12. Rogue
ROGUE
This woman, so help me god, is going to be the death of me.
Independent as hell and while it’s an admiral trait, she needs to let me take the reins and deal with these bastards if I’m going to keep her alive.
Because the thought of her at the hands of the Scorpions causes me to see red.
My men will come around after a while. They’re going to have to because I’m not letting her go.
The way her eyes pierce me, intense, penetrating and challenging like she knows exactly what’s on my mind and doesn’t like it one little bit. I slide my hands around her waist and let them drop to her hips to draw her so close I can feel her heat.
I lean in, tracing the length of her creamy neck with my mouth, satisfied with the little purr it elicits from my little pussycat with claws. “Next time I ask you to do something you’ll do it without hesitation. I want to know where your stepdad lives, not to do him harm but to keep you safe.”
Her eyes flare, but I capture her lips, sealing her protest beneath the passion of my kiss.
When I’m ready and she’s settled down, I stroke a finger down the length of her pretty little cheek, and trace her lips, the same features I’ve sealed in my memory banks for all of time.
“To keep you safe, Angel. Nothing more, nothing less. I have no need for control with the exception of two things, your safety and your pleasure. In all else, you have free rein.”
Angel’s body visibly relaxes, but there’s still something hesitant in her eyes that causes me concern. Maybe it’s too soon for her after what she’s been through. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Who’s going to take care of you?”
My laugh catches her by surprise, and she purses those pretty little lips at me before giving me a dramatic huff.
“I wasn’t kidding, Rogue. You know the Scorpions are not going to lie down for this, at least for long.
They may let us think they’ve moved onto something else, but that’s when they’ll strike, just like a fucking snake in the grass.
Just like tonight but time and time again. ”
Angel’s not wrong but that’s for me to worry about and my men, whether they like the fact we’re dealing with this right now for her or not, they’ll do what I’ve asked, because every single one of them no matter the exterior grumble are loyal as fuck.
And every single one of them hates the Scorpions with a passion as large as mine.
Angel’s fingers slide into my hair causing my dick to take notice.
“Fuck I love your touch, Angel.”
The little sexpot runs those nails along my scalp, stretching on tiptoes to plant little kisses all hot and wet down the length of my throat as her fingers slide to the bottom edge of my shirt.
I’m usually the one in charge, planned to make moves with her but didn’t want to rush her, but I don’t hesitate to oblige, lifting my shirt over my chest to strip it off, just like I plan to do to hers in less than a minute, right before I fuck her raw right on the top of this bar.