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tomorrow.” He gave me his card with a number on it. I headed out back to the bar where Axel was waiting. “So? You gonna prospect for us?” I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about it.” “Ok brother, I can respect that. Come on, let me introduce you to some of the brothers. He led me to the biggest guy I had ever seen. He must have been easily 6ft and built like a wall. I don’t know how but he looked familiar. I couldn’t place him though. “This is Tank.” I shook his hand. “Ryan.” He nodded. “This big guy over here is Rider, he is the club enforcer. He will make sure you are following the rules and not bringing trouble back to us.” Fuck me. This guy is even bigger than the last. He was about 6 and

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...

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

He anticipated every dirty move Viktor made, countering them perfectly, his bike was responding to his commands like an extension of his body. As they approached the final stretch, Jaxon had a slight lead of half a bike length. Viktor, desperate to win, went for a risky move—trying to squeeze inside on a sharp turn, aiming to push Jaxon off the track completely. It was a gamble that could either end in triumph or a crash that could injure them both. Jaxon didn’t even flinch. He leaned into the turn, his knee nearly brushing the ground, trusting his bike and his skill completely. He accelerated out of it leaving Viktor in his dust, the roar of his engine echoing his victory.

‘Mervon loved her like a mother, well, maybe an older sister. She thought with a wry grin, the truth of the matter was she saw Mervon as the daughter she would never have because she loved Xavier with all her heart and soul, but he had never looked at her in that way. Loretta had been forced to watch him take woman after woman to his bed, listening as he gave them the pleasure she longed for. Lying in her lonely bed and pleasuring herself dreaming of the day it was his hands, his fingers, his hard cock ramming into her. It had never happened, he saw her only as a friend, someone useful to him because of her ‘female’ skills, especially with his daughter. Her devotion to him never wavered, and

I retort,giving her a mocking smile. “ Don't act all mighty before me. You wouldn't know if your so called boyfriend is fucking some other women in secret. Bikers are never faithful.” She snorts. I can see her plan. She wants to have me all riled up but I am no fool. I am not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me bothered or angry at her pathetic attempts. “ Oh yeah? Since they are not faithful, why are you still running after them?” I counter and her face burns red with embarrassment.

“Fuck, hell no!” The one who was in the accident shouted. “My bike!” The Viking looking biker was hunched on the road, lamenting over his wheels. Goddess, he should be more concerned about the state he is in I thought as I took in the scene. The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone.

And I found it very sickening. Going out of the house on jeans and jacket, in no time, I saw Carter leaning on his black big bike wearing black leather jacket with a black shirt beneath and fitted jeans. But he didn't look like any other guy in town nor a handsome bad boy. Weird but he looked like a prince from medieval period trying to fit in the modern world. The way he stood there, watching me carefully with intense preciseness, I can sense the power and dominance in him like no other. "You really brought your beast with you, huh." I glanced at his shining big bike and noticed it was from an expensive brand. Of course, why would a pagan god get a bike from a cheap brand? It should be like

The rider slammed on the brakes, the bike sliding sideways and coming to a stop just inches from my legs. He ripped his helmet off. He had dark hair, a jagged scar near his eyebrow, and a look of pure annoyance. His leather vest had a patch: IRON GRAVE MC. "You trying to die, Princess?" he barked. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the castle?" I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. In the distance, I saw the black SUVs. Edmund’s men. "Please," I choked out, grabbing his arm. "I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me."

“A bооk boyfriend hаѕ gоt to be very hоt, have a ripped bоdу аnd a face thаt wоuld take уоur brеаth away.” I wаtсhеd thе fluѕh rіѕе slowly іn hіѕ cheeks bеfоrе continuing. “Hе саn соmе іn аll different vаrіеtіеѕ, ѕwееt, соwbоу, аlрhа, biker, fighter аnd well, thе gеnеrаl bаd bоу.” “Sо which оnе appeals tо you?”