Page 15 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

With his final, deep thrust, I shattered around him, my climax ripping through me with a ferocity that left me out of breath. Vince followed me over the edge, shouting out as he did.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathless and sweaty. Vince caught me in his arms, pulling me close as if we’d just won a race. But instead of the tenderness I might have expected, his words were harsh.

"You're a dirty little whore," he cooed in my ear. "And you're going to play your part well as my bride-to-be. It'll be more believable if we're fucking like rabbits."

I raised my eyes to him, my own breath still unsettled. "I don’t know if this is more than a one time thing," I said, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Vince's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the ring on my finger. "Look at that big rock on your hand. Get into the part, Sybil. You're madly in love with me, and my big balls, remember?"

Biting my lip, I studied the beautiful solitaire, the weight of the diamond suddenly heavy. My mind raced back to my days of acting, the countless hours spent perfecting a role. But this was no act. What just happened was real, raw, and unfiltered. Still, I was willing to go along with him, to play the part of the woman madly in love with Vince. I had to be all in.

"Fine," I said, my voice steady. "I do love your big balls, and your cock isn’t half bad."

A wicked smile spread across Vince's face. "Good. Now get some rest. We've got a lot more work to do to convince the world."

As I lay there, my body still tingling from the orgasm, I knew one thing for sure. This was going to be one hell of a ride.

Chapter 11

Vince got up and showered and disappeared for the day. I dressed quickly in my remaining biker attire. My mind was made up—I needed to quit my job at Mather's Fern Farm. I grabbed the keys to one of Vince's many cars, a streamlined black Maserati that purred like a wildcat when I started it up. The engine's roar was almost as satisfying as my Harley's, and I couldn't help but grin as I sped out of the driveway.

The drive to the farm was quick, my thoughts racing faster than the car. I knew my coworkers would be shocked, maybe even a little jealous, when they saw the rock on my finger. But this was a necessary part of the charade.

Pulling up to Mather's Fern Farm, I hopped out and strutted towards the greenhouse, my boots crunching on the gravel. Inside, the familiar scent of damp earth and greenery greeted me. My coworkers were scattered about, tending to the plants.

"Morning, Psycho," called out Jack, a burly guy with a heart of gold. "What brings you here this early?"

I held up my hand, letting the diamond catch the light. "Just here to quit my job," I said with a smirk. "I'm getting married."

Gasps and murmurs of surprise filled the room as everyone gathered around to get a closer look at the ring.

"Wow, Sybil, that's some rock!" exclaimed Lisa, one of the younger workers. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name's Vince," I said casually, shrugging as if it were no big deal. "Met him at the charity auction. He's rich, connected, and crazy about me."

They all stared at me with wide eyes, clearly impressed. I soaked it up, feeling a strange mix of pride and guilt.

After saying my goodbyes, I headed back towards Vince's car. Right when I was about to pull out of the parking lot, I spotted my sister Razor at a red light. Out in the work truck, she wasn’t on her Harley. She rolled down her window, her eyebrows shooting up when she saw the Maserati.

"Nice ride, Psycho," she said with a grin. "What the hell?"

I held up my hand again, flashing the ring. "Guess who’s getting hitched?"

Razor's jaw dropped. "No fucking way! Who's the unlucky bastard?"

"Vince Mancini," I said, giving her a big wink. "Long story. We'll catch up later, promise."

Her eyes narrowed, but she returned my wink. "You better. And you better not be getting yourself into some deep shit."

"Always am," I called back, laughing as the light turned green and we both drove off in opposite directions. The guilt gnawed at me, but I had to keep up the act.

When Vince got home that evening, I could barely contain my excitement. We had dinner, the food tasting like ash in my mouth as I waited for the chance to get him alone. Finally, as we finished, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I crawled onto the table, pushing the plates off with a clatter, the sound echoing through the dining room.

Vince looked up at me, bewildered. "What are you doing, Psycho?"

I grinned, my heart racing. "You wanted to give the staff something to talk about, didn't you?"

His eyes darkened with longing, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You're a wild one, aren't you?"

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