All Chapters of His Hunger for her sweet innocence : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rick's POVI never meant to keep my distance from her. I never meant to have feelings for her either.For the last three days since we last spent time together at her place, she’s been completely consuming my mind—but my world is too dangerous for her. I’ve ridden my bike to her apartment every single night, parking across the street in the shadows, but I never called her attention. I was satisfied by just looking up at her window, watching her silhouette against the glass until the lights went off.I’m a man possessed.The recent attack from the rival community crossed a line that was never meant to be crossed. No matter how hard I try to keep things under wraps, there’s a huge chance that anyone around me—anyone I hold dear—is going to be put in danger. That’s the only reason I’ve been keeping my distance from Samantha. I don't want her asking questions that could pull her into the crossfire.I definitely didn't expect to see her in my building tonight.Thank goodness for the camera

Rick’s POV"Hey."The word left my throat rough and scratchy, sounding pathetic even to my own ears. I honestly didn't know what else to say. The sterile, quiet air of the private room instantly turned thick, heavy, and suffocatingly tense the second the door clicked shut behind Jax and Chloe.Samantha wouldn't even look at me. She kept her profile turned away, her jaw set, purposefully staring at the wall as if I were a ghost. The silence from her was a physical ache in my chest. Unable to handle the distance, I stepped deeper into her space, moving until I was standing directly in front of her, blocking out the rest of the room."You look great," I murmured, my eyes dragging over her. The way the fabric clutched her curves made my hands twitch with a sudden, feral urge to reach out. "The dress is..."My voice trailed off entirely as she finally tilted her head back and made direct eye contact with me. My heart slammed against my ribs. I couldn't make out what was on her mind—there w

Rick’s POVGod, her body is perfect.Looking down at her, my trousers feel suffocatingly tight, my dick straining against the denim until it aches. I can’t stop my mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t go—wondering how those soft, pink nipples would taste in my mouth, imagining them hardening into thick, beaded perfection against my tongue.Towering over her, I force my hands to stay steady as I prepare the equipment. I need to warn her. I need to say anything just to break the heavy silence before I lose my mind."I should warn you about the pain," I rumble, my voice entirely too rough. I force my eyes away from the bare, tempting curves of her chest and lock them straight onto her baby blue eyes. "The sternum is a sensitive spot. I’m going to need you to stay absolutely still for me.""Yeah, I heard about the pain," she whispers, her gaze unblinking. "But I trust you'll take care of me.""Sure."That is all I can manage to get out without my voice breaking.I snap my black late

Rick’s POVI hadn’t slept a fucking wink.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was baby blue eyes staring up at me from my tattoo table, daring me to take what I wanted. I could still feel the phantom sensation of her soft skin under my fingertips, the smell of her intoxicating scent clogging my lungs. I had almost lost it. If I had stayed a second longer in that room, I would have ruined her. I would have dragged her straight into my fucked-up world. I took a slow sip of black coffee, staring out the window of my private office above the bar. It was barely dawn, the streets outside quiet and gray.Then, the heavy silence was violently shattered.The low, synchronized roar of heavy motorcycle engines vibrated through the floorboards. It wasn't just one or two bikes. It was a pack.Before I could even set my mug down, the door to my office burst open. Louis, my head of security, stepped in, his hand already resting heavily on the holster beneath his jacket. His face was dead

Samantha’s POV)The cool glass doors of the elevator slid open, and the sleek, polished marble lobby of the agency stretched out before us."I'm telling you, Sam," Chloe said, gesturing dramatically with her coffee cup as we walked toward the exit. "For the launch party, we should probably go for something more like a black-tie event. Something that screams elite. What do you think—"She was cut off by a sudden, jarring shout echoing off the high ceilings."What the hell is that noise?" Chloe muttered, stopping in her tracks.Near the security turnstiles, a loud, agitated voice was bouncing off the walls, shattering the professional quiet of the lobby."I said my girlfriend works here! You can't keep me out!"Chloe looked first, squinting toward the glass entrance. "Wait. Isn't that Marcus? What the hell does he think he's doing?"I turned in the direction she was looking, my stomach instantly dropping into a cold, heavy knot. "Who?"And then, I saw him. Marcus was shoving against the