Chapter 72

Alyssa

I follow King to his black and blue Harley, already regretting my eagerness. I just wanted the pleasure he offered me, not the ride on his roaring death trap.

Damn King and his filthy promises.

"Can't you just eat me out and fuck me right here?" I ask, my voice betraying a hint of nerves. "Maybe pretend we went on a ride?"

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly. "No can do, kitten. Even if no one else knows, I'll know my ol' lady didn't ride with me on the night of our ceremony." He gives me a wicked smile. "Besides, I hear breaking tradition's bad luck. Don't need any more of that following us around."

He pulls a green helmet over my head—my favorite color. My chest tightens, and I can't help the warmth spreading through me. It's like he's just begging me to fall deeper and deeper in love with him tonight, and there's nothing stopping me from doing it.

"I didn't know you liked green," I venture, wanting to confirm what I already suspect.

He chuckles,