Pampered By The Ruthless Biker King

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avy metal and the stench of stale beer wash over me. I sucked in a harsh breath, forcing the

im and scuffed boots. Dozens of eyes, heavy with unfiltered lust and suspicion, tracked my

ld the bartender, keep

f my own home, listening to my mother, Martha White, and my sister, Aubrey, whispering venomous plans to sabotage the c

the cold glass, letting my eyes scan the dim, smoke-filled room. I instantly found

d ten-foot radius of empty space surrounded him; no one dared to breathe his air. He wore a battered leather vest-his Cut. T

h. I walked toward him. The sharp click of my heels on the sticky floorboards si

able. He kept his

ed, lacing my voice with

eyes were a piercing, glacial blue, filled with calculation and a flicker of dark amu

umbled. His voice was a low gravel that vibrated d

is stare, letting my gaze drop briefly to his lips before mee

of teeth that made my heart race faster

lid it across the scarred wood. "I can pay." I had loaded it wit

ped back to my face. The amusement vanished, replaced by a heavy,

said, enunciatin

r oil, and raw, potent male wrapped around me. He grabbed his leather jacket from the booth, clamped his large, calloused hand ar

from the bar. Heat rushed to my cheeks, accompanied

side. He shoved me toward a massive, pitch-

through my thin dress. He kicked the engine to life, the be

ngine, suddenly realizing I was about to ri

hing the neon light of the bar sign. "Kane,

ck beneath his jacket, radiating a blistering heat that seeped into my skin. We tore down the midnight highway. The wind whipped my hair, and I presse

dge of town. He paid in cash, playing t

ned me against it. In the flickering neon light slipping through the blinds

up on my toes, and cru

oze for a heartbeat before his hands tangled in my hair, his mouth slanting over mine with a sa

f his arms. It hit the floor with a heavy thud. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated against my

open-mouthed kisses down my jaw and the sensitive skin of my neck. I let out a soft, breathless moan, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his back. Every touch was electric, a raw, consuming tra

my eyes. My head pounded. I sat up, clutching the thin sheet, the lingering

calls and furious texts from Sterling and my adoptiv

door clicked open. Tack walked in, holding two coff

ropped. He w

side, followed by a violent banging on the door. "Sloane Reynolds! Get your a

with pure, predatory amusement. "You

reless smile onto my lips. "So, i