All Chapters of The Biker’s Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

The tires of the dusty blue sedan hummed loudly against the dark asphalt of the highway as Tyler pushed the gas pedal down, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The yellow headlights cut through the thick night, throwing long shadows against the trees that lined the road. Inside the car, the heater was blasting a wall of dry, artificial heat that made my skin sting, but the deep, primal shaking in my bones wouldn't stop. I pressed my back hard against the passenger seat, my hand still buried deep inside the pocket of the canvas jacket, my fingers tightly locked around the rough grip of Stone’s heavy black gun. The metal was a cold, solid weight against my thigh, the only thing that felt real in a world that had completely broken apart. Tyler kept flicking his eyes from the empty road to my face, his expression a mix of absolute panic and a strange, nervous energy. "Tessa, oh my god, I can't believe I actually found you," he said, his voice coming out in a fast, breathless

"I've been waiting for this for months, Tessa," Tyler snarled softly, his face turning dark with a sudden, vicious entitlement. He didn't care about my weakness; he was taking total advantage of the fact that I was completely helpless and cut off from the rest of the world. "You owe me this. I risked my life driving past that compound for you. I'm the one who's keeping you safe from that monster." He threw his heavy body across my lap, pinning my thighs down against the cushions of the couch. Before I could even scream, his hands flew to the collar of my heavy sweater, his fingers digging into the wool. With a sudden, violent jerk, he tore the fabric right down the center, the loud sound of ripping cloth echoing brutally through the quiet cabin. The cool air of the room hit my chest, leaving me exposed in just my underwear beneath his heavy weight. "No! Stop it, Tyler! Let go of me!" I screamed out, a sudden spike of pure panic trying to force my muscles to move. I twisted

"Oh, thank god, you're finally awake," Relax said, her voice incredibly soft and gentle as she walked over and set the heavy tray down on the wooden bedside table. She sat down carefully on the very edge of the mattress, looking down at my pale face with deep, genuine sorrow in her eyes. "Tessa, I am so, so incredibly sorry. I feel like this is all my fault." I blinked at her, my voice sounding cracked and dry when I tried to speak. "Your fault? Relax, what are you talking about?" "I should have been watching you closer," she whispered, her eyes turning shiny with unshed tears as she reached out and gently patted the blanket over my knees. "When Stone told me to take care of you, I should have known you were losing your mind with worry. I should have realized how desperate you were to get out of here. If I hadn't been so distracted with the club business, you wouldn't have run off into those woods alone, and that disgusting piece of trash Tyler would have never gotten his

By the seventh afternoon, the psychological torment of the quiet became too much for my soul to take. The depression had settled so deep into my core that I felt like a ghost walking around the large bedroom, my skin pale, my eyes hollow, and my mind completely slipping away. I couldn't take the rejection anymore. I couldn't sit on the edge of the bed for another second, watching the gray clouds pass over the window while my body literally screamed for the raw, dirty intensity of the man who had broken me down. The fear of his anger, the guilt over my escape, the pride that had once kept my mouth clamped shut in total silence—all of it completely evaporated, burned away by the sheer, primitive need to feel his heavy hands on my flesh again. I needed to know if I was still his territory. I needed to know if his dark eyes still sparked with that dangerous, volatile passion whenever I entered his space. I stood up from the bed, my knees shaking slightly, but my mind suddenly fill