Ruined By My Biker Alpha

Chapter 3

Lila stood frozen at the edge of the massive bed, her soaked clothes clinging to her body like a second skin. Jax’s command still hung heavy in the air—“Strip, or I’ll do it for you.” Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

This can’t be happening. I’m not that girl. I’ve spent my whole life being good—studying, following rules, never even letting a boy get past second base. And now this terrifying, beautiful monster wants me naked in his bed? Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to hide the embarrassing ache building between them.

Why does his voice make me feel like this? Like I’m melting from the inside.

Jax watched her with predatory patience, arms crossed over his broad chest. The wet black t-shirt stretched across his muscles, outlining every ridge and valley. Look at her. Trembling like a little virgin sacrifice. Those big eyes are screaming “run,” but her n*****s are begging to be sucked. She’s already mine—she just doesn’t know how deep yet. I could bend her over right now and bury my c**k in that tight little cunt, but no. I want her dripping and desperate first. I want her to crave the ruin.

“Tick-tock, little rabbit,” he growled, taking one slow step closer. “I don’t repeat myself.”

Lila’s fingers shook as she reached for the hem of her tank top. Tears pricked her eyes, but there was heat too—shameful, liquid heat that made her c**t throb. She peeled the wet fabric up and over her head, exposing her simple white bra and the soft swell of her breasts. The cool air hit her damp skin, making her n*****s tighten even more.

Jax’s gray eyes darkened to storm clouds.

Fuck. Perfect t**s. Small enough to fit in my palms, sensitive enough that she’ll cry when I bite them. “Bra too. Now.”

She hesitated, cheeks burning crimson. He’s going to see everything. No one’s ever seen me like this. With a shaky breath, she unclasped her bra and let it fall. Her breasts bounced free—full, pert, with rosy n*****s begging for attention.

“Good girl,” Jax rumbled, the praise sliding over her like warm honey. He closed the distance in two strides, one large hand coming up to cup her left breast, thumb brushing roughly over the peak. Lila gasped, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips.

Oh God… his hand is so big. So rough. It feels wrong… and so good. Her back arched slightly despite herself.

Jax leaned down, his hot breath fanning across her neck. “These are mine now. Every inch of you is mine.” He pinched her n****e lightly, rolling it between his fingers until she whimpered. “Say it.”

“I… I’m yours,” she whispered, voice breaking.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Jax.”

He chuckled darkly. “Not Jax tonight, baby. When you’re naked and dripping for me, you call me Reaper… or Daddy. Understand?”

Lila nodded frantically, too overwhelmed to argue. Daddy? That should disgust me. Why does it make me clench?

Jax’s other hand moved to her jeans, popping the button with practiced ease. He shoved the wet denim down her hips along with her panties in one rough tug, leaving her completely bare. Lila tried to cover herself with her hands, but he caught her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one massive palm.

“Don’t hide from me,” he ordered. His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers brushing the soft patch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. “Look how pretty this little p***y is. Barely touched, isn’t it? Still tight enough to choke my cock.”

Lila’s knees buckled. He’s touching me there. No one’s ever— A thick finger parted her folds, finding her embarrassingly slick. Jax groaned low in his throat.

“f*****g soaked already. You like being stripped and manhandled by a dirty biker, don’t you? Your body knows what it needs even if your pretty head is fighting it.”

He circled her swollen c**t once, twice—slow, teasing pressure that made her hips jerk. Lila bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyway, high and needy.

This is insane. He killed a man tonight and now he’s playing with me like a toy. But I can’t stop wanting more. I hate how much I want it.

Jax released her wrists only to lift her onto the bed, laying her back against the cool black sheets. He stood at the foot, staring down at her spread naked body like a king surveying his conquest. Slowly, he peeled off his own wet shirt, revealing a torso carved from muscle and covered in intricate tattoos—skulls, vipers, scars that told violent stories. His jeans hung low on his hips, the massive bulge straining against the denim obvious.

She’s going to look so good stretched around me, he thought, palming his c**k through his pants. But not tonight. Tonight I taste her. Get her addicted to my mouth so she’ll beg for the rest later.

He climbed onto the bed, broad shoulders forcing her legs apart. Lila tried to close them on instinct, but his strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide open.

“Reaper—wait—” she gasped.

“Too late for waiting, little rabbit.” He lowered his head, hot breath ghosting over her dripping p***y. “I’m going to eat this virgin cunt until you scream my name. And you’re going to come on my tongue like the good girl you are.”

His mouth descended.

The first long, slow lick from her entrance to her c**t made Lila’s back bow off the bed. “Oh—oh my God!”

Jax growled against her flesh, the vibration shooting straight to her core. He licked her again, deeper this time, savoring her taste. Sweet as f*****g sin. Untouched honey. She’s going to be addicted to this.

He sucked her c**t into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while two thick fingers teased her entrance, not pushing in yet—just circling, promising. Lila’s hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as her hips bucked against his face.

It feels too good. I shouldn’t— I can’t— but I’m going to…

“That’s it,” he murmured against her, voice muffled. “Ride my face, baby. Show me how bad you need to come.”

He pushed one thick finger inside her—tight, so f*****g tight—and curled it against that sensitive spot while his tongue worked her c**t mercilessly. Lila’s moans turned into broken cries, her thighs shaking around his head.

“I—I can’t—Reaper—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, adding a second finger and sucking hard. “Come now.”

The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Lila screamed, her entire body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her for the first time at someone else’s hands. Waves of it kept coming while Jax kept licking and fingering her through it, drawing it out until she was a sobbing, oversensitive mess.

When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistened with her release. He crawled up her body, caging her in with his massive frame, and kissed her deeply—letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“First one of many, little rabbit,” he whispered against her lips, voice dark with promise. “Tomorrow I start really ruining you.”

Lila lay there boneless, chest heaving, mind spinning. What have I done? And why do I already want more?

Jax pulled her against his chest, one possessive arm locked around her waist, his still-hard c**k pressing insistently against her ass. “Sleep. You’re going to need your strength.”

But sleep was the last thing on either of their minds.