Claimed By The Biker King
Jarek’s hand slides over my ass like a challenge, slow and deliberate, like he wants me to feel exactly where he thinks I belong.
I don’t hesitate.
My palm cracks across his face—sharp, loud, final.
“Careful,” he says quietly, fingers digging into my hip instead of letting go. “You keep hitting men like that, someone’s going to hit back.”
I tilt my chin up. “Try it.”
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My parents owed Luke Jones money.
I paid the debt with my body, my name, and a marriage I never agreed to.
On paper, Luke is my husband. President of the Vipers MC. Untouchable.
Behind closed doors, he’s a man who can’t keep an erection and punishes me for it—with fists, words, and silence.
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