روايات وقصص ضمن Motorcycle Club Books Romance

It was so hard for her to accept or to even think that so ruthless mafia can hold back his desires and didn't for once touch another woman. Without realising a small smile appeared on her lips feeling so happy and special. The man who resisted the temptation of so many women was crazily wanted to have her. Only her. Because like he said. For him. She's the only one. His love. His princess. His queen. Her smile widened even more while entering the bathroom happily. Meanwhile. "Damon are you sure. Because this plan is seriously too much dangerous." Ryan said while Ken and Maxwell nodded their heads in affirmation.

I got my victory, something I've wanted for years, but the emptiness I felt confused me—a little dilemma, a little happy. Lucious was still out there, and I had to do everything to get him. Without him, my victory wasn't complete. The bike roared down the road in a rampage. One bike at a time passed, bloody yet happy, mourning but victorious. The bikers raced while howling at the moon, a sign of victory. Rage's bike was the last, which was unusual for him. I slowed down. Clara noticed and stayed close to me, whether to show loyalty or because she didn't trust me. I couldn't put my hands on it. All I knew was that she was close enough within my range.

Crazy Ride (2) That night on the back of the motorcycle changed everything. There was no careful courtship, no shy texts or polite dinners under string lights. Just a spark that caught and refused to die. Raw, reckless want that kept pulling us back together. A few days later he appeared at my door before the sun was fully up, helmet tucked under one arm, that sharp grin already in place. “Get on,” he said, voice low and certain. I didn’t hesitate. I swung my leg over, wrapped my arms tight around his waist, pressed my thighs against his hips, and we roared out of the village with red dust billowing behind us like smoke.

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Krystie POV Joker’s arm wraps around me, his presence as steady as ever, guiding me inside the clubhouse. The minute we step through the doors, it feels like the air shifts—thick with the smell of alcohol, leather, and smoke. It’s loud, rowdy, and everything I imagined a motorcycle club would be, but somehow it still catches me off guard. People turn to look at us, their eyes curious and lingering on me. I’ve never been in a place like this before, and I can feel the weight of their stares. But with Joker by my side, I feel a strange sense of security.

All would have the club logo or insignia. For just a minute, Jo toyed with the idea of picking up a motorcycle man… she briefly indulged in a fantasy of peeling off layers of leather, of running her fingers over the inevitable tattoos on his body, of moaning a sexy road name (like Chains, or Rider, or Brute) as he took her trembling body over and over.

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I was going to be the medicine for my woman's smiles and not the poison. *** It took me not less than one day to learn about my Mate. She is a goddess of warriors! Goddess of fire and fury! Goddess of destruction and anger! "Awnn..." My inner wolf squealed in disappointment after hearing much about my chosen mate. She's the type who doesn't wants to be with any man but her sex comrade. I need to look for ways how to pacify her and win her favor! *** I was coming from the upper side walking towards a bridge with a baby crying loudly, I was trying to move closer to save the baby but a deafening sound was resounding into the dark of the night, terrifyingly approaching the bridge.

Even just a little place, just for a little while. Yeah. Fucking ruined. Totally toast. Just like that, and so damn quick. At about five in the morning, he’d nodded at Cole and the waitresses, then headed out back to the private parking lot reserved for the club motorcycles. Ignoring the grunts, moans, and cries coming from the club delivery van – though he did idly think that it was Vixen in there with one of his brothers, and no big fucking shock, since the woman was working her way through the MC like clockwork, and probably for the third time – he’d strapped on his helmet and peeled on out of there. He’d arrived at his cabin up in the Rockies just as dawn was breaking. He’d made a coffe