Ruined By My Biker Alpha

Chapter 4

Lila woke to the feeling of a heavy, warm arm draped possessively across her waist. Sunlight filtered weakly through the blackout curtains of Jax’s room, but the clubhouse was already alive with distant sounds—engines revving, men shouting, the clink of bottles. She was still completely naked, her body tucked tightly against Jax’s much larger frame. His bare chest pressed to her back, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing… and something else.

Something very hard and very thick nestled against the curve of her ass.

Oh God, Lila thought, cheeks flaming instantly. He’s… he’s erect. Right now. While he’s sleeping. Memories of last night flooded back—the way his mouth had devoured her, the two thick fingers stretching her, the orgasm that had torn through her like nothing she’d ever felt. She squirmed slightly, trying to create space, but the movement only made his c**k twitch against her. A low, sleepy growl rumbled from his chest.

She feels too f*****g good, Jax thought, eyes still closed but fully awake now. Soft skin, that sweet vanilla scent mixed with the smell of her come from last night. I told her I was going to ruin her—bend her over and breed that virgin p***y until she couldn’t walk. So why the hell am I hesitating? His hand flexed on her hip, fingers digging in just enough to hold her still. Because one taste wasn’t enough. I want her begging. I want her ruined so completely she chooses me. Not just forced. Mine in every way.

He rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion, looming over her. Lila’s wide eyes met his stormy gray ones. Her breath caught at the raw hunger etched on his face.

“Morning, little rabbit,” he rasped, voice gravelly with sleep and lust. His morning wood pressed hot and heavy against her inner thigh, the thick head already leaking precum. “You slept like an angel in my bed. All naked and wet for me again, aren’t you?”

Lila bit her lip, thighs pressing together instinctively. He’s going to do it now. He’s going to take me. I should be terrified… but part of me wants him to. “Reaper… you said you’d ruin me last night.”

Jax’s jaw clenched. He reached down, gripping his massive c**k and stroking it once, slowly, right there between her legs. The sight made Lila’s core clench emptily. f**k, I want to. I want to shove every inch inside her tight little hole and fill her until she’s dripping my c*m for days. But instead of thrusting forward, he pulled back with a frustrated groan and rolled off the bed.

“Not today,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.

Lila blinked in confusion, sitting up and pulling the sheet over her breasts. “What? But you—”

“Club business,” he lied gruffly, grabbing his jeans and yanking them on over his straining erection. The denim did little to hide the impressive bulge. “Stay here. Door’s locked from the outside. One of the old ladies will bring you clothes and food. Don’t try anything stupid.”

He paused at the door, looking back at her flushed, naked form tangled in his black sheets. She looks like she belongs here. In my bed. Wearing my mark. The thought hit him harder than expected, making his c**k throb painfully. He adjusted himself roughly and stormed out before he could change his mind.

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Down in the common room, the Iron Vipers were gathered around the bar and pool tables, nursing coffee and hangover cures. Tank, the burly VP with a thick beard and a scar across his cheek, spotted Jax first and let out a low whistle.

“Well, well. Look who finally crawled out of his cave. Thought you’d be balls-deep in that pretty little witness all morning, Prez.”

Jax shot him a glare that would’ve made most men piss themselves, but Tank just grinned wider. Razor, the club’s enforcer, leaned against the bar with a beer already in hand despite the early hour.

“Yeah, what’s the hold-up, Reaper? You dragged her in here like a caveman claiming his mate. Figured we’d hear her screaming your name by now. Or did the little virgin wear you out already?”

A few other brothers laughed, raising their bottles in mock toast.

Jax grabbed a mug of black coffee, his scowl deepening. He could still taste Lila on his tongue. Could still feel how perfectly her tight p***y had clenched around his fingers. I should’ve f****d her raw this morning. Should’ve made her take every inch until she was crying and begging for my c*m. But the image that kept flashing in his mind wasn’t just claiming her body—it was her soft smile, the way her fingers had tangled in his hair last night, the vulnerable trust in her eyes even while she trembled.

“Shut the f**k up,” he growled, but there was less bite than usual. “She’s not some club w***e. She saw too much. She stays locked down until I decide what to do with her.”

Tank clapped him on the shoulder, laughing. “Decide? Brother, you’ve been pacing like a caged animal since you brought her in. You’re one step away from falling in love, man. Next thing we know you’ll be buying her flowers and writing her poetry instead of breeding her on the pool table.”

Razor nearly choked on his beer. “Reaper in love? s**t, that’d be a first. The ruthless President brought low by a tiny little college girl. Bet she’s got you wrapped around her finger already.”

Jax slammed his mug down, the sound cracking through the room. His c**k was still rock-hard, aching from denial. They’re wrong. This isn’t love. This is obsession. Possession. I’m going to ruin her—body, mind, soul. She’ll be addicted to my c**k, my c*m, my protection. Nothing more. But even as he thought it, a dangerous warmth spread in his chest at the idea of her waiting for him upstairs. Naked. Wet. His.

“Laugh it up,” he snarled, heading for the door. “When I finally break her in, you’ll all hear her screaming my name loud enough to shake the walls. And she won’t be screaming for anyone else—ever.”

As he walked out to the garage to work on his bike and clear his head, Jax couldn’t shake the image of Lila curled up in his bed.

One more day. Just one more day of restraint. Then I’ll ruin her so thoroughly she’ll never recover.

But deep down, he wasn’t sure who was really being ruined.