Page 44 of The Bikers Redemption

“Don’t test me, Harley. You know I’m a woman of my word.”

He smirks. “Yeah, yeah. Now stop being so annoying and make me something to eat. I’m hungry,” he demands, his voice loud.

She doesn’t respond, but I hear her footsteps as she leaves.

We are quiet for a long moment, our eyes locked on each other.

He’s the first to break the silence with, “Serena,” he coos, stepping toward me. He kneels in front of me and places his hands on my thighs. “If Luca Clemente laid a hand on you, I want to know.”

His eyes are serious, but yet I see sincerity in them. He is genuinely concerned.

“Please, Harley,” I plead. “Not now.”

He raises his palms. “Okay, not now.”

Tilting my head to the side, I ask, “What are you doing here anyway? And how did you know I ran?”

He smiles. “Did you really think I was just going to leave New York after you ran? I told you, Serena, I want you back, and I’ll do anything for that to happen.”

My heart sinks, remembering everything I have learned in the last forty-eight hours about how my father had a hand in his father’s death and the Clementes were the ones who pulled the trigger. Well, not exactly, but they agreed to the kill.

Will Harley still want me back once he hears everything?

God, I feel sick just thinking about it.

“Oh, Harley, you don’t want me. I’m not right for you, plus there are plenty of women who could be what you need.”

He stops my words by smashing his lips to mine. My hands instantly wrap around his neck, and I run my fingers through his thick, black hair. A moan escapes me when he shoves his tongue inside my mouth and seeks out mine. We kiss, we suck, hungry for each other.

He stands, taking me along with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The bulge through his jeans rubs against my center. We’re in a frenzy. He pushes me against the wall, his thighs keeping me steady. I want him so bad that I think I’ll faint just from this feeling alone.

Everything in my body vibrates, and he knows it.

He licks a line from my collarbone to my cheek and kisses me there.

Leaning in, he whispers, “Baby, I’m going to take you. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes.” I hiss, needing him to do exactly that.

His mouth is ravishing my neck, and I notice how gentle he is when he covers my bruises with his soft lips.

I want him to wipe away last night when Luca attacked me.

I want to feel warmth again.

I want to feel treasured.

Not treated like some kind of animal.

He kisses me deeply, and I feel it to my toes. We’re in a frenzy, and I have got to feel his skin against mine.

My hands shove his cut over his shoulders and lay it carefully on the nearby chair. Instantly, my hands move to his T-shirt, lift it over his head, and let it fall to the floor. My eyes are mesmerized by his chest, his tattoos tempting me, so I run my fingers over them. He lets me inspect them for a while, and something catches my eye between his ink. It’s right behind an image of a bird that looks as if it is flying into the sunset. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before, but what catches my eye is the name ‘Serena’ tattooed under it.

Curious, I ask, “What is this?” He looks down at where my hand is and sighs. His lips are wet from our kisses. I want to ravish his mouth again, but this tattoo has caught my attention, especially because it is my name.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and smiles. “It’s an image of the one I love who I let fly away.”

He’s talking about me.

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