Biker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I chuckled. “Of course. The only biker who can race more than I do is the Masked VA.” As she spoke, she had a look of admiration on her face. “You know the Masked VA?” I asked her curiously. She gave me a weird look. “Every biker does. He is the king of biking, I dare say. I hope to meet him someday.” She smiled with a fawning voice. “Good for you.” I shrugged. “You don’t seem impressed.” She observed.

He made me feel brave and safe, and I had been so desperate to hold onto it, I’d even let myself feel attracted to him, forgetting the most important thing. All bikers are condescending assholes! And they’d never see a whore as anything other than a cunt to fuck! I turned on the shower and muffled the sobs into my hand...

But deep down, I already knew the answer. Nothing. Not a single message. I stared at the empty chat for a while, feeling the silence settle heavier in my chest. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a fool for trusting a piece of shit like him. I knew what bikers were. Everyone said it, playboys, liars, men who lived by no rules but their own. I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed away. But I didn’t. I gave him everything, my trust, my heart, my body, and now I was the one left bleeding.

One massive hand wrapped around my throat holding me there while his other hand yanked my bikini top down, exposing my breasts. “These have been teasing me all fucking day,” he growled, palming my left boob roughly before pinching my nipple hard. I cried out, arching into his touch. “Walking around with your nipples hard and smelling like a desperate little Omega in heat. You think I didn’t notice?” He dropped his head and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, biting down just enough to make me moan loudly. His hand slid down my stomach and straight into my bikini. Two thick fingers plunged into my soaked pussy without warning.

‘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.]

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

I was reminded of that morning in the exercise room when he had a fit about me being there. A little devil tapped me on the shoulder, and don't ask me where I got the nerve. "Are there going to be a lot of men at the fair? Do you know them? I hear they're mostly bikers, hot ones, not like the ones from around here." Chantal had said as much about the bikers coming to town anyway, which she'd heard from Wolf. As to them not being like the ones around here, I have no idea if that's true; I'd added that to get his goat, and it seems to have worked if the look he gave me was any indication. "You're playing with fire, little fawn." Why does him calling me that make me feel so warm inside?

Beautiful. Behind us, explosions. The facility collapsing. Imploding. Burning. Taking everything with it. Victoria. Rookie. Jax. All buried under tons of concrete and fire. We kept running. Away from the blast zone. To where Marco's army waited. Thirty bikers. Iron Serpents. Desert Reapers. Bratva soldiers. All watching the facility burn. We stopped. Caught our breath. Watched the place that had been our prison. Our hell. Collapse.

He was also a man who could make a motorcycle dance through curves that would scare most people, who owned an underground racing empire, who played with death for the thrill of beating it. He was more complicated, more dangerous, more fascinating than I'd ever imagined. And I might be falling for him all over again, which scares me. I was trying to cross a dangerous line, was playing with fire that'll eventually burn me. But I didn't care because I wanted to burn in the passion of Tristan, I wanted him to set my body on fire with not just his touches but with his kisses. Fuck! What was I thinking right now? I could feel my nipples that's pressed against Tristan back, harden by just the thoug

"It is everywhere. Simultaneous raids across seventeen states. Every major independent club. All being arrested for weapons trafficking, narcotics distribution, money laundering." Subject Seven moved to the window. "This is not coincidence. This is coordinated elimination. The boy is using federal law enforcement to dismantle every organization that could provide resistance." "Why bikers specifically?" Rebecca demanded. "Why target clubs?" "Because you are organized. Mobile. Independent of government oversight. You have communication networks that bypass standard surveillance. You have resources and loyalty structures that make you dangerous to centralized control." I pulled up my own phone.