Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
does she truly understand him?
As the bike roars down the street, I feel Joker’s hand sliding down, gently guiding mine until it settles between his legs. I chuckle under my breath. He’s fucking crazy. Even with everything going on, he’s constantly thinking about sex. I might not know about him, but I do know the something. He's obsessive, possessive, and completely unfiltered—yet, somehow, there’s a sweetness to him. Maybe it’s his intensity, his unpredictability. Whatever it is, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He’s insane, but he’s also the most caring man I’ve ever met.
When we stop outside the hotel, I climb off the bike, but before I can even take a step, his arms wrap a