JOIN THE RIDE OR BE MINE

CORNERED BY LEATHER

I sat frozen on the worn leather couch in the corner of the Black Unicorn clubhouse, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The taste of myself still lingered on my tongue from Lance’s fingers. My body was on fire — throbbing, wet, and desperately unfinished.

The heavy steel doors had slammed shut behind Lance and his men as they went outside to deal with the Los Diablos intruders. The music had been turned down, but the tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. A few club girls watched me with narrowed, jealous eyes. Lila “Vixen” Torres — the one with fiery red hair and a cut that barely covered anything — smirked at me like she already knew I wouldn’t last.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to steady my breathing. Minutes felt like hours.

Then the doors burst open again.

Lance strode back in like a storm cloud, his expression dark and lethal. There was a fresh smear of blood on his knuckles. His icy blue eyes scanned the room until they locked on me. Without a word, he crossed the floor in long, powerful strides, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up from the couch.

“Come with me.”

His voice was rough, leaving no room for questions. He led me down a dimly lit hallway at the back of the clubhouse, past several closed doors, until we reached one at the very end. He shoved it open and pulled me inside.

It was his room.

Minimalist but unmistakably his — a massive king-sized bed with black sheets, a heavy wooden dresser, motorcycle parts on a workbench in the corner, and walls covered in club patches and weapon displays. The faint scent of his cologne and leather filled the space.

The door locked with a heavy click behind us.

Before I could speak, Lance had me backed against the wall, his big body caging me in completely. One hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up to his while the other slid straight under my skirt again.

“You have no idea what you’ve walked into, do you, Sunshine?” he growled, lips brushing mine.

He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth crashed down on mine in a brutal, claiming kiss. His tongue invaded, tasting, dominating, devouring every soft whimper I made. While he kissed me senseless, his fingers pushed my soaked panties aside and plunged two thick digits deep inside me without warning.

I cried out into his mouth as he filled me, stretching my tight walls. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot that made my knees buckle.

“f**k, you’re dripping down my hand,” he rasped against my lips. “All this for me. After watching me handle business like that.”

He added a third finger, stretching me wider. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers f*****g me filled the room. His thumb pressed firm, relentless circles on my swollen c**t while his mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave fresh marks.

I was shaking, moaning, my hips rocking desperately against his hand. The pleasure was almost too much. I was right there again — teetering on the edge of a devastating orgasm.

“Lance… please…” I begged, voice broken.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my throat. “Not yet, baby. You’re going to learn that I control every single one of your orgasms from now on.”

He suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping me right on that agonizing edge. His free hand yanked my blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. He pulled my bra down and latched his hot mouth onto my breast, sucking hard on my n****e while his fingers continued their torturous rhythm inside me.

I was losing my mind. Tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure pricked my eyes.

He switched to the other breast, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue. All the while, his fingers kept me suspended in that cruel, delicious limbo — never letting me fall, never letting me rest.

A sharp knock sounded on the door.

“Prez,” Jax’s voice called from the hallway. “The Diablos are gone for now, but Rico sent a message. He said he’s very interested in your new ‘corporate whore.’ Threatened to come collect her himself if you don’t tighten security.”

Lance’s entire body went rigid against mine. His fingers stilled deep inside me.

A dangerous, feral growl rumbled from his chest. He pulled his hand free, leaving me empty and aching worse than ever. Then he gripped my chin hard, forcing me to look into his burning eyes.

“No one touches what’s mine,” he snarled. “Not Rico. Not anyone.”

He kissed me again — slower this time, but no less possessive. His tongue stroked mine in deep, filthy licks while his hand returned between my thighs, cupping me possessively, two fingers resting just inside my entrance without moving.

“You’re staying here tonight,” he said against my lips. “In my bed. Under my protection.”

My mind was spinning. Fear and desire warred inside me. I was trapped between the ruthless billionaire I thought I knew and this violent, commanding biker president who had completely upended my world in a single night.

Lance stepped back slightly, his eyes raking over my disheveled state — blouse open, skirt bunched around my waist, lips swollen, neck and breasts covered in his marks.

He licked his fingers clean again, savoring my taste, then gave me a dark, predatory smile.

“Strip down to your panties and get on my bed, Eliona. I’m not finished playing with you yet. And this time… I might just let you beg properly.”

My hands trembled as I reached for the remaining buttons of my blouse, heart pounding with anticipation and fear.

The low rumble of more motorcycles arriving at the compound vibrated through the walls, reminding me that danger was circling closer with every passing minute.

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Will Lance finally lose control and fully claim me in his bed tonight… or will he continue to tease and edge me until I break completely?