Page 7 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

It takes everything inside me not to reach for her. I fist my hands at my sides and just look at her. I need to get the hell out of here before I say fuck my good intentions.

She leans forward and pokes her finger in my chest. “Tell me, Boss. What’s up with that?”

I grab her hand and realize my mistake as soon as I do it. Once I touch her, my need to hold her gets even stronger, and I can’t do that. Once I do, I won’t want to let her go. “Back up, princess. I need to go.”

She doesn’t try to pull away, and so we stand here with me holding her hand in mine. I force myself to release her, but I can’t back up while I’m on my bike, so I sit down. I should start up my bike and pull out, but she’s too close, and I won’t risk it with her practically straddling my front tire.

I grip the bars, and my knuckles turn white. She’s looking at me in awe, like she’s figured out the secret to world peace or something. “Boss, tell me if I’m wrong. You’re the type of man that if you want something, you take it.”

I grit my teeth and don’t respond, trying to figure out where she’s going with this.

“And you want me, but you turned me away.”

My scowl deepens. She’s smirking at me like she has it all figured out. “You don’t just want to fuck me… because if that was the case, you would do it.”

Finally, I’ve had enough. “Quit saying that. Quit saying I want to fuck you.”

She’s blinking at me wide-eyed and innocent, but I see right through it. She knows she’s got me by the balls now, and she’s not going to let it go until I tell her what she wants to hear.

She lifts her shoulders in a big shrug. “But you do. So why does that bother you?”

I grunt. “Because you’re not the type of woman to fuck.”

“Because you like me. I’m not just one of your club’s cherries. You like me, and you want more with me.”

Enough is enough. I can’t keep doing this. The longer I sit here and listen to her, the more I start to have hope that something could actually happen between us, and that’s not going to happen. I won’t let it.

“Stop. Listen, Lexi. Yeah, I’m attracted to you and yeah, I like you, but it doesn’t mean anything. Nothing—and I mean nothing—can happen between us. You don’t belong in my world.”

Her stubbornness shows as she lifts her chin at me. “How do you know if I do or not?”

“Because I know. Look, I fucked up. I should have left you alone, and that’s what I plan to do from now on.”

“But—” she starts, and I shake my head.

“Go get in your car, Lexi.”

“Boss, please.”

There’s steel in my voice because I’m barely holding on. “Lexi, go. I won’t show up at your campus anymore, and I won’t follow you around, but promise me that if you need me, you’ll call me.”

“Uh—” she stutters and points at me. “You’re hot and cold, hot and cold. You say we can’t be together, but you want me to call you if I need something. Please make this make sense.”

“Go get in your car. I’m not doing this, Lexi.”

Her shoulders slump, and she shakes her head before taking a few steps away from me. She stops and turns to face me. “I just have one question.”

I give her a nod, and she smiles at me. “So since it’s not happening between us, I guess this means I can date someone else, right?”

I stand up, kick my leg over my bike, and stalk toward her. I stop before I get to her and try to calm myself down. Rage is flowing through my veins, and I want to claim her right here and right now, but I know I can’t. Not in the state I’m in. What is it about this girl that challenges me at every turn? “You let another man touch you and I’ll kill them.”

She starts to laugh, and when I don’t join her, she stops and swallows hard. “What?” she huskily asks.

I nod. “You heard me.”

“But—” she starts, and I point to her car. “Go, princess. Get in your car. Walk away.”

I’m practically vibrating with anger, thinking about her in the arms of another man, him thinking he has a right to touch her. She’s safe from me, I would never hurt her, but I don’t trust myself around her right now because I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and the more I’m around her, the harder it is to resist her.

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