Ruined By My Biker Alpha

Chapter 5

Jax spent the entire day like a caged animal.

He paced the garage for hours, tools forgotten on the workbench while his matte-black Harley sat half-disassembled. Every few minutes his mind drifted back upstairs—to the locked room where Lila was waiting. Naked under his sheets. Probably still flushed from last night. Probably wet again if she’d been thinking about his mouth on her.

What the f**k is wrong with me? he thought, running a hand through his dark hair for the tenth time. I’ve killed men without blinking. I’ve taken what I wanted from women who threw themselves at me. Now one tiny, innocent little rabbit has me hesitating like a f*****g teenager. His c**k had been half-hard all day, throbbing every time he remembered how perfectly her p***y had tasted, how her thighs had trembled around his head when she came. I should go up there right now, spread her legs, and finally ruin that virgin cunt. Fill her until my c*m is leaking out for hours. Make her scream “Daddy” while I breed her deep.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he paced faster, boots echoing on the concrete. The image that kept haunting him wasn’t just her spread open and begging—it was the way her big eyes had looked up at him this morning. Scared, yes. But also curious. Trusting. Like she was waiting for him to decide what came next.

She’s a liability. She saw me put a bullet in Snake. Club rules say handle the witness. But the thought of anyone else touching her… His fists clenched so hard his scarred knuckles cracked. No. She’s mine. I’ll keep her locked down, safe, and slowly break her until she can’t live without me. Until she’s carrying my kid and wearing my property patch.

By late afternoon, the restlessness became unbearable. Jax grabbed his cut, stormed out to his bike, and rode into town alone. He told himself it was just to clear his head. Twenty minutes later he found himself standing in the candy aisle of a small corner store like an i***t, staring at rows of chocolate.

She probably likes sweet s**t. Girls like her do. He grabbed a pack of expensive dark chocolate with caramel centers, then added a second one with hazelnuts. f**k. This is pathetic. I’m the President of the Iron Vipers, not some simp buying gifts for a captive.

He paid cash and rode back, the small bag burning a hole in his pocket the whole way.

The moment he stepped back into the clubhouse, Tank and Razor were waiting like vultures.

Tank spotted the plastic bag immediately and let out a booming laugh. “No f*****g way. Is that… chocolate? Reaper, you went soft on us, brother!”

Razor leaned against the bar, grinning like a shark. “Look at him. Big bad alpha biker went grocery shopping for his little prisoner. What’s next, Prez? Flowers? A teddy bear? You gonna tuck her in and read her a bedtime story too?”

A couple of other members nearby chuckled, one of them whistling low. “Damn, he’s got it bad. Yesterday he was threatening to ruin her on the pool table. Today he’s bringing her sweets like she’s his old lady.”

Jax’s jaw tightened, gray eyes flashing dangerously. They’re pushing it. But inside, the words hit harder than they should have. Falling in love? Bullshit. This is control. I’m just keeping her happy so she stops fighting me. So she opens those pretty legs easier when I finally take her. His c**k twitched at the thought, pressing insistently against his zipper again.

“Keep running your mouths and I’ll put a bullet in both of you,” he growled, but there was no real heat behind it. He shoved past them toward the stairs, the chocolate bag crinkling in his grip.

Tank called after him, still laughing. “One step from falling in love, Prez! We see you! Next thing you know you’ll be proposing with a ring instead of a collar!”

Jax flipped them off without turning around, but the teasing stuck in his head like barbed wire.

They don’t get it. She’s not just a f**k. She’s… mine. Completely. I’ll ruin her body, her mind, her future. No one else will ever touch her. No one else will ever make her come the way I will. The possessiveness burned hotter than ever, mixing with something warmer, more dangerous. Something that felt suspiciously like want beyond just claiming her cunt.

He unlocked the door to his room and stepped inside.

Lila was sitting on the edge of the bed, now wearing an oversized Iron Vipers t-shirt that one of the old ladies must have brought her. It swallowed her petite frame, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs. Her long dark hair was damp from a shower, and those big expressive eyes widened when she saw him.

“You came back,” she said softly, a mix of relief and nervousness in her voice.

Fuck, she looks good in my shirt. Jax closed the door behind him, locking it again. He tossed the bag of chocolate onto the bed beside her.

“Thought you might be hungry for something sweet,” he muttered, voice rough. Why the hell did I say that? I sound whipped.

Lila picked up the pack, turning it over in her small hands. A tiny, surprised smile tugged at her lips—the first real one he’d seen from her. “Chocolate? For me?”

Jax crossed his arms, trying to look imposing even as his c**k throbbed at the sight of that smile. That smile could bring a man to his knees. I want to see it while she’s choking on my d**k. I want to see it while she’s round with my baby.

“Don’t get used to it, little rabbit,” he said, but his tone lacked its usual edge. “Eat. Then maybe tonight I’ll finally start ruining you properly.”

Inside, though, the pacing hadn’t stopped. His mind kept circling the same dangerous thoughts:

She’s getting under my skin. One innocent girl, and I’m bringing her f*****g chocolate instead of forcing her to her knees.

He watched her open the pack and take a small bite, her pink tongue darting out to catch a bit of caramel. His resolve cracked a little more.

Just a little longer. Then I’ll break her. Then I’ll make sure she never wants to leave.

But as he stood there, hard and conflicted, Jax wasn’t sure who was truly being ruined anymore.