Page 51 of Her Possessive Bikers

Her breath catches. I pull back just enough to see her face - pupils blown wide, lips parted. The defiance is still there, but now there's something else too. Something hungry.

"I don't need-" she starts, but I cut her off, crushing my mouth to hers.

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INDY

His lips crash against mine with a force that leaves me breathless. I’m furious, but my body betrays me. Every fiber of my being responds to his demanding kiss, and I can’t think straight. Tres grips my waist, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in the roughness of his touch.

"You think you can just run off?" he growls against my lips. "You need someone to keep you in line."

I shove him back just enough to catch my breath, eyes blazing. "Keep me in line? I’m not some animal who can be tamed, Tres. I can handle myself."

He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound. "Is that right? 'Cause it sure looks like you need a lesson in following orders."

His words send a shiver down my spine, but I refuse to back down. "Maybe you’re the one who needs a lesson," I say, my voice dripping with defiance.

Tres narrows his eyes and leans in close, his breath hot on my ear. "Is that a challenge?"

I smirk, lifting my chin defiantly. "Take it however you want."

Without warning, he spins me around and presses me against the kitchen counter. The cool surface digs into my thighs as his hands roam over my body, claiming every inch with possessive fervor.

"You've got a smart mouth on you," he murmurs, sliding his hand down to grip my ass firmly.

I arch back into him, meeting his touch with equal fervor. "Maybe you just can't handle it."

He responds by smacking my ass hard enough to sting. "Trust me baby girl, I can handle anything," he says darkly.

A gasp escapes me, half surprise, half pleasure. My anger simmers beneath the surface but it's mixed with something more primal. I push back against him again, giving as good as I get.

"You’re gonna have to do better than that," I taunt.

Tres growls low in his throat and tightens his grip on my hips. He presses closer, his hardness unmistakable against me. His lips brush against the shell of my ear as he speaks.

"You've got no idea what you're asking for."

My pulse quickens at his words, and I tilt my head back to meet his gaze over my shoulder. "What? Afraid you can't keep up old man?"

Tres spins me back around to face him, his eyes burning with an intensity that sends a thrill straight to my core. He leans in, his breath hot against my skin. "You don't know what you just got yourself into, little girl."

I swallow hard, my defiance faltering under the weight of his gaze. "Maybe I do," I manage to say, though my voice wavers.

His lips curl into a wicked smile. "Take your fucking clothes off. Now, Indiana."

My heart races, a mixture of defiance and arousal making my skin tingle. I want to be a brat so bad, to push his buttons and see how far he'll go. But damn, I’m so turned on I can barely thinkstraight. I start peeling off my clothes, slow and steady, watching the way his eyes darken with every inch of exposed skin.

First, my shirt drops to the floor, followed by my jeans. I'm left standing in nothing but a white lace bra and panties. Tres's gaze roams over me hungrily.

"So innocent," he murmurs, stepping closer until I can feel the heat radiating off him. "But I'm about to fucking ruin you for everyone."

Before I can respond, he reaches out and rips my bra away with one swift motion. The sound of tearing fabric mingles with my gasp of surprise.

"Hey!" I protest weakly.

He silences me by capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand kneads my breast roughly. A moan escapes me before I can stop it, and he chuckles against my skin.

"That's right," he murmurs between sucks and licks. "You're mine now."

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