled the belt and wrapped it around his hand and tensed, unable to move. Was he going