Page 14 of The Bikers Redemption

“I’m sorry.”

He stops, turns to me, and drops his hands. “Sorry? What the fuck for?”

Sitting up to face him, my eyes travel from his gaze to the bulge between his legs, then back up to his dark, dangerous eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, Serena. I’m holding on to what control I have left, and it’s taking everything in my power not to fuck you right here and now. Because, baby, I’m hungry for you. I’m a starved man who craves you.Allof you.”

My stomach does somersaults, and a throbbing sensation begins between my thighs. I’ve always loved his choice of words and how he never held back his thoughts. His honesty makes me melt at every word that comes out of his mouth.

His chest rises with each breath, and I can sense he’s telling the truth and struggling to hold back. The Harley I knew wouldn’t think twice if he wanted me. He would just take me, but now, things are different.

I’m married, and he hurt me.

“I’m sorry.”

He storms toward me and stops as he reaches the side of the bed. “No, don’t say it. Again, I ask, what are you sorry for?”

Shrugging, I reply, “I don’t know what for. All I know is this is too much. I can’t do this, Harley. I can’t relive the pain. I’ve created a new life for myself and moved on. You need to move on too. You made your choice, and I’ve made mine.”

He chews on his bottom lip, and I can’t help but devour his body. Luca is in great shape, but he has nothing on Harley. While Luca has an athlete’s lean and toned physique, Harley personifies masculinity in a whole new way. Beneath his skin, his muscles ripple. He must have an eight-pack, if that’s even possible.

My mouth goes dry, remembering how thick and long his cock is and how I would gasp every time he entered me.

“Never,” he states, shaking his head. “I’mnevergoing to move on. You’remine, Serena.”

Inhaling, I say, “Harley…”

“No!”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I continue, “There’s nothing between us anymore. What we had is in the past. Now, please let me go. I need to get back to—”

I don’t continue because Harley is on top of me, kissing me deeply.

His hand squeezes my cheeks, and he pulls back. “I told younotto mention his name. Now you’re going to pay for that.”

My eyes widen, fear gripping me, knowing what kind of punishment he means. “You wouldn’t.”

He smirks. “Just test me, Serena.”

His mouth is on mine again, and he leans to my side of the bed and rips the sheets from my body. I try to protest, but my body is torturous and wants whatever he has to offer.

His tongue demands an entrance, and I open for him, allowing him to ravish my mouth. Both hands cup my face as he controls the kiss, licking and nipping like a starved man. “Fuck, I want you, Serena. I can’t control myself. I need to be inside you.” His eyes look deep into mine. “Tell me you want this too?”

Oh God, I do. I want him so much.

His right hand leaves my face and circles my right nipple. I cry out when he pinches it through my T-shirt. His palm runs down my torso, and his finger dips underneath the lining of my panties.

Taking a breath, I squeeze my eyes shut. Guilt washes over me as Luca comes to my mind. What kind of woman am I? How can I give in to him so easily after everything he has put me through? What am I doing?

“Please stop,” I beg. “I can’t do this.”

He pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Tears burn my eyes, and suddenly, it all gets too overwhelming—the wedding, the death, being kidnapped, and now, Harley’s back in the picture, wanting things to return to the way they were. After three long years of missing him, now he’s here with me, telling me he wants me back—the words I longed to hear for such a long time—but it’s too late.

My heart sinks because I realize he will not let me go, and I need him to.

Placing my hands flat against his chest, I put pressure there. He understands my intention, so he pulls himself off me and lies on his back again.

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