The Bikers forbidden claim

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Mara POV

I looked everywhere but not his face. That didn't seem to sit well with Zander. His palm came down on my ass again and I squealed, a moan tearing through my lips.

“ Did you or did you not,Mara. Answer me or I am walking away.” He threatened.

“ I did!” I admitted shamelessly because that was the truth. I'd touched myself severally to the thought of him. The only thing he didn't get right was it wasn't just in the bathroom but my bed. I sneaked to the washroom to touch myself at school too. But that's our little secret. One that Zander doesn't need to know.

“Good girl.” He praised, a grin on his face.

His fingers worked through me slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world and my sanity wasn't unraveling with every stroke. My forehead was still pressed against the door, my breath coming in shallow, broken pulls that I couldn't control no matter how hard I tried.

I hated that I couldn't control it.

I hated that I didn't want to.

His thumb found my c**t and my knees buckled. His free arm shot out and snaked around my waist and held me up like it was nothing.

"Don't fall, Princess." He whispered , his voice low and rough against my ear. "I'm not done with you yet."

Pressed against the door with Zander's fingers deep inside me, I could not help but think how Marcus would be disappointed if he chanced upon this sight.

But then Zander curled his fingers and every coherent thought I had disappeared.

My nails dug into his forearm. I could feel his muscles flex beneath my grip.

I held on like he was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth…and maybe he was. My hips rolled forward chasing his hand and the shame of it barely registered anymore.

Zander watched everything.

He registered every reaction that moved across my face with those silver eyes that missed nothing. The flutter of my lashes. The way my lips kept parting around sounds I was trying to swallow. He watched it all and gave nothing back.

"You've been wanting this all week." He growled.

It wasn't a question. He knew for sure.

I didn't answer because answering felt like surrendering something I couldn't get back.

"Mara." He called, his fingers slowing in a warning.

"Yes," I breathed out, afraid that he'd pull away as he threatened earlier.

I was far too gone to worry about dignity at this point!

That's what pleasure does to someone, even a virgin like me.

He rewarded my admission with a pace that made my vision blur at the edges. My whole body was coiling tight, pulling toward something that I couldn’t stop even if I tried.

I didn't try to stop it either. I didn't want to.

"Zander…" My voice cracked.

"I'm cumming…”

He stopped, his hand withdrawing so suddenly that I stumbled forward, catching myself against the door with both palms.

I groaned in protest.

My body was still trembling, still chasing something that was no longer there.

I stood against that door shaking with an orgasm that never finished.

Then I turned slowly, ready to haul insults at him.

Only that I couldn't.

Zander was standing two feet away, his jaw tight and his expression completely shuttered.

He was looking at me the way you look at something you've done that you can't undo…guilt was written all over his face.

Just like that, like the last ten minutes felt like it hadn't happened.

Something hot and ugly crawled up my throat.

“ Mara…” he started but I raised my hand, stopping him.

"Don't say anything." I said , my voice coming out steadier than I expected.

"Don't you dare stand there and look at me like that."

"Mara…"

"No." I pushed off the door, yanking my skirt down with hands that were still unsteady.

Humiliation crawled in,mixing with the anger until I couldn't separate them. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to touch me like that and then look at me like I'm a mistake you made." I snapped angrily.

"That's exactly what this is." He countered , his voice flat.

"Then why did you start it?" I stepped closer, close enough to see the muscles of his jaws clenching.

"You cornered me and put your hands on me. I didn't ask you to…"

He didn't let me finish before interrupting me.

"You've been asking me since the moment you opened that door in that dress." Zander declared.

"Don't rewrite it."

"I'm not rewriting anything." I snapped, my voice rising.

“I'm asking you why you've spent a week acting like I don't exist and then the second Tyler calls me a slut you suddenly can't keep your hands to yourself. Which one is it, Zander? Because I'm exhausted trying to figure out the rules of whatever game you're playing."

Something shifted in his expression.

"It's not a game." He mumbled, loud enough for me to hear.

"Then what is it? Because it looks like you want me when it's convenient and you remember Marcus when it's not."

I pointed out, bitterness laced in every word.

"You've been avoiding me for a week and then tonight you…” I stopped, pressing my lips together.

"Tonight was a mistake." Zander declared, his voice quiet.

"You keep saying that." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You keep calling it a mistake but you keep making it. So either you're an asshole or you're lying to yourself." I accused him without holding back, pouring all the frustration and bitterness bubbling inside me.

Zander had the decency to look remorseful. But that's not what I wanted.

"You don't understand what you're asking for." He finally said, his voice dropping.

"I'm not asking for anything." I held his gaze. "I'm just telling you to stop pretending. Stop avoiding me and then touching me and then acting like I'm the problem. Either you want this or you don't. Either you're in or you're not. But stop leaving me in the middle of it because that's the cruelest thing you've done."

Something crossed his face…pain, maybe, or something close to it. I didn't care to pinpoint.

For one moment I thought he was going to close the distance between us.

However , his eyes dropped to my mouth and his jaw worked.

Then he stepped back.

I watched as Zander dragged a hand through his hair, turned slightly away from me like he couldn't look at me directly and still say what he needed to say.

When he looked back, his eyes were cold and decided.

"Stay away from me, Mara." His voice was quiet and final, each word landing clean and deliberate. "I'm not losing my friendship with Marcus over your pussy."