My Biker Boyfriend.

To Get Laid.

Chapter 6.

Draven’s breath hitched at the sight of Aria’s succulent ass and the glistening, pantless p***y that was already soaked with heat and need.

His throat bubbled, and the image of the previous time slipped into his head. His hand itched, fingers twitching to slip a finger into her wet p***y, stretch her open, and f**k her p***y so hard until she came.

Aria’s eyes widened as the soft air grazed the skin of her ass.

Her p***y dripped at the realization that she was bare to him, but she couldn’t let herself slip away, not this time. If she allowed him to touch her now, he wouldn’t stop. He would always touch her and run away like it was a normal thing.

So she mustered all the courage and pulled away from him.

Her hands moved, sending a slap across his cheek.

“How dare you?” she countered, expression hard and stern like she actually meant it, but she didn’t. She didn’t mean any f*****g inch of it. Her thighs were trembling, her wetness dripping down her thighs, and her hands? They curled into fists, frightened at the slap she had landed on his cheek.

Fear flickered across her eyes, but it only lasted a second. She shouldn’t have slapped him, but she wanted something to put on the real show. If she didn’t, he would think what he did the last time was right. Then he would touch her and pull away again like it was nothing.

Draven sat still on the bed, his cheek burning, but his expression remained blank. A feeling crawled up his chest; he was confused as hell. Her action was uncalled for, and it triggered something raw and hot within him, but what it triggered was not anger. It was something far from it. It was heat. It was a massive urge to pin her against the wall, spank her hard until she cried his name, then f**k her hard until she could not stand again. His c**k swelled in his pants; he was hard and needy for her, and she had clearly pushed him—now she was pulling away?

His lips curled into a gentle smirk, low and threatening.

Then he stood on his feet, tall and towering.

He took a step closer, and she replaced it immediately, repeating the same action until she got to the wall.

Then his palm slammed against the wall behind her, locking her between the wall and himself, his face merely an inch away from hers.

Aria’s fingers twitched behind her, nervousness coiling around her throat.

She suppressed a swallow. God! He looked so hot. So hot she wanted to grab his face and pull him into a deep kiss, then pull her clothes off and ask him to f**k her—but his hand moved before she could even think, grabbing her hair and pulling it backward.

“Draven—”

“Shhh…” he commanded, dragging his lips against the nape of her neck while savoring the feel of watching her quiver.

“This should be the last time you do this…”

“Or what?” Aria’s teeth gritted; even in the face of adversity, she still refused to appear weak.

Draven let out a low chuckle. The smile vanished into thin air, his aura turning extremely dangerous as he sank his nails deeper into her hair.

“Or I will f**k you so hard until you need me to stand again.”

Aria’s breath stilled at the comeback. Her body froze, p***y clamping and unclamping. She could have predicted anything—anything in the world—but certainly not this.

Her lips parted to say a word, but he had already let go of her hair.

“Do not drink ever again.”

With that, he turned around and walked away, his c**k kicking hard against his briefs.

*

Chloe sat on an armchair in her room, her fingers wrapped around the glass of wine in her hand as she glared at the portrait of Draven which was seated on the wall, some inches across the room.

Beside her stood her personal assistant, Rina, with her head bowed.

“What has he been up to lately?” Her voice was gentle—almost gentle—like speaking loudly was a crime.

Rina stepped forward immediately. “My lady, a report got to me that the Alpha currently has a lady under his custody and has been frequenting her room lately.”

Chloe’s grip on the wine glass tightened, almost as though she was hoping to shatter it.

Anger crawled beneath the layers of her skin, burning like fire.

Draven would never let her live with him, yet he could let someone else into his abode? He never allowed her to visit him, yet he could take a lady in?

A soft, wicked smirk curled at the corner of her lips, then she raised the glass to her lips, taking a low, gentle sip from it.

“You know what to do, don’t you?”

Rina immediately bowed her head. “I will do the needful and get back to you, my lady.”

Chloe said nothing; she just sat on the chair, her silence dismissive.

*

Draven sat on the chair in his study, his cheek still burning from the slap that had turned him on in the most sexy way ever.

He had just finished stroking himself gently to the thought of her, remembering the sight of her succulent ass and every desire that followed.

Slowly, he was turning into something else, straying away from the promise he made to her brother.

He closed his eyes for some seconds. Just a matter of time, and he would be able to deal with it. He would be able to deal with the urge as long as he didn’t have a reason to go to her again.

A knock came on the door, pulling Draven out of his trance.

His eyes flickered in the direction of the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and one of his men stepped in, offering a gentle smile.

Draven raised a brow, and the man took one more step forward.

“President, young miss fell off the stairs and is currently being rushed back to her room.”

Draven stood up immediately, the news striking him hard like the slap she had given him some hours ago.

His jaw clamped, the veins in his temple twitching.

With a slightly hardened jaw, he slammed the handkerchief on the table and walked out.

That little brat! She always found one way or another to pressure him, and now that he was trying to avoid her, she was coming up with another plan.

His hand pushed her door open, and he walked into the cold, dark room.

Aria’s head darted in the direction of the door. The sight of Draven frightened her.

She tried to sit still, but her body betrayed her, so she just sat still.

Draven let out a scoff, looking away for only a second before returning his gaze to her.

He marched closer to the bed, taking a gentle seat at the edge of the bed, then his hand moved to her toes without saying a word or sparing her a glance.

Aria sat back, her heart thumping against her chest.

The silence in the room was loud and suffocating.

His hand moved against her toes, stretching them gently.

“Where were you heading?” Draven asked, finally breaking the silence.

“I…”

“Lie, and I will chop off your tongue—” his eyes finally raised to meet hers, sharp and unyielding.

Aria folded her arms, pouting. “How was I supposed to stay all locked in this room like some ghost? I was going to see my friend.”

“I told you not to step out,” Draven sneered, staring daggers at her.

“Why? Is that why you tried pushing me by spraying something on the stairs?”

Draven’s brows pulled slightly in confusion.

“Spray? What are you talking about?”

Aria let out a scoff, looking away. He had sprayed some fluids on the floor and now he is acting like he knows nothing. How pathetic.

Draven glared at Aria, his brows pulling even more.

Then his expression changed, realization dawning on him.

His hand moved before he could stop it, tracing up her thighs.

Aria’s breath hitched at the feeling of his hard palm crawling up her thighs.

She looked up at him, eyes widened, lips parted.

Then Draven mumbled, his voice low and gravelly, “Is this how hard you need my attention?”

Aria’s lips parted even more, but his hand moved to her panties, moving them aside in one swift move and dabbing at her wetness.

Aria’s breath slowed, chest rising from the impact of that one finger that almost stole her breath away.

“Are you really going to deny this wetness between your thighs?”

Aria suppressed a swallow. She wanted to speak, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t say a word because her body was twitching and right now—right now she just wanted to let go of all the grudges and get f****d by him.