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“I’m not going upstairs. I can’t. That man. . .” I stretch my arm out toward the door Victor and the rest of the Bishop Disciples went through. “I know him. He’s a really bad guy. I mean really bad guy. He hurt me.” This is probably the wrong thing to say, considering the raging tension rolling off him, but I carry on. “I don’t remember signing papers. Roy drugged me before selling me. But I remember that man. He had his fun.” Okay, so this isn’t easy to say, but these men saw me at my worst. “They sold me to Master, and you know this. Everyone knows what happened there.”

“Ryann,” Sabotage grinds out my name.

“No,” I snap, planting my hands on my hips. “I get you’re pissed and want to go ape shit, but you’re not going to order me upstairs like what just happened didn’t affect me.” I lift a hand to point a finger at my chest. “It was me they were talking about. Me, Nevaeh, and Gianna. Us, they want. You don’t get to play big badass and leave me wondering what’s going to happen. It’s my life. Their lives. Gianna’s on the road heading this way, and who knows what will happen between then and when she gets here.”

“They won’t get her,” I hear War bite out, but I ignore him as well.

“There’s so much going on with all of this, you can’t keep me out of it, not when it involves me. I won’t let you. You try it, and I’ll leave.”

“The hell you will,” Sabotage snaps, moving into my space. “You try leavin’, and I’ll tie your ass to the fuckin’ bed.”

“Then don’t command me to my room like a damn child,” I snap right back. “You need me.” I jab my finger at his chest. “I won’t be?—”

I don’t get to finish my rant. I don’t get to because Sabotage slams his mouth to mine, shutting me up and keeping me from further argument.

“Guess that’s one way to distract him.” I’m not sure what that meant, but Rock’s grumble barely penetrates the fog that consumes my mind when Sabotage kisses me.

I slide my arms up and around his neck, holding on to Sabotage, refusing to let him go. His hands go to my rear, curving either side of my butt, and he lifts me until I’ve no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Then he’s moving, carrying me away from his brothers. I thought he’d bring me to his room, but he doesn’t. He carries me into the storage room.

Sabotage twists once the door closes behind us, pressing me against the cool wood. His lips break from mine only to move down to my neck. He lets my bottom go, but only so he can undo my jeans.

“Unwrap your legs, Ryann,” he commands. A shiver rushes down my spine at the gruff, harsh order.

I do as he says and immediately find my jeans dropped, my panties going with them. Then I’m back up and in his arms, his mouth moving back to mine. I’m consumed and focused on kissing him back. I didn’t realize he’d released himself until he thrusts home in a forceful thrust. I rip my lips away from his to cry out. The pleasure and pain of his intrusion is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Sabotage doesn’t give my body a chance to adjust as he’s done every other time. No, this is about him taking what he needs, and he does just that. He fucks me, taking me hard. His thrusts are powerful and fast. There’s no escaping what he’s doing. There’s no way I’d ever want to, even if I could.

Before I know it, he has me screaming, lost in the pleasure of his movements, sinking into the abyss of it all. I’m enthralled by it, and when he finds his own, he makes a growling noise in the back of his throat and bites my neck. Not hard, but just enough to cause me to have another mini orgasm.

I don’t know what’s happening here, other than what we just shared was different from the rest of the times, and I enjoyed every second of it. Maybe it’s what I’ve heard some of the others call it, make-up sex. If that’s what this was, then I might have to figure a way for us to do it again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SABOTAGE

Fucking hell, Ryann is going to be the death of me.

Though it’ll be through the need to fuck her constantly. Her going head-to-head with me, more like her going into a rant after that bastard and the goons who showed left. It was all I could do to keep from fucking her right there in the room with everyone watching. That’s something I couldn’t allow to happen. It’s the only reason I took her straight to the storage room and took her against the door.

I probably should feel some sort of guilt for taking her the way I did, but I don’t. I needed to fuck her, and I did. By the time I finished with it, her pussy was weeping, so slick and wet. I could’ve kept taking her. But I needed to get back out there and figure out what the fuck my brothers and I were going to do. If we didn’t come up with something soon, I was gonna go off the rails. I was prepared to do just that.

I didn’t like feeling the fear coming from her. I didn’t want her anywhere near those men. When she refused to go upstairs the first time she was told, I knew it was ‘cause she was too scared to move. Knowing this, it pissed me off all the more. I saw red and was ready to go after them once they left. The threat of them to not just Ryann but the others was more than enough to piss me off.

Those fuckers created slave contracts and thought they could legally take what wasn’t theirs. Fuck that. I’m not about to let them do that. If that means I’ve got to kill them all to keep Ryann safe, so fucking be it. I’ll do it. I’ll slit their throats and leave them bleeding in a ditch somewhere for the buzzards or other scavengers to find and snack on.

“You okay now?” Ryann asks, that sweet voice of hers still husky and breathless from the fucking I gave her.

“Not by a long shot,” I give her the truth. She deserves nothing less. She’s right about not shielding her from this shit. There’s no way to keep her protected from something like this. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do my best to keep it from touching her in any way. “But having your sweet pussy like this helps,” I tell her. It took the edge off the rage I was feeling just as it did hearing her rant at me for ordering her to go upstairs.

“You need to get back out there, don’t you?” There’s no missing the weariness entering her voice.

“Yeah, gorgeous, I need to get back out there and find out what the hell we’re gonna do about them.” Sighing, I pull from inside her and gently settle her on her feet. “Last thing I wanna do right now is tell you to go upstairs to the room and wait for me, but I know you ain’t gonna listen,” I state the fact while tucking my cock back in my jeans.

“You’d be right about that,” she retorts, tilting her head back enough to meet my gaze. “But I think I need to get cleaned up first.” She gives me a small smile and motions to the lower half of her body. “You’re leaking out of me.”

“You gonna complain about that?” My lip twitches at her little comment. I know she doesn’t mind me taking her without a condom. She’s the only woman other than Cathay that I’ve ever fucked that way, but unless we’re going to bed, where I keep her naked, she doesn’t like putting panties on just to get them soaked.

“You go up and change, clean up, whatever you need to do. When you come back, I’ll let you join in and listen. But you must promise to give us whatever information you remember about these men.”

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