Page 101 of One Night with the Biker

“I understand,” she replied, her voice breathier than before, her excitement almost tangible. “With all you’ve gone through, losing your hands, Ainsley betray—”

“Don’t,” I growled, clenching my jaw so hard, I almost cracked a tooth. “Don’t bring her up.”

My reaction could’ve blown my cover, but mercifully, she was too stupid to realize my anger was directed at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I know it must be rough to hear about her right now, knowing what she did. But yeah, I’mfree. Come to my place, and I’ll make you feel so much better. A good blowjob will have you feeling brand new.”

“Not your place. We need to be discreet.”

“Right. I’ll text you the address to my favorite motel. It isn’t in club territory and there aren’t any cameras except the one at the front desk, so you don’t have to worry about Daddy ever finding out.”

The slut snuck around enough to have a favorite motel?

“All right, baby. I’ll see you tonight,” I said, then hung up the phone before she responded.

Five minutes later, the address came through. Already, I knew what knife I’d use on her. I was nearly buzzing with excitement, more than ready to do what I did best.

Kill.

Riding my bike was still too big of a risk, so for the time being, I took my cage. London found it easier to teach me to use my prosthetics for driving in such a short time. Besides, she didn’t ride.

Thankfully, traffic was low, so any accidents my less than stellar driving might’ve caused didn’t occur.

I glanced at the motel’s sign to confirm I had the right place, then checked the texts to see what room she was in.

Nova: Room 192 :)

I nodded, then pocketed my phone. The room was located under the staircase that led to the second floor, and the furthest first floor room from the office. It only had one neighboring room, which seemed to be vacant. I wanted to laugh at how easy she was making this for me; Nova’s survival instincts were nonexistent. Boom Boom should really be fucking ashamed of himself.

I knocked twice. The door swung open before I could pound on the flimsy wood a third time. Nova stood there, her blonde hair thrown into a ponytail, her lips a glossy pink, and her body exposed by black lacy lingerie.

“Roman,” she purred, her gaze sweeping over my figure as she stepped aside. “Come in.”

Wordlessly, I entered. The minute she closed and locked the door, she wasted no time grabbing my shirt and pulling me close. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against mine. I barely responded to the kiss, much to her chagrin. Huffing, she pulled away.

“There’s no need to be shy—”

“Get undressed,” I interrupted, not intending to dwell here longer than necessary.

Before I killed her, I had a point to prove.

Her blue eyes widened, her sultry grin reappearing. She made a show of removing her garments. Seeing as she only wore two things, it didn’t take long for her to be standing butt-ass naked. She spun in a circle, ensuring I saw every inch of her nude body.

My eyebrows rose at Nova’s pierced nipples. I reached out and brushed my thumb against the metal, her obnoxiously fake moan destroying any arousal I might’ve begun to feel.

“Do you like what you see?” she breathed.

She sounded so desperate for my approval; it was pathetic. I wouldn’t give it to her.

“On the bed,” I ordered.

Again, Nova scrambled to obey, crawling onto the bed and going onto all fours. She spread her legs wide, falling onto her elbows for a deep arch. A hand snaked between her legs, her fingers gliding through her slit, sinking into her pussy. She whimpered, pumped a few times so I could hear how soaked she was, then withdrew from her core.

My cock didn’t even twitch at the show. My disdain for her made a hard dick impossible.

“I’m so wet for you,” she crooned, wiggling her slender hips. “Come feel for yourself.”

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Approaching the bed, I pulled my jeans and boxers down just enough for my cock to be visible.

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