Possessive Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 Axel After the first time we made love, yeah, I know, scary Biker “making love” with his girl, we fucked another three times before we passed out through sheer exhaustion. We did the whole soft and gentle thing because it was her first proper time. I have never in my life made love to a woman before. I always fuck. This time was different though. I had felt this connection between us since we first met at the bar. I think she could feel it too, but she was with him. All week I kept thinking about her. And then when she walked out of the room last night, I felt all the air leave my body. I have never seen anything or anyone so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And

"I'll absorb everything—I'll protect you from any harm coming your way. And I'd rather face the unknown with you than spend another day watching someone else try to own you." The tenderness in his voice made my chest ache. I rose on my toes and kissed him, pouring everything I couldn't say into it. As long as it was Dimitri, I didn't care what happened. When we broke apart, he ran his fingers through my hair. "We need to go. Father will send people after us soon." I nodded and climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms tight around his waist as the engine roared to life beneath us. The vibration traveled through my whole body, making my heart race with fear and excitement all at the

"You made your point." "Did I?" Richard pressed the gun barrel against my temple. "Because you bikers seem remarkably stupid about protecting what matters." "Let her go and we will give you what you want," Jake said suddenly. "Money. Territory. Whatever." "I want what is mine. And she is mine." Richard's breath was hot against my ear. "She has always been mine. One night with a criminal does not change that." We reached the doorway. His men covered our exit, weapons trained on everyone in the room.

⚠️WARNING⚠️:For matured readers only. This book contains explicit sex scenes, betrayal, age gap( 25 and 52), raw heat, dark lust, forbidden love, possessive Alpha, and dominance. This story isn't sweet. It's not gentle. It's raw, dark, built on extreme forbidden tension. If you can't handle heating, knotting, dark fantasies, drenched taboo obsession, sin that should never exist and an Alpha that will go any length to claim what's his… then drop this book now. Because baby? This story is not your usual sugar-coated, easy romance. There’s nothing pure. Nothing safe or wholesome here. Okay… Okay… I’ve warned you enough and you’re still here. Well, buckle up, because by the end of

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I smirk. " As you wish." I tell her and pull her in a scorching kiss. My lips devouring hers. My hands roaming around her body. My touch making her shiver. I take her hand and lead her into the small cottage. It has a bedroom,a small kitchen and a bathroom. Nothing much. Just what a biker like me needs. Once inside,I push her against the wall, my lips claiming hers once again. I suck on her bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth and nibbling on it.

Then, from the back of the room, someone whistled low, long, and appreciative. It was a sound that made her skin crawl. "Well, well," a greasy-haired biker, his face scarred and his grin wide, drawled, his voice thick with malicious amusement. "Look what wandered in. Reaper’s little pet, eh? Thought you could hide from us, darling?" Her throat was bone-dry, aching with the effort, but she forced the words out, her voice surprisingly steady, despite the frantic hammering of her heart.

The Saints returned to the clubhouse just before dawn, their bikes rumbling through the gates like mechanical thunder. Raven had been unable to sleep, pacing the halls and nursing cup after cup of bitter coffee while she waited for word. When she heard the engines, she rushed outside, her heart hammering with a mixture of relief and dread. Jax was the first through the gates, his Harley gleaming despite the dried blood spattering his kutte and the torn sleeve of his t-shirt. Even injured and exhausted, he was magnificent—his long dark hair whipping in the wind, his powerful frame radiating lethal confidence. When his hazel eyes found her waiting by the clubhouse entrance, something primal an

I didn’t want him to think I was ogling him as the package and not the bike-- oh God no! I still can't have anything to do with any man until I've done away with Oliver for good. It'd be unfair to cheat emotionally with whoever I'll be with right now and a biker? Damn, that's far from it. They tend to be wild, dangerous, toxic- I've read a lot of biker romance and good Lord, it's about biker gangs and shit. No, thanks, I'll pass. I turned my head to steal glances at him again when I suddenly saw the biker's helmet right next to my window.

I snort laughing. “Thank you, I think.” “You’re inviting us now,” another woman says immediately. “I actually was going to,” I admit. “If you guys want to come.” Natalie gasps dramatically. “I’ve never been to a biker wedding.” “It’s not really a biker wedding,” I correct. “Are there tattoos?” she asks “Yes.” “Hot men with beards?” “…probably.” “Then it’s a biker wedding.” she insists The group laughs.