All Chapters of The Biker’s Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The room slowly came back into focus, the loud, ragged sounds of our breathing filling the quiet space. Stone lay heavily on top of me for several minutes, his heart pounding like a bass drum against my chest, his thick cock slowly softening inside my dripping core.The high of the orgasm slowly faded, leaving behind a cold, heavy reality that settled over my chest like a block of concrete. The anger hadn't gone away; it had just been temporarily drowned out by the physical overload of our bodies. As the sweat dried on my skin, the realization of what had just happened made a fresh wave of tears pool in my eyes. I had given in. He had used my own body against me, and I had let him.Stone slowly pulled out of me, a wet, squelching sound that made me pull my legs together in shame. He rolled off me, lying on his back for a moment as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. But the softness didn't last. Within seconds, the cold, hard President of the Iron Reapers was back.He stood u

When he realized I wasn't going to break, his jaw clenched, the muscles along his sharp jawline tightening into hard ropes. He stood up from the bed, his massive frame blocking out the light once again. "The plate stays here. I expect it to be empty by the morning," he said, his tone shifting from tender to authoritative in a split second. He turned on his heel and walked out, the heavy door slamming shut behind him, followed by the familiar, sickening sound of the lock turning. That night was the beginning of a long, agonizing psychological war within the four walls of that bedroom. For three solid days, I chose total withdrawal. I didn't touch the heavy plates of food he brought up every night, letting them sit on the nightstand until the gravy congealed into a cold, greasy film. I didn't wash my face, I didn't brush my hair, and I didn't get under the blankets. I simply sat on the edge of the mattress during the day, watching the gray clouds pass over the concrete walls of the com

The weight of her advice slammed into my chest. To get out of the cage, I had to pretend to love the bars. I had to let the monster back into my bed, let him touch me, let him look at me with that proud, possessive smile, all while secretly counting down the days until I could plunge a knife into his back and run. It was a terrifying, toxic prospect, but as I looked around the beautiful, gilded prison cell, I knew she was right. Submission was my only weapon left. "I'll do it," I whispered, my voice hardening, a cold, calculating spark igniting deep within my soul for the first time in weeks. "I'll make him think I'm his again." "Good girl," Lexa said, squeezing my hands one last time before standing up and grabbing the empty tray. "I have to go before the prospect gets suspicious. Eat whatever he brings tonight, Tessa. Start playing the game." She slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. A moment later, the lock clicked back into place, but this time, the sou

He pulled back, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a heavy silver key, tossing it onto the nightstand. "I have to lead the main run down the highway in an hour. Every patch holder is rolling out. The clubhouse is going to be empty except for a few prospects guarding the perimeter. I’m locking you in from the outside, but I’m leaving Jax behind to keep an eye on the gate. Don't go near the window while we're rolling out. The noise of fifty choppers will split your head open." "Okay," I whispered, nodding submissively against his chest. "I'll stay right here." "Good girl," he growled, bending down to capture my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of gasoline and leather. He lifted me slightly off my feet, his hand sliding inside my shorts to give my bare flesh a rough, painful squeeze before setting me down. "When I get back tonight, we're going to celebrate. The run is always a good earner for the club, and I’m going to buy you something pretty to wear in this room."

"Tessa... chill, please," the kid stammered, his voice cracking with pure terror, his limbs shaking violently. "Stone will kill me... he'll kill both of us..." "He has to catch me first," I spat out. "Take off your belt. Slowly." Toby didn't hesitate. He unbuckled his heavy leather belt with trembling fingers, letting it slide down his legs. I forced him to walk backward into the room, keeping the gun trained on his chest until he was near the heavy wooden closet. "Get inside," I commanded, gesturing toward the dark space where the lockbox lay open. "Please, Tessa, don't lock me in here—" "Get in!" I roared, the sheer force of my voice surprising even myself. The kid scrambled backward into the closet, pulling his knees to his chest. I slammed the heavy wooden doors shut and turned the small key in the lock, trapping him inside. He began to bang his fists against the wood, his muffled cries echoing slightly, but I knew nobody downstairs would hear him over the roar of the mus