Claimed By The Biker King
“If you say break, we stop immediately. No questions. We check in. If you want to keep going after a break, we will. If you’re done, we’re done. No pressure either way. Understand?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Say it again,” Marcus said gently.
“Break,” I repeated, clearer this time.
Jarek gave a single nod, satisfied. “Good girl.”
Marcus reached for the last strip of silk and folded it carefully. He looked at me one more time.
“Last chance to change your mind.”
I shook my head. “I want this.”
He smiled, soft and filthy at the same time, then slipped the blindfold over my eyes and tied it behind my head.