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"We stole one of theirs last week." He peeled out, gravel spitting behind them as he took to the main road. Denise had been on a motorcycle maybe two times in her life, but it had never been like this. "Hold on tight," he yelled behind him. She gripped her fingers into the leather he wore around his waist and held on for dear life. Behind her, she could hear the bikes gaining on them. Apparently though, Liam was familiar with this section of road. He turned onto a path that she hadn't even seen and proceeded to drive them across a field. Few of the other bikers made the hairpin turn and by the time they did, she and Liam were far ahead. Shots were fired. She screamed as they buzzed her head.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

‘Grand Don Romero Marconi. She told him now and heard the intake of breath from the other Bikers and then gasped as he circled her and scooped her onto the bike in front of him all she could do was cling on to him as the bike sped off. Juliette couldn’t see anything his arm around her waist was so tight she could barely move, it pinned her to his chest as the bikers headed back to their camp. It was difficult to breathe pressed against all that hard muscle and she wriggled trying to push away from him, ‘Stai zitto o ci ucciderai entrambi.’ [Keep still or you will kill us both.]

but at a point I know I was addicted to her body and she has been the one to disvirgin me. The only I loved and cherished about Rosalva was the way she had always treated my cock. She knows the perfect way to take good care of my cock. I had to rush to the bakery where I had always baked bread. When I ran away from the blueberry pack, I take up another identity working as a baker. At the end, of the day, I was always being given some proceed. "Hey Man!" One of the workers had greeted me displaying his white set of teeth at me.

The size of the man that she was clinging to and the power of the motor between her thighs was turning her on greatly. Her nipples turned as hard as a rock, and she pressed her breasts up against the biker’s thick back. As the motorcycle sped along, Lacey couldn’t help but discretely grind her crotch down onto the leather seat. Every bump in the road and every passing second turned her on even more. But she knew that it was the biker that was the main reason she was getting so hot. The biker, and the huge vibrating thing between his legs. The bike slowed down and they pulled over by the side of the highway. Despite nearing the next town, the spot the man had pulled into seemed even more deso

she tried again. “Hold on,” he barked. She did—more because she had no choice than because she wanted to. The bike shot forward, tires spitting gravel as they tore out of the alley. Wind slapped her helmet, the city blurring past in streaks of neon and shadow. She kept replaying that blond man’s smirk in her head, the way he’d said that girl like it meant more than just Emily Reyes. They didn’t stop until they were across the river, the hospital and its questions far behind. Jax pulled the bike into the covered space behind an old brick warehouse. The engine cut out, leaving them in thick silence, broken only by the ticking of cooling metal.

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I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

I revved the engine and tore out of there, the night air whipping past as I pushed the bike harder past the speed limit on the highway. My relationship with Linda wasn't always as complicated as it was now. She was my maternal aunt. The tough-as-nails woman who’d dragged my dad into the biker life years ago, introducing him to the gang that handed out loans like candy. When the debt came due and they couldn’t pay, the lenders wanted collateral...and by collateral they meant us kids—Luca and me.

Then he kicks the engine over, the roar of his bike drowning out everything else. Evander is right beside him, leaning back on his sissy bar with a casual, predatory grace. He catches my eye and doesn't offer a glare. Instead, he winks, blowing a slow, mocking kiss that is meant only for me. It is a reminder of the cellar, a reminder that while Ronan is guarding me, Evander is the one who has tasted me. And then, with a thunderous collective roar, they are gone. A massive cloud of blue exhaust hangs in the air as fifty bikes speed out of the lot, their taillights disappearing like a trail of dying stars.