Page 3 of The Bikers Redemption

He holds both my wrists in one hand and moves his free hand to travel down my neck to my torso, and then he cups my pussy, using his palm to place pressure there. I try to break free once again, but I can’t because his body is so goddamn heavy I can’t move an inch.

“Don’t! Please don’t,” I beg.

“Mmm… you feel so good. What’s wrong, Serena? Scared, are you? I’ll prove to you just how much you still want me. I’m going to make you regret marrying that pissant.”

I look up into his face, and the young boy I knew is gone, replaced by a man who has revenge in his eyes. The eyes that used to be filled with love, adoration, and longing now show hatred.

He leans down, and before I know it, his lips are on mine. I want to pull back and yell but can’t because my body is treacherous. It’s loving the familiar feel of his fingers that are placing light strokes on the inside of my thighs. His tongue delves into my mouth, demanding entrance, seeking mine. But he doesn’t give in. Suddenly, Harley is sucking mine into his mouth before I know it. As we lose control, he bites down on my bottom lip, leaving us with the taste of copper.

His fingers are next. He rubs my bud in circular motions, making me even wetter than I already am.

“So wet, baby, so fuckin’ perfect,” he hisses between kisses.

“Do you know how much I missed this? Missed you? This pussy ismine. You understand me?” he says between kisses.

“Mine! That fuckin’ husband of yours will never have what is mine again. Do you understand me? I own it, I own you, and I won’t ever give you up. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry I let you go.”

His words are driving me absolutely crazy. They’re so honest and sexy and have me going wild.

“Please,” I beg, and I hate myself for wanting exactly what he said I would. I want him now, inside me, giving me the release I know he can give.

One finger enters me, and I arch my back, crying out at the pleasure it brings. “That’s it, baby, that’s what I want to hear. How about now?” He enters a second finger.

“Oh God. God, Harley.”

“That’s it, Serena. I want you screaming out my name when I fuck you. I’m going to fuck Luca out of you and make sure you remember exactly who owns you.”

His hot mouth sucks on my nipple through the satin fabric, and he bites down, causing pleasurable pain. I cry out again, and his fingers pump faster while his thumb circles my clit. My hands slide through his hair and push, bringing him closer to my breasts. He keeps sucking me there and then continues down my body, kissing and licking a trail over my torso, reaching his goal.

I hate myself for allowing this to happen, but when it comes to Harley, no is not in his vocabulary. Even though I asked him not to, he knows that once his mouth is on mine, it drives me wild just as it does to him.

He keeps fingering me as his tongue slides through my folds. I ride his mouth while my hands remain in his hair, shouting my pleasure.

Sucking my swollen bud into his mouth, he releases it with a pop and flicks it with his tongue while his fingers reach for that tender spot.

That is my undoing. Pleasure rips through me to my toes. My head thrashes from side to side, and my body shakes with the intensity of the moment. His mouth is now on mine, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, and it drives me wild.

I haven’t come this hard since the last time I was in Harley’s bed. Luca is a great lover, but he’s never gone down on me. He says it’s not his style, but I didn’t really care. However, Harley has just made me realize how much I’ve missed it.

Suddenly, his mouth leaves mine, and he jumps off the bed, looking down at me.

Coming down from the high, I meet his stare, confused. Didn’t he just say he was going to fuck me? What made him stop? Shame washes over me from the fact that I let him have me. Today is my wedding day, and I’ve already broken my vows.

Damn him for making me crave his touch.

His eyes give away that he knows he got to me.

Mine move from him to the bulge between his legs. He may try to distance himself from me, but it’s clear he’s as turned on as I am. So why didn’t he just take me here and now?

Only moments ago, I was begging him for more.

Slowly, I get up from the bed and stand to face him.

“What are you doing here, Harley? Did you do it? Did you kill Javier Clemente?”

He smirks.

“Why do you ask? Don’t tell me you cared for that murdering son of a bitch?” He growls out the words, and I realize I was right. He killed him. But why? Why did he hate him so much?

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