Biker boy, BookTok Bride Collide

I like ’em brooding, inked, and cruel
Villains who break every single rule
My bookshelf’s full of dirty sin
But you’re the kinda trouble that pulls me in

You read about men who take control
Baby, I live it, body and soul
You think you want rough? You don’t know yet
But keep lookin’ at me, I’ll make you forget

My thighs are closed but my mind’s obscene
I like my smut where it’s dark and mean

Then slide that bookmark out tonight
You want the fantasy? I’ll make it bite

You talk dirty like you own the night

Baby, I do, now grip me tight

You’re not in a book, but you’re just my type

I’ll pin you down, forget wrong or right

Ride me like a plot twist, scream my name
Ink and gasoline, we play this game
Tear my pages, light my fuse
In leather and lace, we both might bruise
Ride me like a plot twist, don’t hold back
We’re the kink they won’t put on the paperback
Ride me like a plot twist, don’t hold back
We’re the kink they won’t put on the paperback

You think you scare me with that stare?
Baby, I highlight scenes with ropes and hair
I’m not your sweet little passive muse
I’m the kind of girl who’ll leave a bruise

Then grab my collar, take the lead
But once I’ve got you, I make you plead
One hand on throttle, one on your thigh
You say “slow burn,” I say “let’s ride”

“You think you’re dark?”
“You ain’t seen black ‘til I’m inside your heart.”
“Rip my dress.”
“Bend over my bike.”
“This isn’t a love scene. It’s a fight.”

Ride me like a plot twist, twist that fate
Mark me up, baby, don’t hesitate
We’re not soft, this ain’t polite
We fuck like fiction, raw, all night
Ride me like a plot twist, steal my breath
You write the moans, I ride the rest
Burn this chapter, wreck my pride
Biker boy, BookTok bride, we collide