My Biker Boyfriend.

Whine For Me, Doll.

Chapter 10.

Draven's and Chloe’s Realtiinship wasn't in anyways close to being sibling, but her father was his Godfather and things with her didn't just feel as right as whatever it was with Aria. And he knew that deep down.

Draven’s eyes bored into her, noticing every emotions that stirred up beneath her delicate pupils and when she finally grabbed her water and walked away, his legs itched to follow her but he didn't.

He just sat there…. Knowing he would create conversation for the club members if he allowed his actions to be seen. For now, dragging Aria into his mess was something he couldn't afford. Aside from the fact that she was his bestfriend’s sister and off limit, a was the back reaper of the black reaper club who had no desire for any commitment.

Amid all of this, a slow invisible smile curled at the corner of his lips. The flushed, jealous angry sight of her? Damn it! It kicked his c**k so hard he could feel it forming a bulge.

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Two hours… two hours and Aria just sat in the darkest part of the club, hating and cursing herself for feeling the way she does.

The low glow of the bustling light, flickered across her face, mirroring the expression she carried.

A subtle exhale slipped past her lips and she stared down at her fingers.

Chloe’s affection and desire for Draven have always been clear in the clubhouse and none of it ever bothered her. She had never cared about their life, or how they intended to leave it. Whether they live, die or exist, none ever mattered to her. Besides, she had hated them both since her entire life…

But now.... She was sitting her, burning up like what she and Draven had some days back was more than just a fling.

Get over it! Aria mentally scolded herself.

‘You were heartbroken and your emotions were connected to your p***y… he only helped you ease desire, nothing more.’

Not that easy, she huffed again, glaring at the dancing pole that glimmered beneath the glow of the club light

Her eyes lingered on the pole, for a flitting second she thought about getting on the pole and dancing her frustration away, but all of a sudden, the air in the room went cold.

Conversation faltered and everyone scattered, whispering softly while disappearing like thin air.

Aria sat still, unmoving. She didn't need to hear from anyone. Draven was in the room, only his presence could cause so much commotion than peace.

Her eyes burnt from the awareness that he was probably staring.

Cold chills ran down her spine but she sat still.

Draven watched her gently, his hand still fixed in his pocket.

“Do jealous people find peace in the dark?”

His voice was low lethal voice slipped into her mind like she didn't know he was there.

Aria rolled her eyes backward, ignoring the cold shiver that slipped into her body.

Draven stood still for some seconds longer, hands still buried deeply into his pockets.

“Get up.” He commanded, the bass of his voice resounding against the room but Aria sat on the couch, unwilling to move or even spare him a glance.

For whatever reason this was, she couldn’t bare to face him again. Because what the hell? Why was she angry about he and Chloe? Why was she reading meanings into what they had shared the last time? How did her hate for him suddenly desolved into want just because he had rubbed her p***y to orgasm and said dirty words no one else ever said to her.

“If I have to get you up from there then you will be moaning my name to the entire club. Would you want that?”

His voice sent a chill down her helpless spine, the rawnness of his words stirring something within her flustering walls.

“Go away.” Her tiny little voice managed a protest but Draven didn't move an inch.

He just stood there, hand stretched, eyes cold, and c**k strained.

Aria blinked back gently, the awkwardness in the air, seething in her chest. She looked back at his stretched hands, hestistant until he nudged at it again.

Realistically, her heart wasn't so weak, if she decided to walk away, she would do that with her heart, but her body was weaker than d**k, and it would take just one drag of his finger to leave her pleading and trembling to be taken.

‘Besides he didn't do anything.’ A voice in her head reminded.

Without a word, she dropped her hand against his hand and he pulled her up in one swift move, slamming her front against his.

“Draven…” The soft, startled gasp escaped her lips, palm pressing into his chest while his hand curled firmly around her waist, holding and gripping her tightly into his body.

The air in the room stretched and they glared at each other amidst the dim light, Aria’s heart pounding widely in her chest while she struggled to hold his own gaze.

Her skin prickled from the weight of his watch and the feel of his fingers around her waist.

Cold liquid spilled between her thighs.

God!

She should pull away.

She should say bye. End this gibberish here and find her trembling legs back to her room, but she stood against him, listening to every breath her dripping p***y made while her n*****s grew firmer against the hardness of his chest.

Draven’s eyes hovered around her face, his mind screaming at him to pull away, but how could he even try when her pebbles were poking aggressively against his chest?

A muscles in his jaw tightened, the feel stirring something raw and forbidden within him.

A brother’s best friend should be a brother figure. A brother’s Bestfriend should never look at his bestfriend’s sister like he was doing now, but how could he help this feeling that his damn mind doesn't even want to help.

Every inch of him crawled. To have her. To taste her. To bend her against the table and f**k every inch of her tiny p***y till she could barely find her feet back to her room and so help him Reaper because nothing taste better than the imagination of her in his red room.

Hands bond, legs spread, p***y leaking while he made her choke on his c**k like the dirty little slut.

A vein in his c**k pulse, the monster growing harder and harder with every thought.

Aria’s cheeks crawled, her entrance dripping with enough water.

She could he labbed a tap if she dripped any further.

His grip on her waist tightened and he raised the other hand to her cheeks, tossing a strand of her hair behind her ear, while noting every twitch her skin made to his touch.

Draven trailed his knuckles down her soft cheek for a second longer before he spun her around smashing her against his front.

A gasp broke past her lips the action swift and unexpected.

“Draven…” She tensed against his frame, lips parted.

“Shhhs…” Draven mumbled, placing his finger against her lips and dragging it gently.

Sensation ran down her body, sending a tingle of wetness against her p***y.

Her heart pounded against her chest, cunt dripping as she felt the gently poke of his shaft against her back.

“Draven….” She whispered carefully, but he buried his face against her nape, dragging his lips on her bare skin while she trembled helplessly.

The scent of her wetness curled around his nostrils, pushing every locked button.

“Ummmm…” He purred against her neck, letting her feel every graze.

Aria shuddered, squinting her shoulders up.

His finger trailed against her lips, while he sucked the side of her neck in.

“Unmmm….” Aria moaned, the sound shooting into his c**k.

“I can smell your arousal from here… Princess doll. Tell me….” He lashed into her neck, biting and eating roughly like he would to her p***y.

“Which got you wet? The sight of me shoving her away from my lap… or???” His finger trailed off her lips, moving down her chest in a slow torturous twitch.

Aria’s body tensed, melting and leaning deeper into him till he suddenly pulled away.

Her eyes widened and she turned to him, breathless and terrified that he would leave her hanging.

But he had better options.

Draven walked closer to the couch, took a seat on it, legs spread eyes holding onto hers.

His c**k, twitched beneath his brief, arms spreading wider against the armrest.

His gaze burned, dark and merciless. Then his lips parted, voice low, sharp, and sinful

“Come.”

Aria’s lashes fluttered, her wetness leaking down her thighs.

“What.. What are…”

Draven’s eyes darkened as he ran them down her entire body before growling in the hottest of tones.

“Sit on my lap and whine for me, princess. I know you want it.”