Tattooed By The Dangerous Biker King

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emple. The fake doctor dragged me backward until we reached the t

into darkness and uncertainty. My heart hammered ag

wed, keeping their distance, their

!" the kidnapper yelled into the r

, and for a second my vision swam. I clawed at his fore

the only reason you're still breathing. You

t him, his breath hot and

ght tremor in his grip. H

ndeniable weight of menace. "Your car isn't going anywhe

n a fire. The man roared in fu

iolent move, he spun around and start

. Knight let out a guttural roar and was th

ge. I saw the intent in his eyes a heartbeat before he moved-cold, cal

d into the empty space

attering pain, a hard, warm body slammed in

as K

ithout a moment's hesitation, he had thrown

in pain as Knight's charge s

a fragile doll, as we rolled together, step

leather of his cut and the cotton of his t-shirt beneath it. I could smell the

his skin through his shirt, the way his arms tightened around me

again, but every single time, the most

grunts, deep and suppressed, ea

as blank, my only sensation the man holding me, his heartb

We landed in a heap on the plat

hurt at all. Not even a scratch. But

lood trickled down his handsome, rugged face, dripping ont

osed, his brow f

Ripper rushed to our side. A couple of officers quickly subdued

eck, searching for a pulse. "Knight? Kni

. When his ice-blue gaze focused on my unharmed fa

lf up but fell back wi

rofessional instincts taking ov

uth pulled into an impossibly faint smile. His voice w

mine, and something unspoken passed between us-an acknowledgment t

a cold-blooded monster, had built a wa