Page 59 of Biker's Enemy

His lips. I'm feeling his lips. All the times the stranger has broken into my room, I've never kissed him on the lips so I have nothing to compare to Tanner's kisses. All I know is that right now, these kisses feel so damn good. Rivers of pleasure flow through me starting at my lips and shooting straight through my core.

He lets go of my cheeks and stumbles a couple feet out of my door frame. He's so big that he can't stand upright in the door frame and his shoulders are so broad that he can hardly fit through it. Gasping and looking at him like this right after he kissed me, I almost forget how badly I want to kill him.

Then he opens his mouth.

"I need to fuck you again."

Again?

My brow furrows in confusion.

"Come on," he says with frustration. "I'm done playing games, Quin. There's no one here. It's been way too long..."

He gives me a quick once over then continues like he didn't just shake my world. "Take your clothes off..."

I don’t immediately obey him.

"Clothes. Off,” he growls.

I can’t move without asking more questions. He acts like I should be used to this, but I’m not. I still have questions.

"It was you the whole time?"

He scowls. "We're done with the games Quin. I can't anymore. I can't..."

"I'm not playing a game."

I don't mean to sound shrill, but I can't help my reaction. Every emotion I've felt hits me like a late Amtrak train. I'm definitely not playing a game. I have spent so many nights obsessing over this stranger to the point where I worry about break-ins more than I worry about the police catching up to me for my own mistakes.

Then he says it so casually. Like I should have known that my boss would be psychopathic enough to put on a ski mask and climb in through my bedroom window to take my virginity.

Tanner chuckles. "Okay. No game. You can't expect me to believe you didn't know it was me, Quin... Come on."

There's an almost boyish mischief behind his lashes. Confusion hits me. He actually thinks I knew it was him. Our interactions all seem colored by this revelation and I'm too stunned to move or say anything that makes any sense. I just start stammering until Tanner puts his hand over my mouth firmly and then furrows his brow again.

"Fuck," he whispers, looking down at me, taking in all my panic and then perhaps... realizing his mistake. Or at least realizing that he interpreted everything wrong. Tanner doesn't admit faults from what I know about him.

I glare at him because that's all I can do with his hand over my mouth. He bites down on his lower lip nervously.

"So you haven't been fucking with my head?"

I swat his hand away from my mouth because this part I can't hold back.

"Fucking with you?" I say, my voice coming out as a very annoying sounding squeak. "You're the one climbing in through my window and-- doing things to me!"

"Doing things? What types of things are you accusing me of doing?" he says, suddenly seeming physically larger and more imposing. There are only two ways I can even get out of this situation with Tanner. I can step backwards into my bedroom towards my bed, which is a definite danger zone for us. Getting past Tanner might prove even more difficult. He played football in high school and college.

Even if Eugene sometimes told me I was built like a linebacker, most of them are a little taller than 5'2". My throat constricts.

"You know what you did," I respond weakly. "You hurt me."

Now his face goes from red to purple, like I've somehow said something untrue.

"I made you cum," he snarls. "I didn't... I never meant to hurt you."

"Well you did," I snap at him. How could he seriously think this wouldn’t hurt me? My heart races as I stare at his face, confusion coursing through me. He’s so handsome. So evil. He scared the crap out of me, made me feel so damn crazy, yet now that he’s here in front of me, all of those angry feelings twist up in a ball and turn into something else.

He’s a monster… why do I want him to touch me?

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