Page 18 of Sabotage

“Excuse me,” I murmur and get to my feet, following after him. I don’t know why, but I need to go to him. Find out what happened. Okay, that’s a lie, I just want to be in the same room with him. I don’t care if that means he’s coated in blood or not.

I barely make it up the stairs to where his room is, only to find one of thetor-pe-da-hoes in his space, hands rubbing up his chest. A flicker of pain etches itself into my heart.

“Come on, Sabotage, I know you need some relief,” Toots, I remember the name she goes by here, says with pouty lips.

“Toots, ain’t in the mood for your shit,” Sabotage growls, grips her wrists and uses them to push her away. “You know I’ve got a woman.”

“Yeah, I know, but she’s not going to be able to give it to you like me and the others can,” she all but purrs.

Neither of them sees me standing just off the stairs, and I know this ‘cause otherwise, thetor-pe-da-hoes wouldn’t be so ballsy. They’ve learned not to screw around and disrespect the women claimed by the members of the club.

“Don’t even start that bullshit,” Sabotage warns, and his head cocks in my direction. “Gorgeous, you gonna stand there, or you gonna get your ass over here.”

Okay, so, he did know I was there.

I don’t bother giving Toots the time of day. I don’t have the energy to go up against one of these skanky bitches. I move, eyes on Sabotage. Once I’m close enough, he uses the hand not coated in blood to wrap around my waist.

“Get gone, Toots, and remember, I don’t need your stretched pussy when I’ve got my ol’ lady’s sweet one right here,” Sabotage states, opening the door to his room and closing it behind us. “Next time, gorgeous, you ain’t gotta stop walking when you see a bitch coming on to me.”

“You just told Toots . . .” I trail off, not able to finish my sentence as a blush creeps up my cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever heard any of the other guys talk like that about their women’s pussy being better. I mean, sure I’ve heard them talking similar but not straight out . . . nope.

“Yeah. I did, and I ain’t lying. I don’t need some stretched cunt when I have my woman right here,” he says, guiding me to the bathroom. “I’ve got to shower again, and I want you in there with me.”

“Okay.” My mind blanks of anything else but visions of earlier and more. I want to feel more than just his hands on me. Maybe later, I’ll ask him to tell me what happened and whose blood was on his hands. For now, this is all I need. All I want.

“Take your clothes off, Ryann,” Sabotage orders, letting my hand go to start the shower once again.

Slowly, I toe off my shoes, grip the hem of my shirt, and lift it up and over my head. My pants go next, leaving me standing in nothing more than my demi-bra and thong. Reaching behind me, I unclasp the bra and allow it to fall to the floor. The thong is the last to go while I lift my gaze to meet Sabotage’s heated one. He watched every second of me undressing.

“Get in the shower,” he growls and strips out of his clothes.

I do as I’m told and let the warm spray of the water heat my cool skin. A shiver rushed along my spine in anticipation. I know what’s coming and can feel it deep down to my core.

Sabotage steps in behind me, front to my back, his hands reaching around me to let the water run over them.

“Whose blood is that?” I find myself asking.

“Roy’s,” he answers, hush-like, not beating around the bush or brushing it off. “He’s dead. Can’t hurt you anymore.”

I suck in a breath, close my eyes, and let that sink in. The first man to ever torment me. That killed my dad . . . that sold me to another monster . . . he’s dead. I was finally forever free of him.

“Thank you,” I whisper moments later, opening my eyes once again to see the blood washed away from his hands.

“You ain’t gotta thank me, gorgeous,” he says, kissing the side of my neck. “He was a dead man walking from the moment he first touched you.”

“But you didn’t have to be the one to kill him.”

“Ryann.” Dropping his hands to my waist, he spins me around to face him and pulls me flush against him. “It was always gonna be me who killed the fucker. You, gorgeous, are my woman. Mine to protect. Mine to look out for. Mine to do whatever I please to do with. There’s no way in hell I was gonna let him get away with hurting you, not just the other day, but when he took you the first time.”

“I love you,” I blurt out on a breath. Eyes widening, I stare up at him, parting my lips, ready to take it back, but he beats me to it first.

“Gorgeous, means a fuck of a lot to hear those words from you. Other than Fawn, my brother, this club, my club brothers, I haven’t felt anything for anyone else. Let alone love. What I feel for you, though, I don’t think words could ever describe it.”

“Wesley,” I breathe, curling my fingers into the fine hairs coating his chest.

Sabotage leans in and brushes his lips against mine, just a barely-there touch, but I open up for him, allowing him access to deepen the kiss further.

The instant our mouths fuse together, it’s like fire consuming my very insides. Between my legs aches, and I want more. No, I need more. So much more.

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