Page 17 of Ruthless Sin

"Let go," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Come for me, Angel. Want to feel you come apart on my cock."

His crude words, so different from how gentle he's been, push me over the edge. I cry out his name as pleasure explodes through me, more intense than before. He follows right after, groaning my name into my neck as his hips buck up into mine, and he fills me to the brim.

We stay like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other, both breathing hard. His hands stroke my back soothingly as I come down from my high.

"You okay?" he asks softly, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder.

I nod, too blissed out for words. Everything feels perfect – the way he's holding me, how our bodies fit together, even the slight soreness between my legs.

"That was..." I finally manage.

"Yeah," he agrees, pulling back to look at me. His eyes are soft and tender in a way I've never seen before. "You're incredible, you know that?"

I blush, suddenly shy despite what we just did. "So are you."

He kisses me again, gentle this time, full of promise. And I know that whatever comes next – the war with the Outlaws, the club's reaction, my father's acceptance or lack thereof – we'll face it together.

Because this? This is worth fighting for.

Chapter 8 - Ruthless

Watching Angel get dressed is its own kind of torture. Every movement reminds me of what we just shared, how perfectly she fit against me. The marks on her neck – my marks – stand out against her skin, and a primal part of me feels satisfied. Let everyone see who she belongs to now.

"Stop looking at me like that," she says, pulling on her jeans. "We'll never make it to the clubhouse if you don't."

I chuckle, finally moving to get dressed myself. "Can't help it, baby. You're something else."

She blushes but keeps moving, efficient, and focused. It's impressive how quickly she switches modes – from soft and vulnerable to Iron & Blood member ready for war. The duality of her never fails to amaze me.

Once we're both dressed and have our cuts back on, I pull her close for one more kiss. She melts into it before pulling away with a groan.

"We really need to go."

"I know." I check my phone – three missed calls from Crow. "Shit. We're already late."

The ride to the clubhouse is quick, both of us hyper-aware of our surroundings. After the Crossroads incident, we can't be too careful. Angel holds onto me tight, and even through the tension of what we're heading into, I can't help but enjoy the feel of her against my back.

The parking lot is packed when we arrive – every member's bike present. As we dismount, I notice Angel wincing slightly.

"You okay?" I ask quietly.

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just... sore. The good kind."

Christ. The way she says it makes me want to take her right back home. But then the clubhouse door opens, and Crow sticks his head out.

"Finally! Get your asses in here. Hellfire's about to start without you."

We follow him inside, where the main room is oddly empty – everyone must be in the reunion room already. Before we reach the doors, I catch Angel's arm.

"Ready for this?"

She straightens her shoulders, lifting her chin. "Born ready."

And looking at her now – strong, beautiful, fearless – I believe it. Whatever comes next, whatever this war brings, we'll face it together.

We enter the room, and every head turns our way. The silence is deafening.

Hellfire sits at the head of the table, his face unreadable. His eyes move from Angel to me, lingering on the marks visible on her neck, and I feel his jaw clench from here. But he says nothing, just gestures to the empty seats.

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