Todos los capítulos de Taming Sean Davis: Her Billionaire Biker Boss: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I waited until I heard the front door close behind Julian before forcing my legs over the edge of the mattress. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs it felt like a bruise.Ignoring the sharp ache in my body, I dragged myself out of the room and limped down the hallway, clutching the handrail for balance as I made my way downstairs.I found him in the kitchen.Sean stood by the counter, quietly pouring a glass of water. He wasn't packing his things or stomping around in a rage. He looked entirely composed—and completely hollow. The warmth that had been building between us down in the garage was gone, replaced by an icy, unreadable calm."Sean..." My voice was barely a whisper, throat tight. "I—"He didn't even let me finish. He set the glass down on the marble counter with a quiet clink, turning to face me. His eyes were suddenly so flat, so cold, so flat, devoid of a single drop of emotion as he looked at me like a distant acquaintance."You're supposed to be resting," he sai

Randell's eyes snapped open.The first thing he felt was hunger.Hunger so fucking intense, it was blinding and suffocating him.He struggled to swallow with his parched throat even as he struggled to open his eyes fully. When they finally responded, he was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. His head was pounding, but he could not dwell on that for much longer. He instinctively knew he needed to stand up from the bed, to move, to hunt. To feed. The thought caught him off guard."What...what's happening to me?" Groggily, he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The room he was in was in was dimly lit and quiet, the only sound he could hear was the soft hum of the air purifier in the room. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioner caress his skin.Something felt off. The first odd feeling was the unhinged emotions he was feeling. The strong, staggering anger. Anger. Out of nowhere, for no reason, bubbling inside him like a damn in

Chapter 3I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic. What if Calvin was there? What if he looked at me with that knowing smirk? I couldn’t face him. Not after he’d caught me touching myself while watching him.My hunger eventually turned into a dull ache, but I ignored it. I paced the room instead, still wearing nothing but that thin white sundress. My mind kept replaying the moment our eyes met...his gaze dropping to my hand between my legs. The shame burned hot in my cheeks.Desperate for some sense of normalcy, I grabbed my phone and called Richard. It rang several times before he picked up.“Elena,” he answered, sounding distracted. “What is it? I’m in the middle of something.”I swallowed. “I… I was just wondering when you’re coming home tonight. I haven’t s

The air vanished from my lungs. Every drop of color drained from my face as Sean’s eyes turned to pure ice, the muscle in his jaw clenching so hard it looked like it might crack. He didn’t move, but something about the way his entire body went still made the room feel even more tense. Then, slowly, he turned his head toward the door.The door opened, and Julian walked into the room.He stopped just inside, his eyes moving from Sean to me, taking in my damp hair, the towel clutched tightly against my chest, and the fact that Sean was standing in my bedroom when I had very clearly told him to leave. His expression hardened almost immediately.“Didn’t you hear her when she told you she wanted you to leave?” Julian asked.Sean’s gaze remained fixed on him, but before he could answer, Julian looked at me. His eyes swept over me once more, and whatever conclusion he came to clearly made his mood worse.“I leave you alone for one day,” Julian said, his voice cold and cutting, “one day, and y

Chapter 3Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled.“‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’”Dorian growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.Her words dissolved into a broken moan.“Keep reading, Mirabel,” he ordered harshly, pulling back just enough to slap her ass hard. The sharp sound echoed through the office. “Don’t you dare stop.”She gasped, forcing her eyes back to the paper.“‘…demands two hundred and fifty thousand dollars annually… for a period of ten years… due to emotional… ahh...yesssss.... distress...’”Dorian moved lower. His tongue dragged down to her dripping pussy, licking her swollen folds before thrusti