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“If you go downstairs, don’t interfere.” Romeo pinched my chin and lifted my face. “You want to love him, you gotta accept him as he is. This is what Dozer does. You’re never going to fix him. He won’t want you down there.”

Yes, he would, for the same reason he’d come to me after his fight with Bullet. He’d risked getting close, risked feeling emotions he kept buried in the dark shadows of his soul.

Ignoring Romeo’s concerns, I made my way to the basement. He didn’t follow me.

Dozer and Rogue had stripped out of their cuts and shirts. Sweat glistened on their flesh.

I gasped. Blood trickled along the side of Dozer’s face. His knuckles bled, and his chest rose andfell with labored breaths. He wiped sweat from his brow.

“Don’t pussy out now,” Rogue said and slammed his fist into Dozer’s face. Blood squirted from Dozer’s nose and flowed down his face.

Dozer’s knuckles cracked on Rogue, snapping his jaw, clanking his teeth together.

Rogue grunted. He was a monster of a man. Tattoos covered every inch of his broad chest and corded back. Unholy muscles carved his form from the slope of his shoulder to the trim cut of his waist.

Dozer threw another punch, ramming his fist into the grooved ladder of Rogue’s ribs. Rogue grunted and returned the punch, slamming his fist into Dozer’s gut.

Doubling over, he flinched in pain, but he didn’t drop. He roared up and swung a right and then left at Rogue, plowing his fists into Rogue’s torso. Rogue absorbed the impact. Then he reached out with his huge arms, pulled Dozer against his chest, and hugged him close.

The need to fight seemed to drain from Dozer.

“You good?” he asked Dozer.

“Getting there.”

Rogue chuckled and rubbed Dozer’s shaved head.

With the fight over, the room emptied. Guys went up to get drinks at the altar. Rogue winked at me as he headed upstairs. I couldn’t help smiling at the way he checked out Jazzy’s ass as she walked in front of him.

She was determined to make sure Rogue found trouble with her.

My chest vibrated with a drugging combination of fear and arousal. He was beautifully broken. Blood oozed from a cut on his lip. His tongue swiped across it.

He backed me against the wall. My mouth watered. I dizzied, drinking in the scent of him—a trifecta of sweat, cigarettes, and sin. He was dark and dirty, and he was mine.

“Are you going to clean me up again?” He wiped blood from beneath his nose and mouth, and then he ran his nose along my face and lower to kiss my neck.

Running my fingers over his sweat-slicked flesh, I pulled him closer. “I like you dirty.”

I licked my way into his mouth. The salty tang of sweat blended with the copper warmth of his blood, and the velvet heat of his mouth.

I felt my heart pound in my head, my chest, and sink deep in the pulsing of my clit. Dozer braced his hands on the wall beside me. As I tugged on the snap of his jeans, I tasted my way across his pectorals.

He was hard with muscles tight with tension and rippling from the spike of adrenaline and the release of endorphins. Shivers broke along his flesh, tightening the dips and grooves of his six-pack. I nipped his ribs, kissing and licking lower.

Once on my knees, I stared up at his ruggedly bruised and bloodied face. His eyes darkened as he combed his fingers through my hair, creating a tangle in his fist.

“I’m not fragile, Dozer. You won’t break me.” The metal whir of his zipper cut through the silence inthe room. Peeling the fly open, I curled my fingers around his thick, smooth length.

His cock was as gloriously proportioned as the man with swollen veins running the shaft and leaking pearly fluid from the blunt, rounded head. The soft velvety textured pillowed on my tongue with the first lick of the bitter and salty pre-cum from the slit.

I wrapped my lips around the head.

“Fuck.” His hips jerked, and his jeans sagged onto his hips.

I hummed, breathing through my nose as I glided my lips down the length and swirled my tongue over the smooth, pulsing underside.

With my fingers around the base, I fisted and sucked his dick.

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