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Electric. Every moment charged with the awareness of what we’d admitted to each other. Jax didn’t hide his claim anymore. He touched me constantly\u2014a hand on my lower back as we walked, fingers threading through mine during conversations, his arm around my shoulders when we sat together. The club members had adjusted quickly, treating me with the respect due to an old lady.<\/p>\n

But we still hadn’t taken that final step. Jax was being careful with me, I realized. Giving me time to adjust to being his, to accepting this new reality. It was sweet and frustrating in equal measure because all I could think about was his promise\u2014soon.<\/p>\n

I was working late on a Friday night, finalizing the website design, when Jax appeared in my office doorway. “You’re still here,” he said, his voice warm. I glanced at the clock. Nearly nine. “I didn’t realize how late it was. I got caught up in this layout.” “You work too hard.” He moved into the room, coming to stand behind my chair. His hands settled on my shoulders, thumbs digging into tense muscles. I practically melted. “That feels amazing.” “You’re all knotted up. When’s the last time you took a real break?”<\/p>\n

“I took lunch.” “A real break, Sophia. Not just eating at your desk while you work.” His hands worked magic on my shoulders, easing tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. “I’ll take a break when the project’s done.” “That’s not for another month.” He turned my chair, crouching so we were eye level. “Come home with me tonight.” My breath caught. “Jax\u2014” “Not for what you’re thinking. Well, not just for that.” His smile was soft. “I want to cook you dinner, watch you relax for once.<\/p>\n

Want to take care of you.” He paused. “And then, if you want, I’ll make good on my promise.” Heat flooded through me. “What promise?” “The one where I show you exactly how much I want you.” His hand cupped my face. “But no pressure, sweetheart. Even if we just eat and talk, I’ll be happy having you in my space.” I should probably think about this more carefully. Should maybe go slow, take my time. But I’d been thinking about nothing else for a week, and I was tired of waiting.<\/p>\n

“Okay,” I said. “Let me save this file.” His smile was brilliant and hungry all at once. Twenty minutes later, I was on the back of his motorcycle, my arms wrapped around his waist as we rode through the city. He lived on the outskirts, in a quiet neighborhood that surprised me. I’d expected something more… I don’t know, dangerous?<\/p>\n

His house was a modest two-story with a well-maintained lawn and a garage big enough for his bike and then some. It was normal, domestic, completely at odds with the ruthless MC president persona. “Not what you expected?”<\/p>\n

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1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Claimed by the Ruthless Biker Copyright Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Epilogue Thank you 1kitap1.com\/en One brutal biker. One curvy woman he can’t resist. When Jax Thornton claims something, he never lets go. And he’s decided Sophia Martinez belongs to him. 1kitap1.com\/en PROLOGUE Sophia I should have stayed home.<\/p>\n

The thought circled through my mind for the hundredth time as I smoothed down the bridesmaid dress that clung to every curve I’d spent years trying to hide. The champagne-colored satin was beautiful, I’d give my best friend that much, but it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every roll, every dip, every soft part of me was on full display under the romantic lighting of the hotel ballroom.<\/p>\n

“You look stunning,” Maya had insisted when I’d tried on the dress months ago. But Maya was a size two with legs for days, and she saw the world through rose-colored glasses when it came to her plus-size best friend. I loved her for it. I really did. But that didn’t make tonight any easier. The wedding had been beautiful.<\/p>\n

I’d cried during the vows, smiled through the photographs, and danced until my feet ached in the heels Maya had insisted would “complete the look.” Now, as the reception wound down and guests clustered in groups sharing stories and laughter, I felt the familiar urge to disappear. I was heading toward the exit, ready to call it a night, when I heard his voice. “…can’t believe Maya put her in that dress.<\/p>\n

It’s like wrapping a sausage in silk.” I froze. The voice belonged to Derek, my ex-boyfriend of two years.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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