Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
But before I can even finish, he’s already leaping back onto the bed, sliding under the covers like a child excited for storytime.
“Goodnight, Tiny Demon.” He leans over and plants a quick kiss on my cheek before rolling over, going silent.
I stare at his back, unsure of what just happened. The tattoo sprawled across his shoulders that goes down his entire back catches my attention—the same emblem from his jacket. Cursed Kings MC. It’s obvious how much the club means to him. His loyalty runs deep, maybe too deep.
As I glance closer, I notice the scars crisscrossing his skin, faint but unmistakable. My mind starts to wonder where they came from, what kind of life left those marks.