JOIN THE RIDE OR BE MINE

ALLEY SHADOWS

My legs were still shaking when Lance finally stepped back, leaving me sprawled on his desk like a rumpled offering. My blouse was half-unbuttoned, my pencil skirt bunched around my waist, and my lips felt swollen from his brutal kisses. Between my thighs, I was soaked and aching, my body throbbing with unfulfilled need.

The two men who had just stepped out of the private elevator didn’t even pretend not to stare.

“Prez,” one of them — a tall, tattooed man with a scar across his jaw — greeted Lance with a knowing smirk. “Didn’t know you were busy breaking in new talent.”

Lance’s large hand stayed possessively on my thigh, his thumb stroking slow, maddening circles dangerously close to where I needed him most. He didn’t bother fixing my clothes. “She’s not talent,” he growled, voice still rough with lust. “She’s mine. Eyes off.”

The other man chuckled but looked away.

I tried to close my legs, mortified, but Lance’s grip tightened in warning. His icy blue eyes dropped back to me, dark with promise. “Don’t move, Sunshine. Let them see who you belong to now.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. I should have been terrified. Instead, my traitorous body clenched at his words, another rush of wetness coating my ruined panties.

Lance leaned down, capturing my mouth in another deep, filthy kiss right there in front of them. His tongue tangled with mine while his hand slid higher, cupping me possessively over my soaked lace. He rubbed firmly, pressing the fabric against my swollen c**t until I whimpered into his mouth.

When he finally pulled back, I was panting.

“Jax, Rogue — take the bikes back to the clubhouse,” he ordered without looking away from me. “I’ll handle her tonight.”

The one called Jax grinned. “Sure you don’t want us to stay and watch the show?”

“Out.” Lance’s tone left no room for argument.

The moment the elevator doors closed behind them, I let out a shaky breath. “Mr. Bistros… Lance… this is insane. I can’t — we can’t —”

He silenced me with another kiss, slower this time, almost tender, while his fingers continued their torment between my legs. He stroked me through my panties until my hips were rolling shamelessly against his hand, chasing the pleasure he kept just out of reach.

“You can and we will,” he murmured against my lips. “You’ve been mine since the first time you walked into my office in that tight little skirt. I’ve just been patient.”

He nipped my bottom lip, then sucked on it gently. “But my patience is running out, Eliona.”

He suddenly pulled me off the desk, straightened my skirt with surprisingly gentle hands, and buttoned my blouse. The contrast between his rough touch moments ago and this careful care made my head spin.

“Come,” he said, taking my hand in a grip that allowed no refusal. “We’re leaving.”

I barely had time to grab my purse before he was guiding me into the private elevator. Instead of going down to the main garage, we descended to a hidden sub-level. When the doors opened, the scent of oil, metal, and night air hit me.

Dozens of gleaming black motorcycles lined the underground space. Lance led me to the biggest one — matte black, chrome details, looking every bit as dangerous as its owner.

He handed me a helmet. “Put it on.”

“I’ve never ridden before,” I whispered, nerves and excitement twisting in my stomach.

His smirk was pure sin. “Good. I’ll be your first in more ways than one.”

He mounted the bike, then pulled me on behind him. My arms wrapped tightly around his hard waist, my breasts pressed against his leather cut as I straddled the vibrating machine. The position made my skirt ride up dangerously high.

The engine roared to life beneath us, sending delicious vibrations straight to my core. I moaned softly and instinctively rocked against the seat.

Lance’s hand landed on my thigh, squeezing hard. “Behave, sweetheart. Or I’ll pull over and edge you until you’re begging.”

The bike shot forward into the night.

We didn’t head toward my quiet apartment. Instead, Lance took me through the industrial district, the wind whipping around us as the city lights blurred. Eventually, he slowed down in a narrow, dimly lit alley behind what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

He killed the engine but didn’t get off. Instead, he turned slightly, one strong arm wrapping around my waist as he pulled me even tighter against his back.

His hand slid under my skirt again, fingers slipping beneath my panties this time. He groaned when he felt how drenched I was.

“So f*****g wet for your boss,” he rasped, circling my c**t with two thick fingers. “You like knowing I’m a criminal, don’t you? Like knowing the man who signs your paychecks could ruin your life with one phone call.”

I whimpered, hiding my face against his shoulder as he stroked me faster, harder. The cool night air brushed my exposed thighs while his warm, rough fingers drove me closer and closer to the edge.

Just as my thighs began to tremble and my breathing turned into desperate little gasps, he stopped.

He withdrew his hand, brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, and licked them clean with a low, satisfied growl.

“Not yet,” he said darkly. “You don’t get to come until I decide you’ve earned it.”

I was shaking with frustration and need when he restarted the bike.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, voice hoarse.

Lance glanced back at me, his smile wicked under the streetlights.

“Somewhere I can take my time playing with my new favorite toy. The night is still young, Sunshine… and I’m nowhere near done touching what’s mine.”

The bike roared back to life, carrying us deeper into the darkness of the city — and deeper into the dangerous world of the Black Unicorn MC.