Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage

Chapter 135: Chapter 135

Riley’s POV

He pressed against me, lining himself up and before I could react—

He thrust in, hard.

A scream tore out of me.

The pain was immediate.

Sharp.

Overwhelming.

I wasn’t ready. My body was weak, already suffering from the poison, and he forced himself into me without care. It felt like I was tearing apart, like my body couldn’t take it.

Tears streamed down my face.

I tried to push him away.

He pinned my hands above my head.

Held me there.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he groaned, already moving. "So tight. So mine."

Every thrust hurt.

His hips slammed into me over and over, the force making me shift on the tree behind me. I cried, begged, pleaded—told him to stop, told him it hurt—but he didn’t hear me.

Or maybe he just didn’t care.

His hand moved again, pressing down between us, trying to force a reaction from my body.

"You’re going to come for me, Riley," he said against my neck. "You’re going to come on my cock... like the good wife you are."

"No," I sobbed, shaking my head. "I won’t. I hate you. I hate this. Stop—please stop—"

He went harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

Pain shot through my hip with every movement, mixing with everything else until I couldn’t separate it anymore.

It was overwhelming, uncontrollable, and it broke something inside me as I cried through it but just then, he stopped.

He lifted me into his arms like I was nothing more than a doll he could carry wherever he pleased.

My body felt heavy.

Every part of me ached—deep, throbbing soreness settling into my bones, especially between my legs where he had just forced himself on me. I could still feel the wetness there and it made nausea rise violently in my stomach.

I tried to push against his chest.

My hands barely moved.

The poison still dragged through my system, weakening me, draining whatever strength I had left.

"Ethan... please," I whispered, my voice small, cracked, barely holding together. "Put me down... I can’t do this anymore. I’m so tired..."

He didn’t answer.

Not even a glance.

He just kept walking with me in his arms and that was when I noticed the car parked opposite the main road

Wtf? He came here with a car?

He carried me toward the car like everything was normal.

When he reached the car, he opened the back door and laid me down on the seat.

Roughly and careless.

Pain shot through my body at the impact, and I gasped, instinctively trying to sit up—but he pushed me back down immediately, his hand firm against my chest.

Before I could move again, he climbed in after me and slammed the door shut behind him.

The sound echoed in the small space.

Trapping me.

The air inside the car felt suffocating. It smelled like leather and his cologne—familiar, once comforting.

Now it made me feel sick.

He looked at me.

Those empty eyes. And slowly, he shook his head.

"You’re coming home with me. Where you belong. And I’m going to remind you exactly who owns this body before we get there."

Fear surged through me.

I tried to crawl away, dragging my body toward the opposite door—but I didn’t get far.

His hand snapped out, grabbing my ankle.

He yanked me back so hard my head slammed against the seat.

Pain exploded through my skull.

Before I could recover, he was on top of me again, pinning me down with his full weight.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe properly.

His hands tore at what remained of my dress, ripping the fabric apart completely until I was exposed beneath him again.

Tears spilled faster now.

I was so tired.

So weak.

Everything hurt.

But he didn’t care.

He forced my legs apart with his knees again, pressing them open, holding me in place as his body settled between them. I felt him against me again, already hard, as if what he had just done hadn’t been enough.

"No... no, please..." I sobbed, trying to twist away, even though I knew I couldn’t. "I’m begging you... it hurts too much, Ethan. I can’t do it again. You’re going to break me..."

He leaned down suddenly and bit into my neck—not enough to mark, but hard enough to make me scream.

"You’re mine, Riley," he growled against my skin. "Say it. Say you’re mine... and I’ll be gentle this time."

I shook my head desperately, tears streaming down my face.

"I’m not yours," I cried. "I hate you. I will never say it."

Something in his expression snapped again.

That wild, unhinged look filled his eyes.

And then—

He pushed into me.

Without warning.

I screamed.

The pain was worse this time. So much worse.

My body was already sore, already raw, and he forced himself in like none of that mattered. It felt like my body couldn’t take it, like I was being split open all over again.

My back arched off the seat as he filled me completely in one brutal thrust.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.

He started moving immediately fast, relentless—slamming into me brutally, the force of it making the car shake around us.

Every thrust hurt.

Every movement sent sharp, tearing pain through me.

But my body still reacted.

And I hated it.

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to stay silent.

Trying not to give him anything.

But he reached between us, his hand moving down, rubbing roughly, forcing sensation where I didn’t want it.

An unwanted climax tore through me, shaking me, pulling a broken cry from my throat as pleasure mixed horribly with the pain.

"Stop—Ethan, please—stop," I begged, my voice hoarse, barely there. "I’m so tired... I can’t take it..."

He didn’t stop. If anything, he went harder.

His hips slammed into mine with cruel force, the sound echoing loudly in the confined space of the car. His hands moved over me roughly, gripping, squeezing, using my body like it was his to take.

My strength faded faster.

The poison.

The exhaustion.

Everything dragged me down.

My arms went limp at my sides.

My vision blurred again.

I could barely keep my eyes open.

Ethan noticed.

And something changed.

His eyes glowed brighter.

More dangerous.

Then, right on top of me—

He started to shift.

It happened fast.

His teeth lengthened into sharp Canines. His eyes turned a glowing amber, unnatural and wild. Claws extended from his fingers, digging into the seat beside my head.

He didn’t look human anymore.

He looked like a monster.

And I was too tired to even scream.

He leaned down slowly, hovering over my neck.

I felt his breath—hot, uneven—against my skin.

Then his teeth brushed lightly against my throat.

Right where he wanted to mark me.

"This is it, Riley," he growled, his voice deeper now, distorted by the shift. "I’m going to mark you as mine. Forever. No Alpha will ever take you from me after this." freewēbnoveℓ.com

I closed my eyes.

I had nothing left.

No strength.

No fight.

My body trembled weakly as everything started to fade.

I felt the sharp press of his canines against my skin—

Ready to sink in.

Then—

A loud, furious growl ripped through the air outside the car.

It was deep.

Powerful.

Deadly. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

And then a voice—cold, furious, filled with pure rage—cut through the night:

"Sink your teeth into her... and I’ll separate your head from your body, you bastard."