Tattooed By The Dangerous Biker King

ey

cing. Every rational thought screamed at me to refuse,

as still fresh. I didn't want to be left h

ed my life. I couldn't

is palm was warm and dry, the skin rough with ca

possessive as he pulled me to my feet. He was so

s, but this time, the stares weren't filled with pit

learing my head a little. I tried to pull my hand

pped and turned to face me, his shadow compl

ng blue eyes and spoke, each word deli

n't have to see any

sten to your mother's

sed, not understanding

faint scent of tobacco on him. His voice dropped to a low,

now on, you're

t that term meant in the MC world. It wasn't a girlfri

earching his face for any hint of humor, but there was no

ice remained firm, laced with something deepe

don't agree. You can't just decide my l

olten in his eyes. "The right? I saved your life. I could make

brushed his rough knuckles across my cheek. The touch was li

nd rough. "I've wanted you since the moment I

t underneath the shock, something warm and terrifying stirred in

by the hand towards his motorcycle parked at the

," he c

Knight... I ne

would wait forever but would never let me walk away. With a sudden, powerful movement, he scoop

otorcycle seat, then swung his leg over, trap

, solid muscle. His back was a

The deafening roar swal

em around his waist, his touch firm yet ling

the words a low vibratio

an arrow released from a bow. The wind how

eed was terrifying. But beneath the fear, I was acutely aware of the heat radiating from his body, the solid strength

ment I got on this bike, my life had spun completely out of control.