Page 50 of Wicked Revenge

“I know. I’m not scared of you. I am fucking broken. He fucking broke me, Royal. I turned 18 the day King murdered my Grams and took me to that place, and I haven’t felt safe or had a single day of peace since. Then I met you, all of you, and I finally feel safe. It's like my soul recognizes yours. When you look at me, my broken pieces don’t feel so broken. I can’t explain it, and I don't understand it. We don’t even know each other. But for the first time since that day, I feel… peace. King stole everything from me. My innocence. My family. My peace. My…” My voice breaks on a sob with the heartbreak I can’t bear to speak out loud. Tears pour down my face as Royal lifts me into his arms, holding me to his chest.

“Shhhh, I know, I know. King will suffer for everything he has done to you. Done to all of us. He will die, slowly and painfully. Begging for a mercy he wouldn't give. I swear on my life, we will make him pay.”

“He has to pay.” My voice cracks with pent up emotion from the memories of everything King has taken from me.

“He will, I promise,” Royal says against my lips, before sealing his mouth over mine, stealing our first kiss. His kiss isn’t like the one I shared with Maddox. Whereas Maddox steals my air, Royal kisses like he wants to crawl inside me. His tongue invades my mouth without permission, sliding against mine until he physically can’t get any deeper into me.

His hands tangle in my hair at the base of my neck, gripping and manipulating my head to move with him. His kiss is fierce. Passionate. It’s a good thing I’m already on my knees for him, because right now, I would crawl on my hands and knees if he commanded it. I want to beg for his dominant, possessive touch all over my body. Putting me in positions I’ve never dreamed of.

That thought really should enrage the inner feminist in me, ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ and all that shit. But I really can’t find it in me to give a fuck. Not when this man has me a panting, dripping mess of wanton need. I want him to lay me out on this forest floor and ravish my body like he is my mind. I need him to invade my body like he’s invading my mouth, without hesitation or permission. With dominance and unrestrained passion.

But that’s not what happens. Instead, he pulls back. Our breath is labored, and my heart feels like it’s trying to beat out of my chest. I can feel his erratic beat through his jacket into my hand, pressing against him, the beat matching mine. When his eyes finally open and lock on mine, I see the need I feel reflecting back at me. After a few moments, he finally speaks. “Come on, Angel. Let’s grab what you need and go home.”

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“We can come back and pick up the groceries in the truck later,” Royal says, walking out of the cottage so I can lock up.

I quickly grabbed some clothes and my gear, shoving everything into my riding backpack. I don’t have much here anyway, just what I could carry on my bike for the journey here from White Harbor.

“Thank you.” I walk around to Maddox’s bike, strapping my pack onto my back before grabbing the extra helmet. “I just need to stop on the way out and pick up Nightshade.”

Since my hands are no longer cuffed to Maddox, I gather my own hair up this time, and shove the helmet on my head, tucking my curls into it like I always do. Maddox places me back on the bike like he did before, and I allow it. I kind of like being manhandled by them. He swings his leg over, mounting the bike and grabbing my hands around his waist, molding my body to his.

“Hang on tight, pretty girl.” He barely gets the words out before taking off down the long drive ahead of the others.

The thick green forest passes us by in a blur. I turn around to see if the guys are following us yet, but I can’t see them. Looking back ahead, I see the spot where I hid my bike.

“Slow down, it’s just up ahead,” I say into the helmet, pointing to where I need him to stop. He doesn’t respond, but he must have heard me because the bike slows down to a rolling stop beside the thick brush covering.

He shuts off the engine, getting off before gripping my waist and lifting me off his bike. He pops both of our visors open. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing here?” He looks around the empty trail and into the forest.

“I told you. I have to pick up Nightshade.” My simple answer confuses him more.

“What is a Nightshade exactly?” He follows me over as I start removing the leafy green brush covering her. Royal and Alek pull up next to us, getting off their bikes and removing their helmets. I don’t answer his question, but it doesn’t take long for him to figure it out once the covering is off.

“Are you fucking serious?” He asks, removing his helmet that was hiding his wide grin, while bouncing on his heels, as I start to push her out of the bushes.

“This is Nightshade.” Taking off the borrowed helmet, I can feel the smugness radiating off of me as I stare back at the three of them. Each of their eyes shine with a mixture of awe and desire. Maddox is still bouncing, something I’ve learned he does when he gets over excited. I think it's adorable. He’s like a feral little kitten. You don’t know if you're going to get mauled or suffocated with cuddles. “Dude, my dick is so hard right now, I could drill a fucking hole through a glass wall,” Maddox breathes out to Alek, who nods without responding, both of them adjusting themselves openly.

Laughing, I swing my leg over the seat, mounting Nightshade. I try to hand the helmet back to Royal, wanting to wear my black and red one, but he stops my hand, pushing it back toward me. “Wear this one for now. Until I can have yours fitted for communication.”

“Yes, Sir.” My sarcasm and eye roll earn me a sharp slap on the ass. Royal leans in, gathering my hair at the base of my neck and twisting it with one hand for leverage as he angles my head, bringing his lips to my ear.

“Watch it, little shadow. I could gag you, if you’d prefer.” Royal’s whispered threat elicits a response deep inside me as liquid desire shoots straight to my pussy. I’m going to be in a puddle of my own making if he keeps threatening me like this. He doesn’t give me time to respond, just shoves the helmet down on my head, tucking my curls into it once more.

I try to control my panting breaths, watching them as they put on their helmets and get on their bikes. I need to pull myself together. I’m so fucking wound up from their constant edging today, mixed with the panic attack from earlier. I start up my bike, the boys doing the same.

I rock my hips discreetly, trying to relieve the aching pressure, a small moan escaping my lips from the friction. I’m worried I might actually come from the vibrations between my legs.

“Goddamn that’s hot.” My eyes shoot open and dart to Maddox as his words flow into my ears through the helmet. I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I thought I was.

“Don’t you fucking dare come on that bike, Angel,” Royal growls at me, and I hear Alek and Maddox both groan.

I wonder how he would punish me if I did.

My pulsating clit tells me to test him, but my brain wins out. I might not be ready for his brand of punishment yet, so I begrudgingly still my rocking hips.

“Good girl,” he growls back at me, making a shiver slither down my spine.

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