Page 11 of Her Possessive Biker
“Breathe,” he murmurs against my ear. “It’s over.”
His breath brushes the shell of my ear. Warm. Steady. Anchoring.
It’s over, he said.
But I’m still trembling like the ground hasn’t stopped shaking.
I lean into him because I don’t trust my legs. His arm doesn’t loosen. If anything, it tightens. Not in a painful way. More like…mine.
“You’re packing a bag and coming with me,” he says.
I blink. “What?”
“Your place isn’t safe.”
“I—I can’t just leave.”
His jaw brushes my temple. “Yes, you can.”
I twist in his arms, just enough to see him. His eyes burn silver in the fading light, steady and unyielding.
“I’ll keep you safe.”
He says it like it’s a done deal. Like I don’t get a say. But I do. And I should tell him no. I should step back. I should insist I’m fine.
But I’m not fine. Not even close.
My skin still buzzes where Snake’s fingers gripped too tight. My lungs still drag for air like the scream hasn’t fully left me. My throat still tastes like panic.
And Reaper?
Reaper feels like the only safe thing I’ve got.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
His nod is barely visible, but I feel it in the shift of his shoulders.
“I’ll walk you back,” he says.
We move together. Step for step, like he knows how to match my pace even without asking. The trail winds under our feet, still slick from the storm, but he keeps one hand hovering near my back like he’s ready to catch me if I even think about falling again.
When we reach my place, the lemon bars are still sitting on the counter under the glow of the oven light. Everything looks normal. Like I could pretend tonight never happened.
But I can’t.
He follows me inside without asking. Stands in the doorway like he owns the shadows there. I grab a duffel from the bedroom and start throwing clothes into it. Not thinking, just moving.
“You have meds? Anything you need?” His voice is quiet, but the steel’s still there.
I shake my head.
When I turn around, he’s closer. Not touching, but present. Like gravity shifted.
I clutch the bag to my chest. “Where are we going?”
He holds my gaze. “Somewhere no one touches you.”
The breath leaves me in a rush. The fear that’s been clawing at my insides lets go, just a little.
