The Biker's Sinful Obsession
READING AGE 18+
"What exactly did you say during your confession?" he asked, his eyes lingering on my lips.
"It's not important," I replied, forcing myself not to think about what he was knowingly putting in my head.
"I think it is important. I'm curious. Did you tell the priest how hard I f****d you on the island? How deep my tongue had been inside you. Did you tell him how you'd shiver and scream my name every time you came undone?" he asked, his eyes holding mine as if a dare.
My chest burned, heat sinking lower, twisting with shame and want until I couldn’t tell if I was sick or starving — until I almost forgot everything I had become in the last three years.
“Don’t,” I said sharply. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.”
He didn’t flinch. “I’m not mocking you. I’m reminding you that you don't have to hide anymore. God, you have no idea how much I have missed you,” he groaned
My breath caught. I hated him for how easily he could do that — unravel me with a sentence.
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In the underworld of chrome, leather, and lawless roads, love was never meant to bloom.
But when Zee, a quiet, plus-size girl chasing her dreams, crosses paths with Denver, the ruthless president of a biker empire, her world ignites.
He’s everything she was warned to stay away from: danger wrapped in loyalty, sin disguised as salvation. Yet beneath his scars and steel, Denver sees her, the fire she hides, the strength she doesn’t yet believe in.
Their connection isn’t gentle; it’s violent, magnetic, and forbidden. He swore to protect her, even if it means burning down the world that made him.
She swore to survive him, even as she falls deeper into his darkness.
In a world where engines roar louder than hearts, and loyalty is written in blood, Zee and Denver fight for a love that defies the rules of their brotherhood, their pasts, and fate itself.
Sometimes, the most dangerous ride of all, isnt one on the dangerous roads, it was the one that leads straight to the heart.
Unfold
Denver.
The sun was barely filtering through the curtains when I stirred. She was still curled against me, her hair splayed over the pillow, delicate, warm, and impossibly tempting even after last night.
I watched her chest rise and fall, fingers brushing against the sheets as if she were still dreaming of me. Her breat……
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