Ruined By My Biker Alpha

Chapter 2

The ride to the Iron Vipers clubhouse felt endless. Lila’s body was trapped against Jax’s solid chest, every bump in the road pressing her harder into him. The vibration of the powerful Harley rumbled between her thighs, making her acutely aware of the thick, hard muscle of his thighs bracketing hers. She tried to focus on the rain stinging her face, on anything except the way his large hand kept splaying possessively over her stomach, fingers occasionally flexing like he was imagining gripping bare skin instead.

God, what is wrong with me? Lila thought, cheeks burning despite the cold rain. He just murdered someone. He kidnapped me. And my body is reacting like this? I’m such a freak. I’ve never even kissed a guy properly, and now I’m getting wet from a murderer’s touch?

Jax’s voice cut through the roar of the engine, low and rough against her ear. “Stop squirming, little rabbit. You keep rubbing that sweet ass against my c**k and I might decide to pull over and start your ruin tonight instead of waiting.”

Lila stiffened, a fresh wave of heat flooding her core at his crude words. He can’t mean that. He’s just trying to scare me. But the thick bulge she could feel pressing insistently against her lower back told a different story. He was huge. Intimidatingly huge.

Fuck, she’s perfect, Jax thought, his jaw clenching as he navigated the wet streets. Soft, trembling, smelling like vanilla and rain and untouched p***y. One look at those big doe eyes and I knew I wasn’t letting her go. She witnessed a kill—club rules say she dies. But the second I touched her, something snapped. She’s mine now. I’ll lock her down, break her in slow, and fill that virgin cunt until she forgets any life existed before me.

The clubhouse came into view—a sprawling, fortified compound on the outskirts of the city. High fences topped with razor wire, guarded gates, rows of Harleys lined up like sleeping beasts. Jax killed the engine and dismounted, pulling Lila off with him in one smooth motion. She stumbled, legs weak from the ride and fear.

“Please,” she whispered, looking up at him with those wide, glossy eyes. “I have a life. College. My family will look for me—”

Jax cupped her face with one rough hand, his thumb tracing her cheekbone almost gently. Inside, his blood was roaring. So f*****g innocent. That mouth is going to look obscene wrapped around my c**k.

“Your old life is over, Lila. You belong to the club now. More importantly…” His gray eyes darkened with raw hunger. “You belong to me.”

He didn’t wait for her protest. He scooped her up again, this time cradling her against his chest like a bride, and carried her through the heavy steel doors. The common room was loud—music thumping, men laughing, the smell of smoke, whiskey, and s*x thick in the air. Several club whores were draped over members, some already half-naked and moaning.

Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Oh my God. This is like something out of a nightmare… or a dirty fantasy I’d never admit to having. She buried her face in Jax’s leather cut, mortified at the slickness she could feel between her own thighs.

Jax’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle as he felt her hiding. “Look all you want, baby. Soon enough you’ll be the one getting f****d in front of everyone if you don’t learn to behave.”

He carried her past the chaos, down a long hallway, and into a large room at the end—clearly his private quarters. It was surprisingly clean: king-sized bed with black sheets, heavy wooden furniture, walls covered in club memorabilia and weapons. He kicked the door shut behind them and finally set her down.

Lila backed away until her thighs hit the edge of the bed. “What are you going to do to me?”

Jax stalked toward her slowly, peeling off his wet leather cut and tossing it aside. His black t-shirt clung to his muscled torso, revealing the ink covering his arms and the scars peeking from the collar. He looked every bit the predator.

“For tonight?” He reached out and tugged the zipper of her soaked cardigan down, exposing the thin white tank top underneath, now nearly transparent from the rain. Her n*****s were hard little peaks pressing against the fabric. “I’m going to strip you, dry you off, and lock you in here where you can’t run. You’ll sleep in my bed. Naked.”

Lila’s breath hitched. Naked? In his bed? With him? Her mind screamed danger, but her traitorous body clenched at the thought. “I… I can’t. I’ve never—”

“Never what?” Jax’s voice dropped even lower as he stepped closer, towering over her. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Never been touched? Never had a man spread those pretty legs and taste that virgin p***y? Good. Because from now on, every first is mine. I’m going to ruin you so thoroughly you’ll beg for my c**k every night.”

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “And when I finally f**k you, little rabbit, I’m not pulling out. I’m breeding you deep until my c*m is dripping down your thighs and you know exactly who you belong to.”

Lila whimpered, knees weak. Part of her wanted to fight. The bigger part—the dark, secret part she’d buried for years—was already imagining it.

Jax pulled back just enough to see her flushed face. She’s already soaking for me. I can smell it. My perfect little captive. I’ll take my time breaking her in. By the time I’m done, she won’t remember how to live without me.

“Strip,” he ordered, voice like gravel and sin. “Or I’ll do it for you.”