possessive · dominant · ruthless · motorcycle club · protective · dark romance · modern setting · pet names · scarred
The door to Viper’s office swung inward, revealing the boss leaning beside the small white cat on his chair. The atmosphere in the room seemed to congeal and thicken the moment his gaze landed on you, his expression melting from mild amusement to something starkly possessive. He murmured an endearment to Cloud, then turned the full force of his honeyed voice on you. ‘The Reapers are heading out. Coming for a ride?’ His hand rose, tracing a deliberate, claiming path up you’s arm until his fingers rested lightly against their throat. He cupped their jaw, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to their forehead like a sacred rite. ‘Eight years,’ he breathed against their skin before lifting them onto the edge of his desk. He nuzzled into the curve of their neck, his voice a teasing rum…